She went to the section allotted to SUV and big cars and headed over to a Toyota fortune parked there all alone…rich chick i said to myself….i al...ays loved woman who drive big suvs- a sort of character and attitude defining moment i would say or might be a kinky fetish of mine as well ;-)…she asked me to drop the things in the boot and i headed back…it took her some while to release the boot and i could realize she was fidgeting around in the driver’s seat….I couldn’t see much thru the tinted. I stayed busy in the church where I found out that I loved singingsolos and in the choir. Glendale Methodist Church had a youth andcollege/career department that led the Sunday Night Service by singingand performing musicals and skits where I met my best friend, JasonMichael McGillicutty. He was a redheaded hazel eyed Irish who was the manthat I should have born as instead of the petite blond that I am.He is tall and rugged, like my Dad and excels at anything that he does.When we met in the. I nodded at him and stepped aside, offering all of her for whatever he wanted from her.I watched him raise her legs and strip the slacks and panties off her in one forceful tug. He landed between her legs and put his mouth on her, licking and probing deeply within her. She clenched his face between her thighs while he worked on her, and I heard her quiet whispers as I backed away."Yes - yes - yes - oh, Michael, yes - there - oh fuck, Michael - fuck fuck fuck, yes, there..."Then he stood and. She cowered in the dirt, desperately gathering her torn dress, trying in vain to cover her breasts. The men started to laugh, one dark haired, tall and lean, sporting a holster on each hip, the other bald, short and squat, aiming a rifle at the girl. Pierre seethed with anger, mentally assessing how he could help her with three guns against his one. He had heard of this, young girls kidnapped, raped and murdered in the wilds, with no one yet caught for the crimes. As Pierre prepared to charge.