He also had a nest egg of money set aside that he could draw upon to meet expenses for some time.The men knew one another from their affiliation with ... local church. In discussing the terrible situation down South, Johnny offered "I wonder how the KKK men would feel if their own daughters were taken and raped by black men!" It was an inspiring thought, but a dangerous one. The men knew full well that they would be lynched if they were caught messing with white girls. Still the sweet thought of. Still smiling, Ray d****d an arm around my wife's shoulders. "You both need to relax," he said with the assurance of someone who'd done this before.Reaching up with his free hand to my wife's chin and turning her face toward him, Ray kissed her. At first, Patty appeared to stiffen, but as he kept his thick lips pressed to hers, she finally parted them slightly, letting Ray's tongue slip into her mouth. Within a minute, my wife was passionately returning the black man's kiss in a dueling swap of. The wooden plank pressed into her butt at a weird angle and she shifted her weight around, her hand diving into the small space between her body and clothes. There was no time to pull them down, and no time to start slow either.Her fingers were inside of her before she really knew it, the coarse skin on them providing just the amount of friction she needed. Her right angled flashlight on the shoulder strap of her backpack illuminated the tunnel in front of her, but she herself was engulfed in. She was a bit reluctant but agreed anyway and stepped into the portrait set up I had to one side of the main backdrop. The moment I started taking pics of her, I KNEW she had done this before. Believe me you just KNOW. So I carried on finishing off the roll of film (no digital cameras in those days!) and she had, by now, got well into it. I asked if she’d brought anything else to wear and she said she had her swimsuit in her bag. I asked if she’d get changed into it and she said she was happy.