Sarah pulled the door open and led Julie into the dimly lit hallway behind. The walls were painted a dark shade of red. Bare bulbs pointed the way to ... battered doorway, thumping bass notes echoed through the hall to the music. A woman stood at the door, she was tall and muscular, wearing tight black jeans and a t-shirt. Julie felt herself turn red under her stare. Good evening Rocky, Sarah said to the woman. Evening Sarah, she said back, not taking her eyes off of Julie, Whos your friend? This. I was on a Saturday expedition, on my own, down a frozen stream bed that chilly afternoon when it happened.In the summer before, I had 'river-walked' the shallow waters of this brook. Now, I was hiking the ice along the same passage. The banks rose above my head only a couple feet, making them about seven deep. Rocks and lumpy, clumpy dirt and tree roots lined the incline. The miniature valley went on some ways ahead of me and I had gone quite a bit along this steep stretch.At one point I. She then pulled the thong down her legs slowly, and once they were off, she spread her legs as she had done on stage, letting me take in her pussy. “You ready?” Her question snapped me out of my starting at her beautiful slit. “Absolutely,” I mumbled, still staring at her body. She took a seat beside me, stroked my cock and then slid a condom over it. She leaned over and started sucking my cock up and down. I leaned back and let the amazing feeling sweep over me. I reached down and rubbed my. But, with her work schedule, she tended bar in the evening, they didn’t go out much. She had them over her house. Sometimes they got a little loud but they weren’t a problem. Just having a good time.’ ‘Was Ronnie Jenkins working the night of the murder?’ ‘Yes he was. He works all week at the plant and helps to watch Michael on the weekends while Christy is at the bar.’ ‘Mrs. Harker, have you noticed any different men around her house lately? Maybe visiting or hanging around the neighborhood?’.