Her Soon To Be Father-in-Law

Mike Andrews, Mitch's father stood there staring at her with a smirk on his face. Mike was in his mid to late 50's with salt and pepper hair that hung down to his collar and a medium build. His ice blue eyes moved over her body in a way that made her very uncomfortable.

She grabbed her wedding dress and held it in front of her like a shield. "M...Mr. Andrews," She gasped looking at him. "W...what do you want?"

He smiled as he clicked the lock on the door. She gasped as she heard it click and shivered in fear. "M...Mr. Andrews, I am marrying your son in a little over a half hour. You shouldn't be in here."

Mike smiled evilly at her and walked towards her slowly. "You are beautiful Jessica." He said softly his voice husky. "My son is a very lucky man."

She held the dress tight against her as she watched him. She backed up as far as she could until she felt the wall behind her. "T...thank you." She stammered watching him with wide eyes.

He continued stalking towards her then stopped right in front of her. He put his hands on either side of her body and leaned against her making her feel very uncomfortable. "W...what do you...?" Her words were cut off as he pressed his lips to hers, kissing her hard, his tongue forcing its way between her lips and into her mouth. She gasped against his mouth and put her hands on his chest to push him away as the gown fell from her fingers. He pressed his body against hers as he deepened the kiss. Rose whimpered against his mouth and pushed against his chest but it was like pushing against a wall. She couldn't budge him.

She tore her mouth away from his and gasped breathlessly. "M...Mr. Andrews, please." She begged pushing against his chest again.

He brought one hand up to her breast. "You have a beautiful body my dear." He sighed cupping her breast and gently squeezing it.

She stared at him wide eyed as he caressed her breast and ground his crotch against hers. She started breathing heavier and her hands weren't having much success pushing him away. "M...Mr. Andrews?" She gasped softly.

He continued caressing her breast as he took his other hand and slipped it down into her panties. She cried out as he cupped her pussy with his fingers then slipped his finger between her pussy lips and flicked his fingertip against her clit. "M...Mr. Andrews...." She gasped in surprise as he slowly fingered her clit.

He just smiled and continued up the slow torturous ****. "So has my son fucked you yet my dear?" He asked huskily pushing further down her panties until he was able to slide a finger inside her and slowly started sawing it in and out.

Roes's eyes went wide and she whimpered then grabbed at his wrist trying to pull his hands away. "P...please." She begged pulling at his hand.