Melvin had told Rhonda that he wanted to be the envy of all the men at the party and had bought her a special dress. Rhonda had originally refused to ...ear the dress, saying that it was a little too revealing, but her husband finally persuaded her to wear it. Even after she agreed, she told him that if her father had been there, Melvin could have begged until to cows came home and she still would not have worn the dress. When he saw her coming towards him, even Melvin's cock got rock hard and. “Oh! At last. Another man’s hands squeezing my breasts, pulling on my nipples. Not hard enough, but I’ve waited so long to have another man do this.”I lowered my head, intending to suck on her left nipple, but as I approached, she sprang upwards and back, diving face up into the water and submerging. The splash doused me in water. I cleared it from my eyes and looked for her, left and right. There was no sign.“I come to the surface, gently, right behind him. He is unaware of me, so I reach. I groaned. I seemed to be lying on a steel plate, or slab of sometime. I was nude too. Now I’ve often awoken that way, but I didn’t like the implications of that at all this time. I hurt all over, as bad or worse than I ever have in 4 plus centuries. It sure was dark in here. I felt around me with my hands. Oh shit, metal surrounding me very closely on all sides. Very reminiscent of a coffin in fact. I was hyperventilating, even though I don’t need to breathe. Buried alive doesn’t do much for. "You're sweet to say that," said Connie, "but you need your privacy, I know." Hey, you're family," I said. "What's there to hide from you all?"Connie smiled. "Thanks for feeling that way." Then she smirked."But there are a few things that privacy is good for - like your skinny dipping." Who's skinny dipping?" asked Michele, putting her hands on her shoulders and pointing to her tiny bikini straps."Your hubby, Michele," said Connie."Oh, can you see me?" I asked. "Sorry about that." No, I can't.