His whole being was caught up, in an effort to drive his cock as deeply into her as he could. With only his toes for support, he was straining to thr...st upward. I remember being so stunned at the reaction he was having. Dad didn’t last long. After a couple of series of this, he suddenly slammed his hips against Shelly and let out a loud moan. He slammed his hips about three or four more times urgently against her, and then started jerking spastically. I thought Dad’s thrusts might. 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.The 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. The woman was growing on me. Then we went back to the sofa. This time it was different. Wedding photo’s or to be more precise courting, engagement and wedding photo’s. Ann gave a commentary on the photo’s and how the wedding went. She spoke with real fondness. I found it interesting that while I had no memory of the event, each piece of information rang a bell and became clear. Then there followed photo’s of our children as they grew, their little triumphs, school photo’s and our holidays. Bent 90 degrees at the waist with spine parallel to the ground, a posture collar rises high under her chin and forces her neck back and face forward. A thick, snug hood envelops her rich auburn hair, keeping it from being ripped out at the roots by the force of the gale. Goggles protect her eyes, which peer out through spattered round lenses into the teeth of the storm while stinging droplets blast her exposed cheeks and water streams from her chin. Her thick, curvy, neoprene-encased legs are.