Vincent looked up. Joey was looking urgently over at him. Vincentsuddenly knew that Joey was right. The gunman, distracted, had taken hiseyes off them... Vincent nodded, bizarrely stooping to pick up theinstruments, and let Joey lead him off into the undergrowth behind thegas station."The attendant must've rung the police alarm, I guess," muttered Joey asthey scrambled through the brush and away from the scene of the killings.***Vincent was woken by a copy of the Informer landing on his. I was glad to see that he had been rubbing oil on his body as well and his body glistened in the little bit of light that was in the room. I pulled him closer and rolled on my side, finally seeing his nice dick right in front of me. Surprisingly he wasn’t fully erect, which was good, I like getting a dick hard. I grabbed his dick and balls and started to caress him, and felt it grow. He had a nice, but small dick. I began to play with his dick, moving my hand over it, palming it and giving him. It wasn't enough for us to talk about pissing on someone legs. It escalated it to peeing all over our bodies and licking the skin. We chatted online for ages and the longer it went on the more extreme we got. She asked if I could chat on the phone. I gave my number and I waited nervously for the phone to ring. The phone rang and I answered. Hello, I said nervously. A woman's voice replied. Hello, she said. Hearing her voice on the phone was an extra dimension and I wasn't as quick to reply or. He came back and placed them at my feet very carefully before straightening and walking to the far side of the table and sitting down, facing me. He watched silently while I slipped my sneakers on and laced them up. When my head came up, he put his hands on the table and laced the fingers together, his eyes as blank as I have ever seen them. I had a feeling I was seeing Sean McKiernan, superspy, for the first time in my life. There was nobody home in those eyes that I could talk to. They were.