I didn’t protest. I just went limp in his arms surrendering. A couple guys grabbed my legs and lifted me up while spreading my legs apart. My dre...ss was up around my waist. I had on white satin panties and the crotch was soaking wet. A handsome young black teenager stepped between my legs. His cock was hanging through the zipper hole of his dress pants. It looked like Roger’s. It hung almost to his knees. It was thick and dark and the head was bulbous. With one hand he reached out and. They waved. Rennie and Josie waved back as they left in the opposite direction.It was quiet for a time in the cab of the truck – for Josie a little too quiet. Looking around, she spied the satellite phone lying on the seat. Wanting desperately to think of something other than the haunting thoughts roaming through her brain, Josie picked it up to examine it.“Isn’t the church in St. John a Lutheran church?” she wondered aloud.“Yes.”“So, why did Sheriff Frohm call the pastor there Father. ..!!!!As stunned as I was at her natural behaviour, from that moment on Iinstinctively knew that if she didn't talk about the past or couldn'tremember it then I would never say anything either, not daring to takeany risks in case the worst happened and she terrifyingly went back towherever she'd come from.Most of all to never ever mention the word Brendan again but to carry onjust as if we'd been living together like this for ages!And since that first unforgettable morning she's never said a. "Good evening, Mrs. Cantwell," he said to her with a smile. "Good evening Jimmy," she smiled back wondering what if anything he had seen. Jimmy's eyes were on her body, but that wasn't anything new. Cindy had always enjoyed his open appreciation of her body. Of course she normally wasn't braless with hard nipples poking out her shirt! She picked up the money and handed it to him. "Well, you have a good night, Mrs. Cantwell, he said and turned to go. "Thank you Jimmy," she called back as he.