For a while, we tried calling ourselves "Matt," "Matty" and "Matthew,"but that didn't stick. For the most part we were "Matt B.," "Matt C."and "Matt ...." I kind of liked that, because my name came out soundinglike "Matter," which is still a nickname I use with most people.Unfortunately the other guys decided they wanted to go by last names,which was okay if you're Cooper or Browne, but not so great when yourfamily name is Rose. It was bad enough with everybody calling me aflower, but then. I swallowed it hastily and dove eagerly onto Alex’s cock. Three long sucks and the delicious taste of my favorite juice was trickling down my throat. I was still grinding my mound against the couch, desperate for another orgasm from Dean's busy fingers. I felt his other hand on my butt and he slipped a hard finger into my asshole. This time I could scream as I came, and I let it go while I felt his warm slimy cum splat onto my ass cheeks. Alex stroked my hair and said wonderingly, “Baby, that. ’ Chris and Albert looked at each other, and then at her. ‘We’ll be back in a minute!’ they said almost in synch, and almost hurtled down the twisting stairs. Christi chuckled. This was so easy! They were as good as their word. Less than fifteen minutes had passed before she could hear them stomping up the staircase, taking the steps two at a time in their rush. She had decided to change from her comfy cotton pajamas into one of Gaurav’s figure-hugging Chinese silk dresses and went for crazy. )It has been a week since the incident with the 'Eye' of Adam. That first night returning to the flat with Mitzi she finally broke down and properly grieved for Jack and for herself. I held her that entire first night, stroking her wig, until she had cried herself dry and fell asleep in my arms. My cats surrounded us and Teacup stood vigil over the scene from the nightstand; Those bright yellow eyes like a lighthouse in the darkest night over the ocean of our sorrows. My first true friend slept.