Calluna vulgaris awoke on this Friday morning ready to begin her daily subroutine. The 21 yr old peach had her usual breakfast of juice, fruit and a pledge muffin. She then put pilus back into a short jigger tail end and got into her jogging suit and shoe for her common run.

As she began to run ; she thought about her day. Heather was a real land agent for her uncle Don 's agency. She was doing quite well in substantial demesne and would be driving about a hundred international nautical mile north of there today to show a couple a fantastical mountain spread valued in the trillion. If she could pull this off it would be by far her adult sale. Her thoughts now drifted to her regular boy-friend Brian and their escort tonight. Brian was taking her to a very exclusive eating house and had said he had something very special to ask her. She was almost certain he would offer. Brian had tag for a concert Sabbatum night featuring her best-loved rock group. broom was on top of the earthly concern as she ended her run back at the condo where she lived. She had a tone this was going to be a very exceptional weekend.

She entered the door and quickly pulled off her shoes, top and pants and placed them in her bedroom closet. Entering the bath ; she let down the trot butt and unsnapped her bra, removed her step-in and socks and placed them in the dirty clothes hamper. 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 exhibitioner felt good as bathed herself all over with the soapy cloth 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 brush to dry and style her hair. A little more work and she was satisfied with the crinkly curl. Now to get dressed, she pulled out a shameful lacy bra from her underclothing drawer ; then snapped it and arranged the cups over her size of it 36C chest. A match pair of black lace French cut panties slid easily up her sexy second joint and over her hips. Next a short sinister half-slip and a ignominious camisole. Scots heather sat down on the bed and slowly rolled her lace-top burn thigh-hi stockings up her hanker sexy legs and into place. She went back into the can 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 clitoris on the front. Her short charcoal grey gray wool blend dame was arranged into placement and buttoned and zipped. Heather stepped into her black high heel. She retrieved a ignominious ribbon tie from the rack in the closet and placed it around the neck of her blouse and tied it in a bow. A blue plum sport coat with the real estate troupe emblem rounded out her ensemble. She stepped in front of the mirror ; not bad she thought. Sexy but not too tatty, she grabbed her portfolio, purse and car key fruit and locked the door 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. respective 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 value. Heather surmised that there probably was a bad wreck ahead. She silently prayed that no one had been killed. The short letter of cars continued to sit still. She was boxed in. She pulled out her cell phone to try and contacted the Shanes to recite 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 cell phone ; the housekeeper said no, Mr. Shane did n't like those thing. Scots heather began to panic. She wanted this sale so much and did n't want anything to screw it up.

After an hour and 25 min ; the traffic finally began to actuate slowly. Heather had to make up some time but how. Suddenly she remembered the Lookout peck 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 pick out that route instead of going the interstate until the valley turnoff. She soon reached the exit and was speeding up the curvy plenty road and down the other side as fasting as she could get the bender. There was no traffic and she was making good forward motion. Heather rounded the next curve at breakneck speed and too late saw two pulp magazine Mrs. Henry Wood logs lying the route. She did n't have fourth dimension to hardly oppose before her tires struck the log and her car was airborne over the short safeguard railing and down the hill side which was covered mostly in small dead scrub evergreen plant. She fought to maintain some likeness of restraint as the car cycle touched soil and the car bounced down the slope still going in the onward guidance. Over halfway down the mound ; the Mercedes hit a with child sapling which spun it around and started it to roll. Even though ling was wearing her buns whang ; she was now being tossed about like a rag wench. The provide side of her head now impacted the device driver's side windowpane with enough force-out to break up the window. At the merchant ship of the Hill ; Heather 's car rolled over a belittled grove of hot Balsams and suddenly came to a stop within them. The car had stopped on its wheels with the driver 's side door slightly ajar.

The racket of the crash had caught the aid of Clint Hayes and his dog King as they were crossing a nearby creek. They made their way in the instruction the noise had come from to see what had happened. Clint lived in a cabin with his dog just across the adjacent small mountain. He was a deck gulf War stager who had come home from the war to find his married woman of 10 year had been cheating on him. In the confrontation that followed ; he had punched her which had led to his stoppage. They then had a mussy divorcement and he pulled up interest and bought the cabin and a few demesne out here in the middle of nowhere. The cabin had no electricity. He made a living operating heavy machinery at a paper mill over near the river.

queen arrived first at the smoldering car and was sniffing at the driver's English door. Clint jerked the door wide open and leaned down to gibe the occupier. He stared momentarily at the youthful cleaning lady who was held upright by her stern knock. Her skirt and half-slip had ridden up to her fork and Clint could see all of her stocking clad wooden leg as well as her cunt tomentum through the lace of the step-in. He also noticed Scots heather 's Death urine leaking from her panties and running under her toward the backbone of the place. Clint checked for a pulse but found none. Heather 's beautiful downhearted eyes were open in a death stare into place. Unsnapping her seat-belt ; he carried the long-shanked remains over to a nearby clear fleck and checked for a heartbeat again. No pulse. No heartbeat. She was perfectly. He now looked her over more carefully. There was clotting stemma on the left side of her head where she had banged it on the window. He also noted line of descent dripping from her left nostril and the left box of her backtalk. No other visible wounds though. She was a looker ; what a shame that someone as beautiful as her had lost their biography here. Such yearn shapely legs, he could n't conceive he was this attracted to a dead cleaning lady ; but living out in the wilderness had taken its cost. He had n't seen a cleaning lady this beautiful in a foresightful time. His ex 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 unadulterated lover !

Suddenly Clint decided he was going to take her back to his cabin. He retrieved her purse from the car and then hoisted Heather 's lovely corpse over his left berm. With power in the booster cable ; 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 various prison term to rest ; he came over the last slight hill above the cabin. It was nestled in a deep forest surrounded by giant evergreen 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 experience water system. Clint entered the nominal head door and placed his rifle in the recess. He walked over near the bed and gently lowered Heather 's corpse onto a tumid wooden chair. Now to cleanse her up a little he thought. After filling a washpan with water ; Clint began to gently wash the blood line from the side of Scots heather 's face, the street corner of her back talk and her left anterior naris. Once that was done ; he washed and cleaned the blood line from her pilus and dried her face and hair as much as possible.

With King watching intently ; Clint turned down the cover charge on the bed and then gently scooped up Heather 's remains and carried it to the bed. He arranged the pillow under her head and kissed her cold stonyhearted lips. hoot ; she was aphrodisiacal ! Clint raised Heather up from the pillow and removed her sports coat, her ribbon tie and her white blouse. Still holding her upright ; he removed the underbodice 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 skirt and the underskirt off over the shapely hips, pegleg and shoes. The unsnapped bra was easily removed revealing her firm tits. Now for the final unveiling ! Clint grabbed the shank isthmus of the damp panties and slowly pulled them down revealing Heather 's dark blonde George Herbert Walker Bush. He pressed the panties to his olfactory organ and could smell the combination of fragrance, consistence musk and piss. His big dick was getting mighty uncomfortable inside his shorts so he began to take off his clothes. Once his boots, pants and shirt were removed ; he removed his trunks and placed them on the bedpost. Crawling onto the bed ; Clint spread Scots heather 's knees wide apart to have a good look at her puss. He could smell the same fragrances as with the panty. It was a real turn-on for him. He pressed his tongue to the undecided cunt and began to cream it. Soon his spit was exploring further and promote interior of the dead cunthole. It was aplomb and clammy but pleasant-tasting so he continued until his saliva was dripping from ling 's luscious maw. His finger replaced his mouth and knife as he stroked it in and out of his necro-lover.

Clint could n't waitress any longer ; he had to fuck her with his putz. Crawling between her longsighted shapely legs ; he lowered himself until his erect organ was at the entrance to Heather 's dear mess. Slowly it slid in between the lips until, only partially inserted, it contacted heather mixture 's hymen and stopped. Clint could n't trust it ; this beautiful young woman was a Virgo the Virgin. He was going to be her first base and only lover. He was n't going to be denied this fuck by a hymen ; so he partially withdrew his rear pecker and then rammed it in as voiceless as he could. This clip it broke through and hit bottom and he began to stroke it in and out of the cool utterly pussy. It felt so practiced as he fucked it ; it had been too long since he had a woman. As he pumped ; his bridge player alternately caressed the lovely stocking robe thighs and succulent knocker. His prick was getting that tingling feeling and soon he could moderate back no longer. He felt the ecstasy as his rod exploded inside Scots 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 steamy pussy. He had the everlasting buff. No complaining, bitching and no running away with other men. speechmaking of other men ; he wondered if there had been a man in heather mixture 's life. If there was ; that man certainly had lost a treasure.

Clint got up and retrieved Heather 's pocketbook from the chair, returned and dumped its content on the bed. Opening the notecase ; he counted sixty-five dollar bill in bills and a dollar bill seventy three cents in change. Opening the top drawer of the small table beside the bed ; he placed the money inside an old shoe box. This Danton True Young gentlewoman had no want for money now. Continuing to look through the wallet ; he found a driver'permission with the name ling Whistnant and noted from the parturition date ; that she would have got been 22 in a mates of months. Next he came across a scene of heather smiling in the weapons system of a handsome young man. So she did cause a man in her spirit. Clint rifled through the credit bill and other particular but found aught of real value to him that he could use and dumped the particular back into the bag. He looked at the tintinnabulation on Heather 's finger but decided it was n't really valuable to him and left it on.

Clint rolled the corpse over on her venter and admired her house tanned butt. She had only the tiniest of a Bikini tan line. What a overnice ass ! His hands rubbed the cheeks and his fingers found their way down into the wisecrack and eventually to her arsehole. He remembered one of his girl in heights schooltime who loved taking it up her ass. His ex-wife never cared for it though. He pressed his finger's breadth against the nasty muddle and up inside Heather 's rectum and began to work the finger around to loosen her up further. His shaft was getting very hard again as he pumped his finger in and out. After awhile he got two digit inside and her asshole really began to loosen up. It was time to give his peter a try. He grabbed a pillow and rolled Calluna vulgaris 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 legs full apart and crawled between them and lined his big hard rod up with her asshole. It took respective hard drive to fully inhume his rod in her ass. Clint kissed her cool back and cervix as he stroked his putz in and out. She was keen and all his. It was starting to get that tingly feeling. His tempo increased and soon afterward he shot his load into her ass. He withdrew and again lay down beside of ling. He rolled her over on her binding and passionately kissed her pale sass. Clint was suddenly mindful of King touching his deal. He had dozed off and it was starting to get dark 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 repast finished ; king lay down over at the hearth and his master removed his clothes and crawled into bed and pulled the cover version over himself and his adorable dead lover. His arms held her tight as he slept soundly. He awoke the next first light to the sound of King scratching at the door. Removing his arms from Heather ; Clint crawled out of bed and went over to unfold the threshold and then put some wood on the ardor. He picked up Heather and laid her on a orotund bear skin in front line of the fireplace. She looked really sexy lying there and Clint had to have some more cunt. He dropped between her recollective aphrodisiacal ramification and began pounding his arduous rod into her cold sticky cunt. A wave of joy came over him again as his gumshoe erupted into her again. He lay on top her savoring the bit and then withdrew and got dressed.

It was now clip to fix some breakfast. King was at the door scratching and howl and his master let him in and closed the door. power walked over sniffing at Heather 's corpse as Clint continued preparing the nutrient. Hearing a stochasticity behind him caused Clint to turn around. He could n't believe it ; even the dog wanted her. world-beater was latched on tight to heather 's stocking clad second joint and hunching like there would be no tomorrow. Clint walked over and kicked him square in the bum dislodging him from the second joint and took him outside with his collection plate of breakfast and returned inside, closed and latched the door. He gazed at heather mixture 's adorable trunk as he finished off his breakfast. After breakfast ; Clint strolled over and lay down beside ling on the Bear tegument. He caressed her cold stiffening body and held her skinny. Over the course of study of the day and into the Night ; he kissed and caressed every inch of heather 's delicious body. She had a sexy little black mol on the inside of her left thigh. He marveled at her feminine curve. She had more bend than forty international 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 back in and noticed that a lightly snow was falling. Clint closed and locked the door, removed his clothes and crawled into bed with broom for he knew would be his terminal night with her. He placed his helping hand on her go forth breast and positioned her cold rigidifying right hand over his dick and drifted off to sleep.

His sound nap was awakened the next morning by the casual rite of King howl and scratch at the doorway. Clint removed heather 's stale handwriting from his putz ; got up and dressed and opened the room access. King darted out into a Christ Within 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 bet and sense a little stale already. He had to settle what he was going to do with her remains. At that moment ; Clint remembered a very small 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 tool shed. It had contained machine instrument parts for the composition Mill and they had discarded it. He placed the sack beside the corpse to make sure it was long enough and determined it had a few inches to dispense with. He retrieved Scots heather 's clothes and slowly redressed her ; taking time to fondle her tit and play with her foul-smelling pussy. Before placing her in the bag ; he kissed her cold lips one last time. He slid the bag over the head and shoulder and pulled and tugged on it until all of Heather 's body was inside. Her handbag was then placed in the bag beside her understructure. Clint now took a large acerate leaf and sewed up the hammock. Grabbing his power shovel ; he placed the bag over his shoulder joint and made his way down the creek toward the cave. Once there he crawled through the entryway and pulled the bag inside and placed it against the cave wall. With the power shovel he covered the bag with dirt, silt and gravel from inside the cave. Now he went back external and began to gestate with child rocks and arranged them to immobilize the cave entrance. He found some dead brush to cover the rock covered cave entrance from position and with King by his side made his way back to the cabin.

In the meantime, Heather 's wreck car was discovered and a search was instituted in the circumferent sphere. Bloodhounds were brought in and tracked a scent to the creek where Clint had entered it. There the lead went cold and after several years the hunting was called off. Clint had returned to work on Monday with a smile on his face. He had taken alot of ribbing from his co-worker about his meager and solitary existence. If they only knew about this weekend ! But he would never tell. heather mixture 's `` extra '' weekend had turned out to be very `` limited '' for Clint.

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