I kissed her again to stop the noise. It would be impossible to undress in the cold weather.So I went to my tent and brought my sleeping bag outside. ...e both entered it and resumed our session. My hands entered her t-shirt again and I unclasped her bra. I felt her bare nipples which were erect and poked my chest. I slid in the bag further and started sucking on those tits.She ran her hand around my head and back while I did that. Slowly she slid her hands into my track pants and started playing. She would have blown me, but I refused the offer, knowing it wasn't made for any other reason than that I hadn't emptied my sacs. I was quite happy to wait until she was ready and was rewarded with a kiss that showed just how pleased and relieved she was.So it was Friday night. The wheels of love were greased liberally with a bottle of Shiraz, Jill managed three glasses to my one, but that was okay. A little tipsy, Jill could turn into a wild cat and lose any inhibitions she had. From. Santa sighed. “Foul little beasts, aren’t they?”After each elfdeer took his turn, they circled Debbie’s dangling body and pranced around like dancing deer in the Nutcracker Ballet.“Is that Tusk?” Nick asked.Music selection, Debbie thought, must have been one of the debated artistic differences.The elfdeer then waved their hands, bent over, and stomped their feet, as if preparing for a ritualistic sacrifice, but it looked like a cross between a college marching band and a traditional Cherokee. The autopsy would show that Sandra was killed by an assailant who crushed her skull with a blunt instrument and then stabbed her a total of eleven times in the chest—– piercing her heart with eight of the stab wounds. The autopsy also showed that her throat was sliced from ear to ear. The medical examiner said that the cut on her neck was so deep that she was practically decapitated. Why did my wife and I become prime suspects in the murder of our dear friend? Well, believe it or not it all.