‘I’ll be in town then,’ Deke said, his eyes gazing into her soul. ‘I guess I’ll probably grab dinner at the diner, after,’ he said. ‘Uh-...uh,’ Hannah said, lost in his eyes. She shut her eyes and shook her head, laughing softly. ‘How about you come over and have a home-cooked meal with Amanda and me?’ she asked. ‘I think I might just like that,’ Deke said, his own smile bright. They said their goodbyes and he left. Hannah waited until she saw his pickup pull away before she ran over and locked. So big, I thought. Where would he even put it? Where I would put it was the real question. There was absolutely no way that I could paint such a monstrous canvas in Marie’s tiny living room, let alone get it out the door. The more I considered it, the more impossible the project seemed. I was shaking a little as we passed the front pew. What if he doesn’t like it? I stumbled slightly on the crimson runner. What if he never wanted it in the first place? Maybe this whole thing’s just his cruel. Ashley laid her head back against my chest. After several minutes I handed her the soap. She turned around and soaped my chest but quickly dropped to her knees and started soaping my cock and stroking my shaft. I did not want to come then so I took the soap and put it away. "Rinse."After we dried each other, we went back into her bedroom. I gave Ashley a little shove and she fell back onto her bed. Her legs hung over the side and her legs were spread. I dove; face first, into her crotch.. He slowly lowered himself down as the two men continued to work deeper inside her down below.What made it so torturous was the fact that she could do nothing what so ever to stop it. She couldn’t yell no, she couldn’t cry stop, she couldn’t yell for help or for anything at all. She tried desperately to pull an arm free, but that was useless, she then tried to move her hips to maybe push him off but he was far too large and heavy and she hardly felt her hips move at all. She tried to kick at his.