"Good luck," said Ben, as he stepped off.The school bus shifted into gear and took off down the dirt road.At least Carlos knew one of the priests. The...priestess was Theresa Cortez, the high priestess' aunt.The priest was Scandinavian. He had been seen around town for a few months. He had pale skin, light blond, almost white, hair, a medium athletic build, and emotionless gray eyes.Both were armed, with a pistol on each hip.The Swede opened the back door. "Get in, please."Carlos' pulse. His three companions out on the dance floor gyrating to the sounds of theclubs DJ dance mix and having a good time, Andrew leaned against the barwatching Jenn and Amanda dance. They were both so beautiful. Jenn withher dark black hair, green eyes, and phenomenal body; and Amanda with herbrown curls and large dark eyes. He had received the brother line fromboth of them, but that didn't keep him from spending all his time withthem.Suddenly, from across the dance floor, he felt a pair of eyes. I finished my coffee while both girls looked at my increasing bulge size and Mel beckoned me towards her with her finger, I stood in front of both girls as Mel put her finger inside the waistband at the front and pulled it outwards seeing my erect throbbing come into view, “Mmm, now that’s what I call a sausage” she said with a smile, “What do you think Lisa?” she asked looking at Lisa who was staring at my exposed cock, Mel pulled at my shorts which subsequently fell to the floor, I was naked. The graphic events of the night before came rushing back to her as she lay safely in his powerful arms, he really wasn’t kidding when he said the fuck of her young life. Here though, quietly laying with his strong arms protectively, perhaps possessively wrapped around her, she felt protected, safe for the first time in a long time. Sighing contentedly as she listened to him breathe, his heat keeping her thin body warm she suddenly wonders what his name is, realizing they never did exchange.