No other man would ever see my puss, that no other man will be this deep inside of me. I told him yes I was sure. He told the girls to get ready, havi...g no clue what that meant, made me alittle nervous. Brian must of picked up on it, he told me to relax, that he can feel my pussy tightening up. The girls started massaging my breasts, putting their lips on my nipples. one of their hands on my clit, while the other girls hand massaging my anus. Brian was picking up pace, going alittle harder.. "Who are you?"He laughed. "I am to be your husband."I blinked. My mind raced off. My husband? Was he serious? Is that why my father had not come? No, my father would not allow this. Was my mother behind it? I had known she wanted me wed but not like this!"You lie."He laughed."Does it matter? I have been assured of your virginity, the sons begotten on you will be mine. Thus you are mine. You will be my wife." He stated the last flatly.I started to back up, towards the bed, my thought was to put. “2½ hours?” I asked, again in disbelief.“Uh huh!” Bonnie smiled pleasantly.“How did you do it? Did she know! Did she struggle?”Bonnie shook her head. “Of course not! She was very cooperative. But it WAS awkward. It was all like a little dance. We had to do it with Bill lying down first… and then we had to stand him up… and then we had to lie him back down again.”“Why do all that?” I asked.“Well… I had to use my full weight on Brandy’s head to push her all the way down onto Bill’s cock… he has a. They guy had black eyes for six weeks. If he even sees Andy across the room, he runs away. Do you know it's the second time he's beaten Wyatt up?" He said something about middle school," Regan related."That was because of me," Elizabeth said. "I guess he knew Wyatt from when he lived out that way. Anyway, probably the second or third day of sixth grade, Wyatt asked him – in front of me – why he was hanging out with a 'beaner.'" Oh, Jesus," Regan said."You have to understand, Wyatt was.