Calluna vulgaris awoke on this Friday sunup ready to begin her day by day routine. The 21 yr old ravisher had her usual breakfast of juice, fruit and a wassail muffin. She then put hair back into a brusk crib tail and got into her jogging suit and shoes for her usual run.

As she began to run ; she thought about her day. Heather was a veridical estate federal agent for her uncle Don 's agency. She was doing quite well in real estate and would be driving about a hundred international nautical mile north of there today to evince a couple a fantastic mountain ranch valued in the one thousand thousand. If she could get out this off it would be by far her biggest sale. Her thoughts now drifted to her steady boy-friend Brian and their date tonight. Brian was taking her to a very exclusive eating place and had said he had something very exceptional to ask her. She was almost sure he would propose. Brian had tickets for a concert Sabbatum night featuring her favorite rock music chemical group. Heather was on top of the world as she ended her run back at the condo where she lived. She had a flavour this was going to be a very special weekend.

She entered the door and quickly pulled off her shoes, top and pants and placed them in her sleeping room closet. Entering the bathroom ; she let down the pony prat and unsnapped her bra, removed her panty and drogue and placed them in the dirty clothes trammel. Heather lingered for a moment in front of the full-length mirror admiring her well-tanned 5'9 '' 120 lb curvaceous figure. She wanted to be sexy for Brian ; especially tonight. But she had to get going The hot shower felt expert as bathed herself all over with the soapy material and then shampooed her blond hairsbreadth. Turning off the rain shower ; she stepped out and dried her body and then used the blowdryer and her styling brush to dry and style her hair. A little more than employment and she was satisfied with the wavy curl. Now to get dressed, she pulled out a black lacy bra from her underclothing drawer ; then snapped it and arranged the cupful over her size 36C breasts. A matching couplet of ignominious lace French people cut panties slid easily up her sexy second joint and over her hips. Next a short opprobrious half-slip and a black camisole. Scots heather sat down on the bed and slowly rolled her lace-top suntan thigh-hi stockings up her long sexy wooden leg and into place. She went back into the bathroom and put on her lip rouge and makeup in front of the mirror. She put on a white long sleeved blouse and buttoned the arm and then the four buttons on the front. Her scant charcoal Gy wool blend chick was arranged into position and buttoned and zipped. Heather stepped into her black mellow heels. She retrieved a inglorious palm tie from the wheel in the closet and placed it around the neck of her blouse and tied it in a bow. A saturnine plum blazer with the realty company emblem rounded out her ensemble. She stepped in presence of the mirror ; not bad she thought. Sexy but not too garish, she grabbed her portfolio, bag and car cay and locked the threshold as she went out.

Her small flatware Mercedes was parked in front of the condo and she eased it out into the route headed for the interstate. Several knot down the interstate the traffic came to a creeping and then stopped completely. I hope this traffic jam does n't hold up long ; she thought. Soon an ambulance and fervour motortruck went speeding past on the median value. Heather surmised that there probably was a bad wreck ahead. She silently prayed that no one had been killed. The pipeline of cars continued to sit still. She was boxed in. She pulled out her cubicle phone to try and contacted the Shanes to tell them she would be late. Their housekeeper told her they had left approx half an hour ago to take on her. When asked if they had a cell phone ; the housekeeper said no, Mr. Shane did n't like those things. Heather began to panic. She wanted this cut-rate sale so a good deal and did n't want anything to screw it up.

After an hour and 25 min ; the traffic finally began to move slowly. Heather had to wee-wee up some metre but how. Suddenly she remembered the Lookout batch Rd that went up and over the mountains. It was curvy but there was n't usually much traffic and it would shorten her distance considerably to subscribe to that path instead of going the interstate until the valley negative stimulation. She soon reached the loss and was speeding up the curvy spate road and down the early side as fasting as she could take the curves. There was no dealings and she was making effective forward motion. Heather rounded the adjacent curve at breakneck speeding and too belated saw two pulp wood logarithm lying the road. She did n't have time to hardly oppose before her tires struck the logarithm and her car was airborne over the short guard duty rail and down the hill position which was covered mostly in small dead bush evergreens. She fought to maintain some semblance of control as the car wheels touched land and the car bounced down the slope still going in the forward direction. Over halfway down the hill ; the Mercedes hit a larger sapling which spun it around and started it to roll. Even though Calluna vulgaris was wearing her arse belt ammunition ; she was now being tossed about like a rag doll. The left face of her oral sex now impacted the driver's side of meat window with plenty violence to crack the window. At the rump of the James Jerome Hill ; Heather 's car rolled over a small grove of live Balsams and suddenly came to a stop within them. The car had stopped on its wheels with the driver 's position door slightly ajar.

The interference of the clang had caught the attention of Clint Rutherford B. Hayes and his dog King as they were crossing a nearby brook. They made their way in the direction the haphazardness had come from to see what had happened. Clint lived in a cabin with his dog just across the succeeding small mountain. He was a decorated gulf War vet who had come menage from the war to bump his married woman of 10 years had been cheating on him. In the confrontation that followed ; he had punched her which had led to his apprehension. They then had a messy divorce and he pulled up stakes and bought the cabin and a few acres out here in the centre of nowhere. The cabin had no electricity. He made a living operating heavy machinery at a newspaper pulverization over near the river.

Martin Luther King arrived first at the smoldering car and was sniffing at the number one wood's side threshold. Clint jerked the threshold wide spread out and leaned down to check over the occupier. He stared momentarily at the Cy Young woman who was held good by her seat belt. Her skirt and petticoat had ridden up to her crotch and Clint could see all of her stocking garment wooden leg as well as her snatch haircloth through the lacing of the panties. He also noticed Calluna vulgaris 's Death weewee leaking from her pantie and running under her toward the back of the derriere. Clint checked for a impulse but found none. broom 's beautiful blue eyes were candid in a death stare into space. Unsnapping her seat-belt ; he carried the long-legged corpse over to a nearby clear maculation and checked for a beat again. No pulsation. No trice. She was numb. He now looked her over more carefully. There was clotting blood on the left incline of her head where she had banged it on the windowpane. He also noted blood dripping from her left nostril and the left over box of her mouth. No other visible wounds though. She was a looker ; what a pity that someone as beautiful as her had lost their life here. Such long shapely legs, he could n't believe he was this attracted to a dead woman ; but living out in the wild had taken its bell. He had n't seen a cleaning woman this beautiful in a long time. His ex-wife had been attractive but this one put her to shame. This one would n't object to anything that was done to her now. What a complete buff !

Suddenly Clint decided he was going to bring her binding to his cabin. He retrieved her purse from the car and then hoisted Heather 's lovely corpse over his left articulatio humeri. With King in the trail ; he made his way back down to the creek and walked in it a ways before heading up the mountain toward his cabin. After stopping several multiplication to rest ; he came over the last piddling hill above the cabin. It was nestled in a bass woodland surrounded by giant evergreen with a creek running nearby. Clint had rigged up a hand heart in the cabin so he did n't have to go down to the creek to accept water system. Clint entered the breast threshold and placed his rifle in the turning point. He walked over near the bed and gently lowered Heather 's corpse onto a large wooden chair. Now to clean her up a little he thought. After filling a washpan with water ; Clint began to gently wash away the line of descent from the side of heather 's face, the corners of her mouth and her provide nostril. Once that was done ; he washed and cleaned the profligate from her hair and dried her face and hair as much as possible.

With King watching intently ; Clint turned down the covers on the bed and then gently scooped up broom 's stiff and carried it to the bed. He arranged the pillow under her promontory and kissed her moth-eaten unfeeling lips. Damn ; she was sexy ! Clint raised broom up from the pillow and removed her sports jacket, her typewriter ribbon tie and her white blouse. Still holding her upright ; he removed the camisole and unsnapped the lace bra and slowly lowered her back to the pillow. He unbuttoned and unzipped her gray skirt and grabbing the hem ; pulled pulled the chick and the half-slip off over the shapely hips, legs and shoes. The unsnapped bra was easily removed revealing her firm tits. Now for the concluding unveiling ! Clint grabbed the waist band of the moist panties and slowly pulled them down revealing Heather 's nighttime blonde bush. He pressed the panties to his nose and could reek the compounding of perfume, organic structure musk and piss. His big dick was getting mighty uncomfortable inside his shorts so he began to take off his wearing apparel. Once his boots, trouser and shirt were removed ; he removed his shorts and placed them on the bedpost. Crawling onto the bed ; Clint spread Scots heather 's knee joint spacious apart to have a good aspect at her pussy. He could smell the like aroma as with the panty. It was a real turn-on for him. He pressed his tongue to the undecided prick and began to lick it. Soon his glossa was exploring further and farther interior of the dead cunthole. It was poise and dank but luscious so he continued until his spittle was dripping from Heather 's luscious yap. His fingerbreadth replaced his lip and tongue as he stroked it in and out of his necro-lover.

Clint could n't wait any longer ; he had to fuck her with his prick. Crawling between her long shapely legs ; he lowered himself until his raise organ was at the entrance to Heather 's making love yap. Slowly it slew in between the lips until, only partially inserted, it contacted Heather 's hymen and stopped. Clint could n't believe it ; this beautiful young womanhood was a Virgo the Virgin. He was going to be her commencement and only lover. He was n't going to be denied this fuck by a hymen ; so he partially withdrew his erect peter and then rammed it in as firmly as he could. This time it broke through and hit bottom of the inning and he began to stroke it in and out of the sang-froid stagnant kitty. It felt so dear as he fucked it ; it had been too long since he had a woman. As he pumped ; his hands alternately caressed the cover girl stocking clad thighs and succulent titty. His dick was getting that tingling belief and soon he could hold back no longer. He felt the ecstasy as his rod exploded inside heather mixture and pellet wave after of hot cum into her beautiful cadaver. Spent ; he slid off and lay down beside the torso and played with her sticky kitty. He had the perfective devotee. No complaining, bitching and no running away with other men. Speaking of other men ; he wondered if there had been a man in Calluna vulgaris 's biography. If there was ; that man certainly had lost a treasure.

Clint got up and retrieved heather 's handbag from the professorship, returned and dumped its table of contents on the bed. Opening the pocketbook ; he counted sixty-five buck in broadside and a dollar seventy three centime in change. Opening the top drawer of the small table beside the bed ; he placed the money inside an old skid box. This Loretta Young peeress had no pauperism for money now. Continuing to look through the billfold ; he found a number one wood'license with the epithet heather Whistnant and noted from the nativity day of the month ; that she would deliver been 22 in a duo of calendar month. Next he came across a picture of Heather smiling in the arms of a bighearted young man. So she did have a man in her life. Clint rifled through the credit rating cards and former point but found nothing of substantial value to him that he could use and dumped the point back into the purse. He looked at the ring on Heather 's digit but decided it was n't really valuable to him and left it on.

Clint rolled the corpse over on her stomach and admired her firm tanned butt. She had only the tiniest of a bikini tan line. What a nice ass ! His hands rubbed the impudence and his fingers found their way down into the crack and eventually to her asshole. He remembered one of his girlfriends in high schooling who loved taking it up her ass. His ex never cared for it though. He pressed his fingerbreadth against the pixilated fix and up inside Heather 's rectum and began to form the finger's breadth around to undo her up further. His peter was getting very hard again as he pumped his finger in and out. After awhile he got two finger's breadth inside and her cocksucker really began to loosen up. It was clock time to give his dick a try. He grabbed a pillow and rolled ling over on her face, placed the pillow and rolled her on to the pillow so that her ass was somewhat elevated. He spread her aphrodisiac legs all-encompassing apart and crawled between them and lined his big hard rod up with her motherfucker. It took several severe driving force to fully inhume his rod in her ass. Clint kissed her assuredness back and neck as he stroked his hawkshaw in and out. She was exquisite and all his. It was starting to get that tingly feeling. His tempo increased and soon afterward he shot his lading into her ass. He withdrew and again lay down beside of heather. He rolled her over on her back and passionately kissed her pale lips. Clint was suddenly aware of King touching his hand. He had dozed off and it was starting to get moody outside.

Clint left the bed and put his clothes on. He had chore to do before supper. business leader led the way as he went outside the cabin. After the chores were finished ; they returned and Clint prepared supper for both of them. With the meal finished ; King lay down over at the fireplace and his maestro removed his clothes and crawled into bed and pulled the covers over himself and his lovely dead lover. His arms held her tight as he slept soundly. He awoke the succeeding dayspring to the phone of King scratching at the door. Removing his sleeve from heather mixture ; Clint crawled out of bed and went over to open the door and then put some woods on the ardour. He picked up heather mixture and laid her on a great bear cutis in straw man of the fireplace. She looked really sexy lying there and Clint had to suffer some more slit. He dropped between her foresightful sexy leg and began pounding his hard rod into her cold-blooded sticky cunt. A waving of pleasure came over him again as his dick erupted into her again. He lay on top her savoring the consequence and then withdrew and got dressed.

It was now time to fix some breakfast. King was at the door scratching and howling and his original let him in and closed the door. King walked over sniffing at Heather 's corpse as Clint continued preparing the food. Hearing a haphazardness behind him caused Clint to turn around. He could n't believe it ; even the dog wanted her. B. B. King was latched on tight to Heather 's stocking clothed thigh and hunching like there would be no tomorrow. Clint walked over and kicked him square in the rump dislodging him from the thigh and took him outside with his plateful of breakfast and returned inside, closed and latched the door. He gazed at heather 's lovely body as he finished off his breakfast. After breakfast ; Clint strolled over and lay down beside Calluna vulgaris on the Bear skin. He caressed her cold-blooded stiffening organic structure and held her close. Over the line of the day and into the night ; he kissed and caressed every inch of broom 's luscious consistency. She had a aphrodisiac petty black mole on the inside of her left thigh. He marveled at her feminine curve ball. She had more curvature than forty Admiralty mile of bad road and he knew every one of them. About midnight he got up and carried her physical structure to the bed and covered it. He let King second in and noticed that a light snowfall was falling. Clint closed and locked the door, removed his clothes and crawled into bed with Heather for he knew would be his last nighttime with her. He placed his script on her left breast and positioned her cold-blooded stiffening flop hand over his hawkshaw and drifted off to sleep.

His sound sleep was awakened the next morning by the everyday ritual of King howling and scratching at the door. Clint removed heather mixture 's cold hand from his shaft ; got up and dressed and opened the door. King darted out into a light dusting of snow. Clint proceeded to fix breakfast and sat down to eat. His intellection returned to Scots heather. He 'd care to keep her for a piece longer but that was n't going to be potential. She was starting to look and reek a little stale already. He had to settle what he was going to do with her stiff. At that present moment ; Clint remembered a very little cave down the creek a fashion. It should be big enough to be able to forget her in there.

Clint retrieved a large long thick sack from the pecker shed. It had contained machine tool parts for the paper pulverization and they had discarded it. He placed the sack beside the corpse to make sure it was yearn enough and determined it had a few in to spare. He retrieved Scots heather 's clothes and slowly redressed her ; taking time to fondle her tit and play with her funky puss. Before placing her in the bag ; he kissed her cold lips one finally sentence. He slid the bag over the head and shoulders and pulled and tugged on it until all of Calluna vulgaris 's soundbox was inside. Her purse was then placed in the bag beside her feet. Clint now took a large needle and sewed up the release. Grabbing his shovel ; he placed the bag over his berm and made his way down the brook toward the cave. Once there he crawled through the entering and pulled the bag inside and placed it against the cave wall. With the excavator he covered the bag with dirt, silt and gravel from inside the cave. Now he went back outside and began to stock large rocks and arranged them to block the cave entranceway. He found some absolutely brush to shroud the rock covered spelunk entranceway from sight and with King by his slope made his way back to the cabin.

In the meantime, broom 's wrecked car was discovered and a search was instituted in the surrounding arena. Bloodhounds were brought in and tracked a perfume to the creek where Clint had entered it. There the trail went cold and after several Day the search was called off. Clint had returned to make for on Monday with a smile on his face. He had taken alot of ribbing from his co-worker about his meager and lonely cosmos. If they only knew about this weekend ! But he would never severalize. broom 's `` particular '' weekend had turned out to be very `` special '' for Clint.

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