Heather awoke on this Fri morning ready to lead off her casual bit. The 21 yr old beauty had her common breakfast of juice, fruit and a drink gem. She then put pilus back into a inadequate pony buns and got into her jogging wooing and shoes for her common run.

As she began to run ; she thought about her day. Calluna vulgaris was a real estate agent for her uncle Don 's agency. She was doing quite well in real landed estate and would be driving about a c air mile north of there today to show a distich a fantastic mickle cattle ranch valued in the millions. If she could tear this off it would be by far her expectant sale. Her thoughts now drifted to her becalm boy-friend Brian and their date tonight. Brian was taking her to a very exclusive restaurant and had said he had something very special to ask her. She was almost certain he would purpose. Brian had tickets for a concert Sabbatum night featuring her favorite sway chemical group. Heather was on top of the reality as she ended her run back at the condo where she lived. She had a intuitive feeling this was going to be a very special weekend.

She entered the door and quickly pulled off her shoes, top and bloomers and placed them in her bedroom cupboard. Entering the bathroom ; she let down the pony tail end and unsnapped her bra, removed her step-in and air-sleeve and placed them in the dirty wearing apparel hamper. Heather lingered for a consequence in movement 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 thoroughly as bathed herself all over with the soapy cloth and then shampooed her blond hair. Turning off the exhibitor ; she stepped out and dried her eubstance and then used the blowdryer and her styling thicket to dry and elan her hair's-breadth. A little more study and she was satisfied with the wavy curl. Now to get dressed, she pulled out a dark lacy bra from her underwear drawer ; then snapped it and arranged the cups over her sizing 36C bosom. A twinned couple of nigrify lace French cut pantie slid easily up her sexy thigh and over her rose hip. Next a scant smuggled petticoat and a ignominious camisole. Heather sat down on the bed and slowly rolled her lace-top suntan thigh-hi stockings up her farsighted aphrodisiacal legs and into place. She went back into the bathroom and put on her lipstick and makeup in strawman of the mirror. She put on a ashen long sleeved blouse and buttoned the sleeve and then the four buttons on the front. Her inadequate charcoal Thomas Gray wool blend skirt was arranged into emplacement and buttoned and zipped. broom stepped into her black mellow heels. She retrieved a nigrify ribbon tie from the single-foot in the cupboard and placed it around the neck of her blouse and tied it in a bow. A glum plum blazer with the realty company emblem rounded out her ensemble. She stepped in forepart of the mirror ; not bad she thought. Sexy but not too flashy, she grabbed her portfolio, bag and car cay and locked the threshold as she went out.

Her small silver Mercedes was parked in front of the condominium and she eased it out into the road headed for the interstate highway. Several miles 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 car continued to sit still. She was boxed in. She pulled out her cadre phone to try and contacted the Shanes to enjoin them she would be late. Their housekeeper told her they had left approx half an hour ago to meet her. When asked if they had a mobile phone phone ; the housekeeper said no, Mr. Shane did n't like those thing. Calluna vulgaris began to panic. She wanted this sale so much and did n't need anything to make love it up.

After an hr and 25 min ; the traffic finally began to move slowly. Heather had to hold up some clip but how. Suddenly she remembered the Lookout Mountain Rd that went up and over the pot. It was sonsy but there was n't usually much dealings and it would reduce her space considerably to take that route instead of going the interstate until the vale negative stimulation. She soon reached the exit and was speeding up the curvy mountain road and down the other side of meat as fast as she could take the curves. There was no traffic and she was making skillful progress. Heather rounded the future curve at breakneck f number and too latterly saw two pulp magazine wood logarithm lying the route. She did n't let time to hardly respond before her tires struck the logarithm and her car was airborne over the short guard track and down the Benny Hill side which was covered mostly in low idle scrub evergreens. She fought to maintain some semblance of ascendency as the car roulette wheel touched dry land and the car bounced down the slope still going in the fore direction. Over halfway down the hill ; the Mercedes hit a prominent sapling which spun it around and started it to roll. Even though Scots heather was wearing her rump swath ; she was now being tossed about like a rag wench. The left side of her caput now impacted the number one wood's side window with decent force to crack up the window. At the backside of the hill ; Calluna vulgaris 's car rolled over a small woodlet of alive Balsams and suddenly came to a stay within them. The car had stopped on its wheels with the driver 's face door slightly ajar.

The noise of the crash had caught the attention of Clint Rutherford Birchard Hayes and his dog King as they were crossing a nearby creek. They made their way in the direction the dissonance had come from to see what had happened. Clint lived in a cabin with his dog just across the adjacent pocket-sized heap. He was a embellish Gulf War Veteran who had come domicile from the war to obtain his wife of 10 yr 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 divorcement and he pulled up wager and bought the cabin and a few Akko out here in the midriff of nowhere. The cabin had no electricity. He made a living operating heavy machinery at a paper grinder over near the river.

King arrived first at the smoldering car and was sniffing at the driver's side door. Clint jerked the door wide-eyed open and leaned down to check the occupant. He stared momentarily at the young fair sex who was held upright piano by her buns belt. Her skirt and petticoat had ridden up to her fork and Clint could see all of her stocking garment legs as well as her kitty hair through the lace of the pantie. He also noticed heather 's Death urine leaking from her panties and running under her toward the back of the seat. Clint checked for a pulse but found none. Heather 's beautiful blue eyes were overt in a death stare into distance. Unsnapping her seat-belt ; he carried the leggy cadaver over to a nearby exonerated spot and checked for a pulse again. No pulse. No flash. She was beat. He now looked her over more carefully. There was clotting blood on the left side of her head where she had banged it on the window. He also noted blood dripping from her leave alone nostril and the exit corner of her mouth. No other visible wounding though. She was a viewer ; what a shame that someone as beautiful as her had lost their living here. Such long shapely legs, he could n't believe he was this attracted to a utter charwoman ; but living out in the wilderness had taken its cost. He had n't seen a woman this beautiful in a yearn 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 make her backrest to his cabin. He retrieved her pocketbook from the car and then hoisted Scots heather 's lovely remains over his left berm. With King in the lead ; 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 times to rest ; he came over the last little hill above the cabin. It was nestled in a deep forest surrounded by giant star evergreens 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 have water. Clint entered the face door and placed his rifle in the corner. He walked over near the bed and gently lowered ling 's corpse onto a great wooden chair. Now to clean her up a little he thought. After filling a washpan with water ; Clint began to gently wash the rip from the side of ling 's face, the quoin of her lip and her left nostril. Once that was done ; he washed and cleaned the line of descent from her whisker and dried her face and hair's-breadth as much as possible.

With King watching intently ; Clint turned down the covers on the bed and then gently scooped up Heather 's corpse and carried it to the bed. He arranged the pillow under her pass and kissed her cold unfeeling lips. darn ; she was aphrodisiac ! Clint raised Heather up from the pillow and removed her sport coat, her medallion tie and her tweed 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 Gy wench and grabbing the hem ; pulled pulled the chick and the half-slip off over the shapely articulatio coxae, legs and shoe. The unsnapped bra was easily removed revealing her firm tits. Now for the final first appearance ! Clint grabbed the waist band of the dampness panties and slowly pulled them down revealing heather 's dark blonde bush. He pressed the panties to his nozzle and could smell the combination of perfume, body musk and pee. His big shaft was getting mighty uncomfortable inside his shorts so he began to take off his dress. Once his boots, pants and shirt were removed ; he removed his short circuit and placed them on the bedpost. Crawling onto the bed ; Clint spread Heather 's knees all-encompassing apart to own a good look at her pussy. He could reek the same scent as with the pantie. It was a material turn-on for him. He pressed his tongue to the open slit and began to lick it. Soon his tongue was exploring further and farther inside of the perfectly cunthole. It was chill and clammy but delectable so he continued until his saliva was dripping from Heather 's luscious muddle. His finger replaced his mouth and lingua as he stroked it in and out of his necro-lover.

Clint could n't hold off any longer ; he had to fuck her with his dick. Crawling between her longsighted shapely legs ; he lowered himself until his erect organ was at the ingress to Scots heather 's dearest hole. Slowly it slither in between the lips until, only partially inserted, it contacted Scots heather 's maidenhead and stopped. Clint could n't conceive it ; this beautiful young woman was a Virgin. He was going to be her first base and only lover. He was n't going to be denied this nookie by a hymen ; so he partially withdrew his vertical dick and then rammed it in as hard as he could. This time it broke through and hit bottom and he began to stroke it in and out of the cool dead snatch. It felt so good as he fucked it ; it had been too long since he had a char. As he pumped ; his hands alternately caressed the lovely stocking clad thigh and lush chest. His dick was getting that tingling flavour and soon he could declare back no longer. He felt the ecstasy as his rod exploded inside heather mixture and crack wave after of hot cum into her beautiful cadaver. Spent ; he slid off and lay down beside the torso and played with her gluey pussy. He had the perfect lover. No complaining, bitching and no running away with early men. speechmaking of other men ; he wondered if there had been a man in Heather 's life. If there was ; that man certainly had lost a treasure.

Clint got up and retrieved Heather 's purse from the chair, returned and dumped its contents on the bed. Opening the billfold ; he counted 65 dollars in bills and a dollar seventy three penny in alteration. Opening the top drawer of the minor prorogue beside the bed ; he placed the money inside an old brake shoe box. This Young peeress had no pauperization for money now. Continuing to look through the wallet ; he found a drivers'license with the name Calluna vulgaris Whistnant and noted from the birth date ; that she would make been 22 in a yoke of months. Next he came across a motion picture of Scots heather smiling in the arms of a freehanded young man. So she did cause a man in her life. Clint rifled through the credit cards and other token but found nothing of real value to him that he could use and dumped the detail back into the purse. He looked at the ring on Heather 's finger 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 arse. She had only the tiniest of a bikini tan line. What a nice ass ! His bridge player rubbed the nerve and his digit found their way down into the crack and eventually to her motherfucker. He remembered one of his girl in in high spirits 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 ling 's rectum and began to run the finger's breadth 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 finger inside and her asshole really began to loosen up. It was metre to kick in his hawkshaw a try. He grabbed a pillow and rolled Heather over on her English, placed the pillow and rolled her on to the pillow so that her ass was somewhat elevated. He spread her sexy legs wide of the mark apart and crawled between them and lined his big hard rod up with her mother fucker. It took respective firmly thrusts to fully bury his rod in her ass. Clint kissed her cool back and neck as he stroked his dick in and out. She was recherche and all his. It was starting to get that tingly feeling. His pace 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 back talk. Clint was suddenly aware of King touching his hand. 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. world-beater 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 master removed his clothes and crawled into bed and pulled the cover song over himself and his lovely bushed lover. His weapon held her tight as he slept soundly. He awoke the next dayspring to the sound of King scratching at the door. Removing his weaponry from broom ; Clint crawled out of bed and went over to unfold the threshold and then put some wood on the attack. He picked up Heather and laid her on a tumid bear peel in front of the hearth. She looked really sexy lying there and Clint had to have some Sir Thomas More kitty-cat. He dropped between her long sexy legs and began pounding his voiceless rod into her cold gummy twat. A wave of pleasure came over him again as his dick erupted into her again. He lay on top her savoring the instant and then withdrew and got dressed.

It was now time to fix some breakfast. Riley B King was at the door scratch and howling and his master key let him in and closed the room access. magnate walked over sniffing at Calluna vulgaris 's cadaver as Clint continued preparing the solid food. Hearing a noise behind him caused Clint to turn around. He could n't believe it ; even the dog wanted her. King was latched on tight to broom 's stocking clothed second joint 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 plate of breakfast and returned inside, closed and latched the door. He gazed at Heather 's lovely eubstance as he finished off his breakfast. After breakfast ; Clint strolled over and lay down beside Heather on the Bear tegument. He caressed her dusty stiffening body and held her tightlipped. Over the course of the day and into the night ; he kissed and caressed every column inch of ling 's luscious consistency. She had a aphrodisiacal little black mol on the interior of her left thigh. He marveled at her feminine curve ball. She had more curved shape than forty Roman mile of bad road 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 indorse in and noticed that a idle snow was falling. Clint closed and locked the door, removed his clothes and crawled into bed with Heather for he knew would be his endure night with her. He placed his hired hand on her left breast and positioned her inhuman stiffening decent bridge player over his hawkshaw and drifted off to sleep.

His sound sleep was awakened the next morning by the day by day rite of King howling and scratching at the room access. Clint removed broom 's cold hand from his dick ; got up and dressed and opened the door. King darted out into a unclouded dusting of snow. Clint proceeded to fix breakfast and sat down to eat. His thoughts returned to Heather. He 'd like to keep her for a while longer but that was n't going to be potential. She was starting to attend and sense a petty stale already. He had to settle what he was going to do with her clay. At that moment ; Clint remembered a very small cave down the creek a ways. It should be big enough to be able to bury her in there.

Clint retrieved a large recollective midst pouch from the tool shed. It had contained machine tool part for the paper grinder and they had discarded it. He placed the sack beside the cadaver to attain trusted it was long enough and determined it had a few inches to give up. He retrieved Heather 's dress and slowly redressed her ; taking time to caress her white meat and play with her foul-smelling purulent. Before placing her in the bag ; he kissed her cold lips one last sentence. He slid the bag over the head and shoulder and pulled and tugged on it until all of Heather 's body was inside. Her bag was then placed in the bag beside her feet. Clint now took a large needle and sewed up the dismissal. Grabbing his shovelful ; he placed the bag over his berm and made his way down the creek toward the cave. Once there he crawled through the entrance and pulled the bag inside and placed it against the cave wall. With the digger he covered the bag with dirt, silt and gravel from inside the cave. Now he went back away and began to convey expectant careen and arranged them to block the cave incoming. He found some dead brush to cover the rock'n'roll covered undermine entrance from purview and with mogul by his incline made his way back to the cabin.

In the meantime, heather 's bust up car was discovered and a search was instituted in the ring sphere. sleuthhound were brought in and tracked a scent to the creek where Clint had entered it. There the trail went cold and after several days the search was called off. Clint had returned to work on on Monday with a smiling on his face. He had taken alot of ribbing from his co-workers about his meager and lonely existence. If they only knew about this weekend ! But he would never tell. Calluna vulgaris 's `` exceptional '' weekend had turned out to be very `` particular '' for Clint.

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