In it, she was once more in the lovely church with the stained glass windows. The pews were full of people from her long life, even the strident Mrs. ...dinolfi. Sister Betrille walked in solemnly, holding a large bible. Then, six pallbearers slowly carried a large casket…HER casket. In the front row, she could see Silver, bawling her eyes out. But something was terribly wrong… ‘I’m not dead’ Her dream began to overlap with reality. ‘I’m not dead!’ I’M NOT’ ‘I’M…’ ‘She’s stirring! She’s coming. " She tossed some... stuff? at me. Frills, straps, lace. WTF? I pull one of the items up by the strap. Garter belt. The lace next. Another corset. OK, dress like her, but different material. I step into the garter belt and clip one of the straps to the top of my thigh high and reach for the next. Thwack. I have to take a knee. The clip on the garter belt slipped off the thigh high rocketing upward finding the bulge of my dick. I've got tears in my eyes and looking up so does. The girls took off at high speed."Why did we go after them again?" Mark asked. "Because I have a evil plan for them before they are killed" Paul Sneered. "Am I hearing you right a plan what plan"...Mark woke up the next morning thinking about the plan. It would take about two weeks to set up if everything went as planned. He and Paul had made an agreement with their wives that the wives would stay at Paul's estate because it is smaller. Mark lived on a farm style house they raised horses,. I just couldn’t afford to keep the air at a comfortable temperature for too many years, and I’m overcompensating.” She had a hard time hiding her smile when she noticed Adam’s eyes straying to her nipples, stiff from a combination of the cold and her arousal.“I was going to tell you to sit down and cool off a while, but maybe it would be better if you just came out back and took a dip in the pool. That’s what I was about to do.”“That sounds great.”Christine nodded toward the back of the house.