I had already more or less shared the whole layout of evidence with Jenny.Without proof of some kind odds were it would just be a theory never proven,...which was fine except our story would be better if we came up with the killer. I had absolutely no confidence in Jenny and me being able to trick Eve into telling us about the killing. I had no expectations of forensic evidence in this case. Eve knew things were damaging, and she had plenty of time to re-stage the crime scene to benefit her.. But his fiancee hadled him in the dark into an inside room, soundproofed, with no doors,where the fraternity conducts its secret rituals. It turned out shewas led in the dark through different passageways by someone who knewthe way, and then when she had delivered Tim she was led out, back tothe fraternity quad, and given a corsage in thanks. Then she went offto the dance. Tim didn't have a chance." The rest is rather vague even in his mind. They read some kind ofhokey charges, and two men. First we gave each other a kiss on the lips, smelling and getting a feel each of each others body.But hang in it wasn’t a normal Indian kiss, it was an erotic and voluptuous like the way hero-heroine kiss each other in Hollywood movies.Then I removed her saree and started to press her lovely boobs. Meanwhile aunty tore open my shirt and pulled down my trousers. Throwing her on the bed, I tore open her blouse and started to kiss her sexy white boobs. After sucking them for about 5 minutes I. " No! No!"He was doing it! Oh God, he was doing it, inserting that dreadful thing into her.pussy, pushing the warm waxy stick into her cunt. Her pussy walls began trembling, the muscles spasming achingly."Nooooooo!"She felt the sliding, the scraping, the touch of that fat candle as it wormed its way through her cunt, stretching her cuntal walls, plowing through fresh virgin territory until the pointy, burned end brushed up against her cherry.Sister Mary Katherine's mouth opened, a rush of air.