Then one night, I saw her in a dream.Like most of my dreams at that time it was a wet dream. She stood before me, clad in her very same red dress, exc...pt she was real. Real flesh, sensual flesh and she was there right in front of me. I reached a hand out, and touched her arm. She moved her arm and held my hand in hers. I clumsily took her in my arms then realized that I had a hard-on and was naked.I tried to pull back and cover myself, but she whispered that it was OK. She held me tight, her. "Gee, why didn't I think of that?" she said."It's in the genes I expect," I said teasing her.The door was opened by Alice who was in the party mood. She turned us over to a pretty dumpy looking woman. The woman was naked as the day she was born, and in her case I would have paid her to put her clothes back on. She was painfully unattractively naked. She had the belly thing going. It wasn't bad, but not at all attractive on a naked lady."Come this way I'll take your clothes then introduce you. Sandy recounted how on the day she finished all the boring details of arranging for the church and the reception hall and the invitation list, she and Leroy had celebrated by flushing her birth control pills down the toilet. They were at the hospital and Sandy arranged to sneak them into an examining room so she could get up on a table with her feet in the stirrups and her pussy splayed and they could re-play the "white wife impregnated by black sperm donor" fantasy. She said she had never come. I’ve taken wedding pictures a few times, although never at one this formal, and it’s a nerve-wracking experience. I hoped they turn out well. At least he seemed to know what he was doing during the ceremonies, and he had some good photography equipment.They were still playing music and several couples were dancing so Michelle asked me if I’d dance with her. I’m not a dancer, except for square dancing, so I told her to go ahead and find someone else. She looked around and found her previous.