I was still rubbing my crotch when I realized that it wasn't Plant Lady who was in my office, instead it was a very young man who was over by the wind...w watering my plants.The young man, who didn't look a day over eighteen, went slowly from plant to plant, carefully watering each of them picking off the dead leaves and putting them into a pocket on his apron and in general just fussing over the vegetation. As I sat there listening I studied him and realized that he was a good looking boy, maybe. One of the guys had the presence of mind to grab his camera and catch that on film. Both groups ended up with the girls sticky with cum on their faces and the guys with grins as broad as you like.While all this was going on, Holly had quickly undressed me and somehow managed to get her own clothes off at the same time. We fingered each other with gay abandon as the guys and girls fucked harder and sprayed cum all over the place. I simply lost track of time, but Holly at one point had her. "Well she has to get up early for work." I answer as I walk over to the sofa and sit down. "But she leave you still hard. This no good." Roxy states. Roxy walks over to me and kneels between my legs. "Let Roxy finish you off." He saids. Before I could respond Roxy deep throats my hard dick, his hand fondling my balls. I couldn't believe that he took in my whole hard dick that fast, his nose was buried in my pubic hair. Up and down he went. Roxy looks up at me "I can taste her pussy. She moaned softly as his hands squeezed her breasts and, when he stood back again and lifted her sweater and bra, she did nothing to stop him exposing them, naked, to his hungry gaze. ‘Oh, Anne,’ he breathed, no longer smiling, but staring at her firm young body with undiluted admiration. Then he bent his head and his mouth closed round her left nipple, his tongue teasing it to full erection. ‘Are you ready, Anne?’ It was her mother’s voice, and Philip leapt back from her, pulling her sweater.