"There you get your new identities. Mike, since you were using an alias all the time anyway, you can go by your given name, and you can get your hair ...ightened back to brown, lose the moustache, and stop dying it black every month."Then she turned to Kathy and said, "From now on you are Mary Jankowski. That should be easy to remember." Jankowski was her grandmother Louise's mother's name in the family, but nobody in Philadelphia knew her by anything but Ray."You have just become your third. I kept him inside, all of him, to the shaved root. The flat of my tongue massaged him and he suddenly grasped my head in his hands and jetted his spunk into my mouth faster than any man had before. It was like a toy water squirter being pumped into me. I adjusted myself and settled in to enjoy each long syringe blast. My mouth was full, I let the cock go and pushed my tongue through the frankly delicious cumload before gulping it down. I grabbed the cock once more and looked up at the naked. I looked down at my wilted cock, still in my hand, and marveled at how much cum had been expelled."What are you doing to that poor pumpkin?" the voice asked.I jumped and quickly looked around. I was alone in the house. I realized the voice was in my head, my subconscious asking me the rational question as my wilted dick fell from my grasp. I looked at the cum-covered pumpkin and laughed at myself.After washing the pumpkin and wiping the table and floor clean I watched some TV. Mom arrived home. "It is not politic for me to marry you. You are not a citizen of Rome,you are not Roman aristocracy - even our friendship has caused problemsin the Senate." Is that your final word, then?" she asked with the tears of Nilecrocodiles in her lustrous eyes. She was a raven haired beauty, andtwenty years younger than he. He suspected she was also warming her bedwith Mark Anthony, but he wasn't jealous. Jealousy was for lesser men.It was destructive of reason.He nodded.She smiled like a cruel cat..