Any idea on who they are?"Jimmy shrugged, "I've No idea. Right now we need to figure out who these bastards worked for so we can start tracking them d...wn and arresting them. What's the body count?" Jimmy said as he continued to look around for Mike and June."Well seven bad guys down, and twenty-six bystanders. The amazing thing is, not a single person was cut by all the shattered glass, and it seemed to just bounce off everyone as if they all had a force field or something."More police came in. Brent kneeling on his chair gave a magnificent view of his phenomenally cute butt. I assumed Brent had nice soft light brown hair on his butt cheeks and in his butt crack. Every time I saw Brent positioned in his chair like that, I fantasized about how much I wanted to rim him.I became somewhat infatuated with Brent. He was definitely in my fantasies daily. I wanted to blow Brent so bad. Damn, he was hot as hell, and he always had this wonderful clean scent like he just got out of the. Mom was peeing loudly; she brought her pelvis forward and directed her jet into my open mouth. I felt the warm salty liquid filling my hungry mouth and I tried to gulp it down. I was aware of the sensuous tingling; my mother's hot piss was generating into my body. I covered her shooting cunt with my open mouth and unsuccessfully tried to swallow the scrumptious golden nectar flowing out of her pussy.Slowly, the force of the stream subsided. I continued feasting upon her delicious pee. Finally,. ? The doorburst open. A man with expansive sideburns and wild eyes swept in. ?It isintolerable, intolerable!? he exclaimed. Moretrouble, Janine thought. What brings Rossetti here? ?She hasgone. It is the work of the modernists, I am sure. They know I cannot workwithout my model.? ?Your model?? ?Lizzie. My model and my muse. I left her only for a moment. I ampainting her as Guinevere.? The phonerang, the Dutchman picked it up. ?This is Breughel,? he said. ?I see?. Yes, heis here. ? Of course. ?.