I had just experienced the most relentless fucking in my life, and this from the man who was about to marry my daughter, and his perverted best man.Th... wedding plans had started to become unraveled when my daughter decided to stay at her bridesmaid’s house on the night before the service, so that they could both get their hair and make up done by the bridesmaid's sister. Steve the groom and Tony the best man would be staying at our house with me and my husband.At the last moment my husband's. He might have been thirty or so, perhaps thirty-five, and he looked like he understood the world. He also looked married.The youngest, and by far the prettiest, was a younger son of the local minister, cow-eyed and hopeful; he nearly drooled over Julie and made apologies for his dark suit, tattered linen and scuffed shoes. He was completely loyal to King George he assured us all.The third man was a farmer, the oldest son of a local landowner with a Dutch sort of name who appeared to be in his. ’ ‘Well you’d better come up and see it. You’re my first visitor all summer and I’m not going to let you escape yet!’ ‘I don’t think I want to escape. I’ll be right up.’ I heard his footsteps as he started up the stairs. A moment later he stepped onto the catwalk. He was dusty and streaked with sweat. He was maybe half a head taller than I was. He smiled, looking at me. He was gorgeous. ‘The scenery up here is even more beautiful than I’d imagined,’ he said, looking into my eyes. I felt a major. I turned back to face that beautiful member right in front of me, when he took my hands and stood me up.He walked me back a few steps until I was butted up against the bed, and then he laid me back on the mattress, going straight for the buttons on my jeans. He got my tight jeans open and slid them off me in a hurry. He came back up and zipped my panties off in a flash as well. Before I knew what was happening, he was on his knees, with my legs over his shoulders. He brought his hands around my.