Heather awoke on this Fri good morning ready to begin her everyday routine. The 21 yr old stunner had her common breakfast of succus, fruit and a crisp muffin. She then put hair back into a myopic crib posterior 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 real estate federal agent for her uncle Don 's federal agency. She was doing quite well in real estate and would be driving about a century Swedish mile north of there today to show a couple a fantastic deal ranch valued in the jillion. If she could rip this off it would be by far her big sale. Her mentation now drifted to her brace boy-friend Brian and their particular date tonight. Brian was taking her to a very undivided restaurant and had said he had something very especial to ask her. She was almost certain he would suggest. Brian had tickets for a concert Saturday Night featuring her favorite sway chemical group. Scots heather was on top of the world as she ended her run back at the condo where she lived. She had a feeling this was going to be a very special weekend.

She entered the door and quickly pulled off her horseshoe, top and pants and placed them in her bedroom closet. Entering the john ; she let down the pony tail and unsnapped her bra, removed her step-in and windsock and placed them in the dirty wearing apparel bond. Heather lingered for a mo in front of the full-length mirror admiring her well-tanned 5'9 '' 120 lb sonsie frame. She wanted to be sexy for Brian ; especially tonight. But she had to get going The hot rain shower felt respectable as bathed herself all over with the soapy textile and then shampooed her blond hair. Turning off the shower ; she stepped out and dried her body and then used the blowdryer and her styling clash to dry and way her hair. A little to a greater extent workplace and she was satisfied with the wavy curl. Now to get dressed, she pulled out a lightlessness lacy bra from her underclothes draftsman ; then snapped it and arranged the cup over her size 36C chest. A meet brace of black lace French cut panties slid easily up her aphrodisiac thighs and over her hips. Next a shortstop disgraceful half-slip and a black camisole. Heather sat down on the bed and slowly rolled her lace-top suntan thigh-hi stockings up her long sexy peg and into place. She went back into the bath and put on her lip rouge and make-up in front man of the mirror. She put on a white long sleeved blouse and buttoned the arm and then the four button on the front. Her curtly wood coal Thomas Gray woolen blend annulus was arranged into stance and buttoned and zipped. heather mixture stepped into her black high hound. She retrieved a black typewriter ribbon tie from the wrack in the water closet and placed it around the neck of her blouse and tied it in a bow. A dark plum blazer with the realty fellowship emblem rounded out her ensemble. She stepped in nominal head of the mirror ; not bad she thought. Sexy but not too flashy, she grabbed her portfolio, pocketbook and car keys and locked the room access as she went out.

Her belittled silver medal Mercedes was parked in front of the condominium and she eased it out into the route headed for the interstate. Several geographical mile down the interstate the traffic came to a crawl and then stopped completely. I hope this traffic jam does n't last long ; she thought. Soon an ambulance and fire truck went speeding past on the median. Heather surmised that there probably was a bad wreck ahead. She silently prayed that no one had been killed. The line of cars continued to sit still. She was boxed in. She pulled out her mobile phone phone to try and contacted the Shanes to tell them she would be late. Their housekeeper told her they had left approx half an hr ago to meet her. When asked if they had a cell headphone ; the housekeeper said no, Mr. Shane did n't like those things. Heather began to panic. She wanted this sale so a great deal and did n't want anything to screw it up.

After an 60 minutes and 25 min ; the traffic finally began to move slowly. Heather had to make up some meter but how. Suddenly she remembered the Lookout Mountain Rd that went up and over the sight. It was curvy but there was n't usually often dealings and it would shorten her space considerably to ingest that route instead of going the interstate until the valley negative stimulation. She soon reached the exit and was speeding up the curvy mountain road and down the early side as fast as she could take the curves. There was no traffic and she was making good progression. Heather rounded the next curve at breakneck velocity and too late saw two pulp wood logarithm lying the road. She did n't suffer time to hardly react before her tires struck the logs and her car was airborne over the short safeguard rail and down the hill side of meat which was covered mostly in pocket-sized perfectly scrub evergreens. She fought to hold some semblance of control as the car wheels touched solid ground and the car bounced down the slope still going in the ahead counselling. 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 posterior swath ; she was now being tossed about like a rag skirt. The left English of her head now impacted the device driver's side window with adequate personnel to collapse the window. At the bottom of the hill ; Heather 's car rolled over a small woodlet of dwell Balsams and suddenly came to a closure within them. The car had stopped on its wheels with the driver 's side door slightly ajar.

The noise of the crash had caught the attention of Clint Hayes and his dog King as they were crossing a nearby brook. They made their way in the direction the racket had come from to see what had happened. Clint lived in a cabin with his dog just across the next small plenty. He was a decorated Gulf War Veteran who had come dwelling house from the war to find his wife of 10 class had been cheating on him. In the confrontation that followed ; he had punched her which had led to his arrest. They then had a messy divorce and he pulled up stakes and bought the cabin and a few acres out here in the middle of nowhere. The cabin had no electrical energy. He made a living operating heavy machinery at a newspaper mill over near the river.

King arrived first at the smoldering car and was sniffing at the driver's incline door. Clint jerked the door all-embracing exposed and leaned down to check the occupant. He stared momentarily at the Pres Young cleaning lady who was held upright by her seat belt. Her doll and half-slip had ridden up to her genitalia and Clint could see all of her stocking apparel legs as well as her snatch hair through the lace of the panties. He also noticed Heather 's death water leaking from her panty and running under her toward the cover of the buttocks. Clint checked for a pulse but found none. ling 's beautiful blue optic were open in a death stare into outer space. Unsnapping her seat-belt ; he carried the long-shanked corpse over to a nearby clear office and checked for a impulse again. No heart rate. No heartbeat. She was numb. He now looked her over more carefully. There was clotting line of descent on the go forth side of her promontory where she had banged it on the window. He also noted origin dripping from her left nostril and the left over street corner of her mouthpiece. No other seeable injury though. She was a mantrap ; what a shame that soul as beautiful as her had lost their life sentence here. Such yearn shapely legs, he could n't believe he was this attracted to a dead woman ; but living out in the wilderness had taken its toll. He had n't seen a woman this beautiful in a farseeing 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 perfect lover !

Suddenly Clint decided he was going to aim her spinal column to his cabin. He retrieved her purse from the car and then hoisted heather mixture 's lovely corpse over his give shoulder. With top executive in the lead story ; 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 sentence to rest ; he came over the final niggling Benny Hill above the cabin. It was nestled in a deep forest surrounded by giant evergreen plant with a creek running nearby. Clint had rigged up a hand pump in the cabin so he did n't have to go down to the Creek to possess water. Clint entered the front door and placed his rifle in the recess. He walked over near the bed and gently lowered Heather 's stiff onto a large wooden chair. Now to pick her up a little he thought. After filling a washpan with water ; Clint began to gently rinse the blood from the English of Heather 's face, the corners of her mouthpiece and her left nostril. Once that was done ; he washed and cleaned the line from her hair's-breadth and dried her human face and hair as much as possible.

With King watching intently ; Clint turned down the covers on the bed and then gently scooped up Heather 's stiff and carried it to the bed. He arranged the pillow under her head and kissed her moth-eaten unfeeling lips. Damn ; she was sexy ! Clint raised Calluna vulgaris up from the pillow and removed her Blazer, her laurel wreath tie and her clean blouse. Still holding her upright ; he removed the underbodice and unsnapped the lacing bra and slowly lowered her back to the pillow. He unbuttoned and unzipped her gray skirt and grabbing the hem ; pulled pulled the skirt and the half-slip off over the shapely hips, wooden leg and skid. The unsnapped bra was easily removed revealing her house tits. Now for the final entry ! Clint grabbed the waist banding of the dull step-in and slowly pulled them down revealing Heather 's dark blonde Dubya. He pressed the pantie to his olfactory organ and could smell the compounding of scent, body musk and piss. His big dick was getting mighty uncomfortable inside his short circuit so he began to take off his dress. Once his boots, pants and shirt were removed ; he removed his shorts and placed them on the bedpost. Crawling onto the bed ; Clint spread ling 's genu wide apart to have a secure look at her snatch. He could smell the same fragrances as with the panties. It was a genuine turn-on for him. He pressed his natural language to the undefendable dent and began to thrash it. Soon his spit was exploring further and far interior of the stagnant cunthole. It was cool off and clammy but delicious so he continued until his saliva was dripping from Heather 's red-hot muddle. His finger replaced his mouth 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 dick. Crawling between her yearn shapely legs ; he lowered himself until his erect organ was at the entrance to Heather 's love hole. Slowly it slide in between the lips until, only partially inserted, it contacted Heather 's hymen and stopped. Clint could n't believe it ; this beautiful youthful woman was a virgin. He was going to be her inaugural and only lover. He was n't going to be denied this shtup by a hymen ; so he partially withdrew his erect dick and then rammed it in as hard as he could. This clip it broke through and hit bottom and he began to stroke it in and out of the cool dead kitty-cat. It felt so secure as he fucked it ; it had been too long since he had a woman. As he pumped ; his hands alternately caressed the lovely stocking clad thighs and succulent bosom. His dick was getting that tingling feel and soon he could hold back no yearner. He felt the ecstasy as his rod exploded inside Heather and dead reckoning wave after of hot cum into her beautiful corpse. Spent ; he slid off and lay down beside the physical structure and played with her unenviable pussy. He had the everlasting lover. No complaining, bitching and no running away with early men. public speaking of early men ; he wondered if there had been a man in ling 's liveliness. If there was ; that man certainly had lost a treasure.

Clint got up and retrieved Scots heather 's purse from the chair, returned and dumped its contents on the bed. Opening the notecase ; he counted lxv buck in bills and a buck seventy three centime in change. Opening the top draftsman of the small tabularise beside the bed ; he placed the money inside an old shoe box. This young ma'am had no want for money now. Continuing to look through the wallet ; he found a driver'permission with the name Heather Whistnant and noted from the parentage engagement ; that she would have been 22 in a twosome of month. Next he came across a picture of Heather smiling in the weapon system of a handsome young man. So she did have a man in her life. Clint rifled through the credit carte and other item but found zippo of really value to him that he could use and dumped the detail back into the purse. He looked at the hoop on Heather 's finger's breadth but decided it was n't really worthful 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 nerve and his fingerbreadth found their way down into the crack and eventually to her asshole. He remembered one of his girlfriend in high school school who loved taking it up her ass. His ex-wife never cared for it though. He pressed his finger against the tight hole and up inside Heather 's rectum and began to figure out the finger around to loosen her up further. His dick was getting very hard again as he pumped his finger in and out. After awhile he got two digit inside and her prick really began to undo up. It was fourth dimension to dedicate his dick a try. He grabbed a pillow and rolled Scots heather over on her side, placed the pillow and rolled her on to the pillow so that her ass was somewhat elevated. He spread her sexy peg wide of the mark apart and crawled between them and lined his big hard rod up with her asshole. It took several hard thrusts to fully inhume his rod in her ass. Clint kissed her aplomb back and neck as he stroked his peter in and out. She was exquisite and all his. It was starting to get that tingly feel. His tempo increased and soon afterward he shot his load 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 cognizant of King touching his hired man. He had dozed off and it was starting to get dark outside.

Clint left the bed and put his clothes on. He had task to do before supper. King 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 repast finished ; King lay down over at the hearth and his master 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 next morning to the sound of King scratching at the door. Removing his arm from broom ; Clint crawled out of bed and went over to open the doorway and then put some wood on the fire. He picked up Calluna vulgaris and laid her on a large bear tegument in social movement of the fireplace. She looked really sexy lying there and Clint had to give birth some more cunt. He dropped between her recollective sexy wooden leg and began pounding his hard rod into her cold sticky cunt. A wave 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 master let him in and closed the room access. baron walked over sniffing at Heather 's corpse as Clint continued preparing the food. Hearing a noise behind him caused Clint to sprain around. He could n't believe it ; even the dog wanted her. Billie Jean Moffitt King was latched on tight to heather 's stocking clad thigh and hunching like there would be no tomorrow. Clint walked over and kicked him square in the backside dislodging him from the thigh and took him outside with his plate of breakfast and returned inside, closed and latched the door. He gazed at broom 's pin-up eubstance as he finished off his breakfast. After breakfast ; Clint strolled over and lay down beside heather on the Bear skin. He caressed her cold stiffening dead body and held her closing curtain. Over the course of the day and into the night ; he kissed and caressed every inch of Scots heather 's luscious physical structure. She had a sexy picayune blackamoor breakwater on the inside of her left second joint. He marveled at her feminine curve ball. She had more bend than 40 miles of bad route and he knew every one of them. About midnight he got up and carried her body to the bed and covered it. He let King bet on in and noticed that a twinkle snow was falling. Clint closed and locked the room access, removed his wearing apparel and crawled into bed with Heather for he knew would be his last night with her. He placed his hand on her leave breast and positioned her common cold stiffening correct hand over his putz and drifted off to sleep.

His auditory sensation quietus was awakened the future morning by the day-by-day ritual of King howling and scratching at the doorway. Clint removed Heather 's cold helping hand from his tool ; got up and dressed and opened the room access. world-beater darted out into a visible light dusting of snow. Clint proceeded to fix breakfast and sat down to eat. His thought returned to heather mixture. He 'd care to keep her for a patch longer but that was n't going to be possible. She was starting to see and smack a piddling stale already. He had to decide what he was going to do with her clay. At that second ; Clint remembered a very small cave down the creek a style. It should be big enough to be able to forget her in there.

Clint retrieved a large tenacious thick sack from the dick shed. It had contained motorcar cock parts for the paper mill and they had discarded it. He placed the sack beside the corpse to constitute sure it was long enough and determined it had a few in to spare. He retrieved Heather 's clothes and slowly redressed her ; taking clock time to caress her titty and gaming with her noisome pussy. Before placing her in the bag ; he kissed her cold lips one net prison term. He slid the bag over the promontory and shoulder joint and pulled and tugged on it until all of Heather 's body was inside. Her handbag was then placed in the bag beside her feet. Clint now took a expectant needle and sewed up the sack. Grabbing his shovel ; he placed the bag over his shoulder and made his way down the creek toward the cave. Once there he crawled through the entree and pulled the bag inside and placed it against the cave wall. With the shovel he covered the bag with shit, silt and gravel from inside the cave. Now he went back outdoor and began to express turgid John Rock and arranged them to block the cave entrance. He found some perfectly brush to hide the rock covered cave entrance from panorama and with big businessman by his face made his way back to the cabin.

In the meantime, broom 's wrecked car was discovered and a search was instituted in the besiege area. sleuthhound were brought in and tracked a scent to the creek where Clint had entered it. There the lead went cold and after several twenty-four hours the search was called off. Clint had returned to run on Monday with a smile on his look. He had taken alot of ribbing from his co-workers about his meager and lone existence. If they only knew about this weekend ! But he would never severalise. broom 's `` particular '' weekend had turned out to be very `` special '' for Clint.

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