I have what I call camouflage colored eyes. Sometimes their brown, others green depending on what Im wearing. I have a nice slim toned body from track...and always loved being outdoors. Yep, Halloween was right around the corner. Trying to come up with a good costume was always a tough thing to do. I needed help coming up with a good idea or two, asking my friends and family, easily discarding their ideas of zombies, bums or a football player&hellip, I asked a few teachers at school. My English. Mycaressing hand on Devyn's soft bare waist told me that she was getting moreand more excited and maybe nervous and about as breathless as Peter. Aftera minute of the finger-fucking I told Cheryl to stop. "OK, girl,that's enough demonstration. Take your finger out." "Yes, sir.What should girl do with this sir." She asked about her wet finger thatwas dripping with her juices. I could handle that. "Ask MasterPeter if he would like to clean that finger for you." I said with atwinkle in my eye,. There was the usual feast that night and the hangovers the next morning. No weddings this time, so I was saved that chore.Chief Umgallah and my women pointed out which animals they wanted me to kill, so I knocked off the required aurochs in just over two hours. Everybody wanted more beef this time, so it took a little longer to do the deed. When I was finished, the men on horseback rode out to chase off the remaining aurochs so that the women could safely do the butchering.I noted that, this. All the people that were visible were cops, medical examiners and a pair of people just coming in the front with crime scene jackets on. CSI... Crime Scene Investigators. Not as high speed as the television show make them out to be, but still damned impressive, when they put their minds to work and their tools to good use.I stopped them just shy of the stairs and showed them my badge. "Excuse me, but one of the deceased is my mother-in-law, and the detective looked like he had already made up.