Forrester was there, Matt felt even more despondent. He had been so busy with the funeral arrangements he hadn’t been able to contact Mary since the...crash. Had she and her husband reconciled? He didn’t know that Mary had called the night the crash happened because Mrs. Garber, who was always terribly absent-minded, forgot to tell him. ‘Yeah, Den, I’m real sorry, too,’ Rick said. He surprised Matt by giving him a hug. Matt liked that, but he’d have preferred one from Mary. Mary desperately. “Take facial pictures of all the dead.”“Andy, if you have a minute, send someone to the front office. There are dead there that need to be removed. I am sure the girls would like to see them gone,” I said.“What? Those girls did that?” he replied. “I will send someone right away.”I hurried to the basement. Time was running out; both of my phones were still ringing nonstop.I held the ID in front of each one, then sent the pictures to Frank, and then called him.As soon as he picked up, “Do you. The strange experience of being "sandwiched" between 3 men was having the odd effect of arousing Guy. The warm fluid pouring into his anus and throat was getting him hard again."Well, wouldn't you know, Mina? Guy likes guys! It turns him on to get fucked by men! Not such the homophobe anymore, are we, Pastor?" Seth taunted him.Roger and Jim now entered him, giving him no break, as Roger pounded his pucker, nearly tearing it with the force of his cock, and Jim fucked his face to his. ‘Not bad,’ she remarked to the lady in the mirror. ‘You’re not Tyra Banks, but you’re close enough for government work. If this doesn’t turn him on, I don’t know what will.’ She strolled from the bathroom and found Grant lying in the bed with a Playboy magazine in front of his face. ‘Hey handsome, wouldn’t you prefer the real thing?’ she cooed, striking the same pose she had just practiced in front of the mirror. Glancing over his magazine with the same unconcerned look on his face she had seen.