Slowly Marsha turned around then knelt down on all fours, with her satin covered ass pointed right at Greg. Looking over her shoulder she whispered."N...w fuck me Greg."He was more then happy to oblige. He got up on his knees behind her. Grasping her panties by the string over her hips he gently pulled them down, exposing her pussy and puckered asshole to his gaze, she was fucking gorgeous. He could wait no longer. With her panties half down her thighs he positioned himself behind her. Marsha. Overwhelmed by the euphoria that flooded through my mind I can barely recall the rest of the evening. We must have somehow disengaged and covered ourselves with the bedsheets, because when I woke the next morning after blissful sleep, my head was resting between the twin pillows of Veronica’s glorious breasts. Peter was lying on her other side, one arm cradling our recumbent bodies.We breakfasted in contented silence because no words were necessary. In the fusion of our bodies, we had entered. “I’m John Henry Bartlett III,” he began. “Bart.” A flush sprang to her cheek and she grabbed the doorway for support. “You may have heard stories about my grandfather, John Bartlett, Senior, who I believe was once in love with your grandmother.” “Oh, my God…” she said. “Are these my letters?” John nodded. Rose flushed even deeper, which John thought made her look even more beautiful. “My grandmother talked about him all the time once the Alzheimer’s took hold. She used to tell us the most. I am your first and I am your last. I will always be with you no matter what. I desperately need you Master Jake." Jake felt a movement next to him as Rashala also whispered, "I find I need you badly also Master Jake, please!" Jake's eyes went very wide as he realized it must be bad if Rashala was asking please. That's when he looked over and saw Akeesha eyeing his crotch with a lustful look, as was Rosalinda. Suddenly Jake felt as if he were a choice piece of meat that everyone wanted!.