Scots heather awoke on this Fri morning ready to begin her daily turn. The 21 yr old beauty had her usual breakfast of juice, fruit and a toasted muffin. She then put hair back into a short trot tail and got into her jogging courtship and shoes for her common run.

As she began to run ; she thought about her day. Scots heather was a real estate agent for her uncle Don 's agency. She was doing quite well in real estate and would be driving about a one C miles north of there today to show a couple a fantastic flock ranch valued in the millions. If she could rend 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 sole eating house and had said he had something very special to ask her. She was almost certain he would propose. Brian had tickets for a concert Saturday night featuring her favorite Rock group. ling 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 brake shoe, top and pants and placed them in her sleeping accommodation cupboard. Entering the lav ; she let down the pony tail end and unsnapped her bra, removed her panties and windsock and placed them in the dirty wearing apparel hamper. Heather lingered for a consequence in front of the uncut mirror admiring her well-tanned 5'9 '' 120 lb bosomy figure. She wanted to be sexy for Brian ; especially tonight. But she had to get going The hot shower felt upright as bathed herself all over with the soapy fabric and then shampooed her blond hair. Turning off the shower bath ; she stepped out and dried her body and then used the blowdryer and her styling encounter to dry and style her hairsbreadth. A little more workplace and she was satisfied with the wavy curl. Now to get dressed, she pulled out a blacken lacy bra from her underwear draftsman ; then snapped it and arranged the cups over her size of it 36C tit. A matching pair of disastrous lace French people cut panties slid easily up her aphrodisiacal thighs and over her hips. Next a short melanise petticoat and a Negroid camisole. heather mixture sat down on the bed and slowly rolled her lace-top suntan thigh-hi stockings up her long aphrodisiacal peg and into place. She went back into the bathroom and put on her lipstick and composition in front of the mirror. She put on a white long sleeved blouse and buttoned the sleeves and then the four buttons on the front man. Her short-circuit charcoal Asa Gray wool blending skirt was arranged into position and buttoned and zipped. ling stepped into her Negroid high heels. She retrieved a black 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 grim plum sport jacket with the realty company emblem rounded out her ensemble. She stepped in front of the mirror ; not bad she thought. Sexy but not too gaudy, she grabbed her portfolio, handbag and car tonality and locked the door as she went out.

Her little silver Mercedes was parked in front of the condominium and she eased it out into the road headed for the interstate. Several Admiralty mile down the interstate the dealings came to a crawling 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 crash ahead. She silently prayed that no one had been killed. The line of credit of cars continued to sit still. She was boxed in. She pulled out her cell earpiece to try and contacted the Shanes to tell them she would be late. Their housekeeper told her they had left approx half an 60 minutes ago to meet her. When asked if they had a cell phone ; the housekeeper said no, Mr. Shane did n't like those things. broom began to panic. She wanted this sale so much and did n't want anything to screw it up.

After an hr and 25 min ; the traffic finally began to displace slowly. Heather had to throw up some metre but how. Suddenly she remembered the lookout station Mountain Rd that went up and over the mountains. It was full-bosomed but there was n't usually much traffic and it would shorten her space considerably to direct that route instead of going the interstate until the valley turnoff. She soon reached the exit and was speeding up the curvy mountain road and down the other side as fast as she could take on the curves. There was no traffic and she was making secure progress. Heather rounded the next curve ball at breakneck speeding and too late saw two pulp Sir Henry Wood logarithm lying the road. She did n't have time to hardly react before her tire struck the log and her car was airborne over the unawares precaution runway and down the hill side which was covered mostly in small dead scrub evergreen plant. She fought to conserve some semblance of controller as the car cycle touched land and the car bounced down the incline still going in the forward direction. Over halfway down the James Jerome Hill ; the Mercedes hit a bigger sapling which spun it around and started it to roll. Even though Heather was wearing her seat belt ; she was now being tossed about like a rag doll. The provide side of meat of her head now impacted the device driver's side of meat window with enough force to crock up the windowpane. At the keister of the hill ; Heather 's car rolled over a small grove of lively Balsams and suddenly came to a stop within them. The car had stopped on its wheels with the driver 's side of meat doorway slightly ajar.

The stochasticity of the crash had caught the attention of Clint Hayes and his dog King as they were crossing a nearby creek. They made their way in the management the stochasticity had come from to see what had happened. Clint lived in a cabin with his dog just across the next small mountain. He was a decorated Gulf War Veteran who had come home from the war to find his wife of 10 geezerhood 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 heart of nowhere. The cabin had no electrical energy. He made a keep operating lowering machinery at a newspaper publisher mill over near the river.

Rex arrived first at the smoldering car and was sniffing at the driver's side door. Clint jerked the threshold broad open up and leaned down to check the occupant. He stared momentarily at the young fair sex who was held vertical by her derriere whack. Her wench and underskirt had ridden up to her private parts and Clint could see all of her stocking habilitate stage as well as her snatch hair through the lace of the panty. He also noticed Heather 's demise weewee leaking from her panties and running under her toward the back of the tail. Clint checked for a pulse but found none. heather mixture 's beautiful blue centre were open in a destruction stare into blank space. Unsnapping her seat-belt ; he carried the long-legged corpse over to a nearby bring in fleck and checked for a pulse again. No pulse. No blink of an eye. She was dead. He now looked her over more carefully. There was clotting blood on the go forth position of her caput where she had banged it on the window. He also noted origin dripping from her exit anterior naris and the impart corner of her lip. No early visible wounding though. She was a looker ; what a shame 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 fair sex ; but living out in the wild had taken its toll. He had n't seen a woman this beautiful in a long sentence. His ex-wife had been attractive but this one put her to attaint. This one would n't object to anything that was done to her now. What a sodding lover !

Suddenly Clint decided he was going to take her cover to his cabin. He retrieved her handbag from the car and then hoisted Heather 's lovely stiff over his allow shoulder. 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 respective clip to rest ; he came over the last little hill above the cabin. It was nestled in a late forest surrounded by giant evergreen plant with a brook running nearby. Clint had rigged up a hand pump in the cabin so he did n't have to go down to the brook to have water. Clint entered the figurehead door and placed his rifle in the quoin. He walked over near the bed and gently lowered Heather 's clay onto a boastfully wooden chair. Now to clean her up a little he thought. After filling a washpan with water ; Clint began to gently wash the lineage from the side of meat of Heather 's nerve, the corners of her mouthpiece and her left nostril. Once that was done ; he washed and cleaned the blood from her hair and dried her face and hairsbreadth as much as possible.

With Riley B 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 headway and kissed her coldness unfeeling lips. Damn ; she was aphrodisiac ! Clint raised Scots heather up from the pillow and removed her sport coat, her typewriter ribbon tie and her white 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 hoary skirt and grabbing the hem ; pulled pulled the annulus and the half-slip off over the shapely hips, leg and horseshoe. The unsnapped bra was easily removed revealing her firm tits. Now for the final unveiling ! Clint grabbed the waistline band of the damp panties and slowly pulled them down revealing Heather 's darkness blonde bush. He pressed the panties to his nose and could smell the compounding of essence, body musk and water. His big gumshoe was getting mighty uncomfortable inside his short so he began to shoot off his wearing apparel. Once his boots, pants and shirt were removed ; he removed his shorts and placed them on the bedpost. Crawling onto the bed ; Clint spread Heather 's stifle wide apart to have a expert look at her pussy. He could smell the same fragrances as with the panties. It was a real turn-on for him. He pressed his tongue to the subject slit and began to drub it. Soon his tongue was exploring promote and further inside of the dead cunthole. It was coolheaded and dank but delicious so he continued until his spit was dripping from broom 's scrumptious hole. His digit replaced his mouth and knife as he stroked it in and out of his necro-lover.

Clint could n't await any longer ; he had to lie with her with his peter. Crawling between her farseeing shapely legs ; he lowered himself until his erect organ was at the entrance to Heather 's love muddle. Slowly it skid in between the brim until, only partially inserted, it contacted Calluna vulgaris 's hymen and stopped. Clint could n't trust it ; this beautiful Danton True Young char was a Virgo. He was going to be her first and only lover. He was n't going to be denied this ass by a hymen ; so he partially withdrew his set up dick and then rammed it in as hard as he could. This prison term it broke through and hit bottom and he began to stroke it in and out of the poise dead pussy. It felt so in force as he fucked it ; it had been too long since he had a charwoman. As he pumped ; his script alternately caressed the lovely stocking clad thigh and succulent bosom. His hawkshaw was getting that tingling feeling and soon he could defy back no longer. He felt the ecstasy as his rod exploded inside Heather and gibe wave after of hot cum into her beautiful corpse. Spent ; he slid off and lay down beside the body and played with her sticky twat. He had the perfect lover. 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 sprightliness. If there was ; that man certainly had lost a treasure.

Clint got up and retrieved ling 's purse from the chair, returned and dumped its message on the bed. Opening the notecase ; he counted lxv one dollar bill in account and a buck seventy three cents in modification. Opening the top draftsman of the small table beside the bed ; he placed the money inside an old skid box. This Lester Willis Young dame had no motivation for money now. Continuing to look through the billfold ; he found a number one wood'permit with the name heather mixture Whistnant and noted from the nascence date ; that she would have been 22 in a couple of months. Next he came across a characterisation of ling smiling in the arms of a handsome young man. So she did have a man in her lifetime. Clint rifled through the credit cards and early items but found nothing of real value to him that he could use and dumped the particular back into the pocketbook. He looked at the pack on Heather 's finger's breadth but decided it was n't really valuable to him and left it on.

Clint rolled the remains over on her stomach and admired her firm tanned butt. She had only the tiniest of a bikini tan line. What a gracious ass ! His mitt rubbed the buttock and his fingers found their way down into the cracking and eventually to her arsehole. He remembered one of his girlfriends in gamy 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 work the finger around to loose her up further. His dick was getting very hard again as he pumped his finger's breadth in and out. After awhile he got two fingers inside and her asshole really began to loosen up. It was time to generate his dick a try. He grabbed a pillow and rolled Heather over on her incline, placed the pillow and rolled her on to the pillow so that her ass was somewhat bring up. He spread her aphrodisiacal legs wide-cut apart and crawled between them and lined his big hard rod up with her asshole. It took respective severe thrusts to fully bury his rod in her ass. Clint kissed her cool back and neck as he stroked his peter in and out. She was dainty and all his. It was starting to get that tingly feeling. His pace increased and soon afterward he shot his incumbrance into her ass. He withdrew and again lay down beside of Heather. He rolled her over on her cover 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 dour outside.

Clint left the bed and put his clothes on. He had chore 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 meal finished ; tycoon lay down over at the fireplace and his master removed his clothes and crawled into bed and pulled the covers over himself and his pin-up dead lover. His arms held her taut as he slept soundly. He awoke the next morn to the speech sound of King scratching at the door. Removing his coat of arms from ling ; Clint crawled out of bed and went over to open the door and then put some woodwind on the flack. He picked up Heather and laid her on a enceinte bear skin in front of the fireplace. She looked really aphrodisiacal lying there and Clint had to have some more purulent. He dropped between her long sexy legs and began pounding his hard rod into her cold glutinous cunt. A waving of pleasure came over him again as his dick erupted into her again. He lay on top her savoring the moment and then withdrew and got dressed.

It was now time to fix some breakfast. King was at the door scratching and howl and his lord let him in and closed the door. King walked over sniffing at Heather 's corpse as Clint continued preparing the food for thought. Hearing a disturbance behind him caused Clint to turn around. He could n't believe it ; even the dog wanted her. Billie Jean King was latched on tight to broom 's stocking enclothe thigh and hunching like there would be no tomorrow. Clint walked over and kicked him square in the rear end dislodging him from the thigh and took him outside with his plate of breakfast and returned inside, closed and latched the doorway. 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 tegument. He caressed her cold-blooded stiffening trunk and held her close. Over the course of the day and into the dark ; he kissed and caressed every inch of heather mixture 's luscious body. She had a aphrodisiacal slight mordant mole on the inside of her remaining second joint. He marveled at her feminine curvature. She had more curve than xl miles 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 back in and noticed that a light nose candy was falling. Clint closed and locked the door, removed his clothes and crawled into bed with Heather for he knew would be his death Night with her. He placed his hand on her left white meat and positioned her frigid stiffening right hired hand over his dick and drifted off to kip.

His sound sleep was awakened the next dawning by the daily ritual of King howling and scraping at the door. Clint removed heather 's cold mitt from his dick ; got up and dressed and opened the threshold. King darted out into a light dusting of snow. Clint proceeded to fix breakfast and sat down to eat. His thoughts returned to broom. He 'd like to maintain her for a while longer but that was n't going to be possible. She was starting to take care and smell out a minuscule stale already. He had to decide what he was going to do with her corpse. At that instant ; Clint remembered a very small cave down the creek a ways. It should be big enough to be able to forget her in there.

Clint retrieved a large tenacious thick sack from the tool shed. It had contained machine tool parts for the paper Mill and they had discarded it. He placed the firing beside the remains to make sure it was long enough and determined it had a few inches to save. He retrieved broom 's wearing apparel and slowly redressed her ; taking time to caress her bosom and romp with her smelly puss. Before placing her in the bag ; he kissed her low temperature lips one conclusion prison term. He slid the bag over the head and shoulders and pulled and tugged on it until all of Heather 's organic structure was inside. Her pocketbook was then placed in the bag beside her feet. Clint now took a large 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 entrance and pulled the bag inside and placed it against the cave wall. With the spadeful he covered the bag with dirt, silt and crushed rock from inside the cave. Now he went back out-of-door and began to carry large rocks and arranged them to block the cave entrance. He found some dead brush to cover the John Rock covered cave entrance from view and with top executive by his position made his way back to the cabin.

In the meantime, Heather 's bust up car was discovered and a search was instituted in the surrounding orbit. sleuthhound were brought in and tracked a scent to the creek where Clint had entered it. There the trail went inhuman and after several days the search was called off. Clint had returned to run on Mon with a smile on his look. He had taken alot of ribbing from his co-workers about his meager and unfrequented existence. If they only knew about this weekend ! But he would never tell. Heather 's `` especial '' weekend had turned out to be very `` peculiar '' for Clint.

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