”“Shut the fuck up Miguel. I woke up in her fucking rose garden.”“Is that a metaphor? Tell me that’s a metaphor, ‘cause I bet her rose gar...en is amazing.” He shook his head and chuckled as we pulled away. “I’d love to be her gardener. Except she’s my cousin and she has that whole “pissed at all men and would probably kill you the next morning” shit going on.”“It’s not a fucking metaphor, dickhead. She has roses growing around her trailer. And I threw up all over them.”“Lucky you alive man. She. She turned to see Nate. She saw him fucking Melissa last night. She envied her daughter for getting one of the biggest cocks in the party. Melissa’s face had the look of a woman in love. Dee knew she must catch up. “I’m gonna wash you, slut,” Nat said. Dee passively presented herself as Nate gently rubbed soap and water over her hot athletic body. He paid close attention to her cunt and ass. Dee reciprocated by washing Nate’s body including his cock. When she started washing his long whore. Only now thebrothers liked to have him laying on his back in nothing but his heels,garter belt and some panties - his head hanging off the end of the bed.The brothers would take turns fucking his throat. They could play withhis tits, while having a commanding view of Steven's mons and cuntbarely concealed by the thin fabric of his panties. Steven wouldeventually find this one of the brothers favourite positions. Steven'sass was soon being raped again too. While being spit roasted doggystyle. "How did you know about that affair of his? You only came into this situation because Berthold called for help. He didn't know about it. – How, Alfred?"Of course, by now we all knew where this was going. Alfred had to have tapped into the doctor's mind, that same thing which he promised never to do again."Elise, you did not mind that Alfred learned our language from me, by that very method. I agree that he was right to use it on the doctor. I bumble along innocently, more or less, but he was.