She wanted the exercise. He showed me several pictures of her and when I commented again on how lovely she had been; I also retrieved the picture of h...r he had brought. He wanted it used to get her hair and makeup like he wanted. Tearfully, Dr. Miller picked up the framed 12 by 15 full-length photo taken recently of Abbie in a black v-necked mini-dress, white pearl necklace, black sheer stockings and black sandaled heels. He indicated that this was his favorite outfit and this was how he wanted. But there may well have been some type of reaction in her body so that she can absorb massive amounts of cockmeat in her holes, and not even react to it. "Five of us ganging up on her in the Main Event like that would tax anyone's body to the limit. But Jordan may be able to handle one oversized, amazon cock in her pussy or her ass, like it's nothing." "Well, for managing to survive the Main Event, she deserves that special gift," said Tiffany. "That might even come in handy for making some. I kissed him again, on his big soft lips and began to undo his belt and pants, letting them fall to the floor. He turned, stepped out of them and threw them onto a chair. I fell to my knees behind him. Eric was always a big man and time had only made him even larger. Just more of him to love.On my knees behind him, his huge ass before me. He wore sexy black, satin like underwear. They cupped his ample cheeks, cutting a high line across them leading to a thin band on his hips. I found the look. I knew it probably wasn’t like that. Probably. Maybe. I shook my head. “Danielle won’t be happy if I run down there like this.”Jordan smiled slyly and looked me over. “You never know, she might enjoy what she sees.”I groaned, not from the thought of Danielle seeing me, but because of my reaction to the idea. Was that bad? I’d fought to stay under so many radars for the last four years that I’d never considered what might happen if someone who didn’t know me took notice. Small town life doesn’t.