Gerald watched his mother fix her coffee and sit at the kitchen table each morning looking out at the rose bushes and the riot of colors that they blo...med in. Gerald had not planned the garden by color, but rather by the month of the delivery. There were yellow roses next to pink next to white next to red. They bloomed all summer long and until Gerald left college and started wandering the country, he returned every Thanksgiving to prune and trench the roses and each spring break to set them. So much so that it was now harder than it was when I was fucking her. I slowly started to push my cock into her mouth. I could feel Greg fucking her hard from the other end of the sofa and I wished I could have lasted that long. Melissa finally lifted her head from my cock and started to gasp loudly. She lapped at my cock as obscenity after obscenity left her mouth. She was telling the whole world exactly what was happening to her and how the perpetrators should fuck this filthy bitch harder.. Next moment, Emma cried out as she got her fourth stroke, and cried out even more loudly as the fifth stroke bit in to her already madly stinging bottom. Lizzie guessed she would get a double stroke and, sure enough, a hard stinging stroke was followed moments later with another, making it her fifth stroke, and she knew tears were welling up in her eyes and then dribbled down her face.Mrs Jasper knew she would make the sixth stroke the hardest for each girl. She steadied herself and pulled her. “You know I have never had a cock as big as yours. It is going to feel so good, but we need to get you out of those clothes first” she said as she grabbed the hem of his shirt and pulling it over his head. Her hands roamed over his chest before moving to his pants undoing them and pushing them down with his boxers.She then laid down on her back on the bed she propped herself up on her elbows and slowly pulled her polo up revealing her flat tan stomach and smiled up at him. Jake joined her on.