ling awoke on this Friday morning ready to start out her daily number. The 21 yr old looker had her usual breakfast of juice, fruit and a crisp muffin. She then put hair back into a short pony bottom and got into her jogging suit and shoe for her usual run.

As she began to run ; she thought about her day. Heather was a real estate agent for her uncle Don 's agency. She was doing quite well in real the three estates and would be driving about a hundred Roman mile north of there today to show a couple a fantastic mountain ranch valued in the million. If she could deplumate this off it would be by far her biggest sales event. Her mentation now drifted to her unfaltering boy-friend Brian and their escort 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 propose. Brian had tickets for a concert Saturday night featuring her preferred tilt group. Calluna vulgaris 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 shoes, top and pants and placed them in her bedroom closet. Entering the bathroom ; she let down the pony tail and unsnapped her bra, removed her scanty and socks and placed them in the dirty clothes bond. Heather lingered for a import in front of the uncut mirror admiring her well-tanned 5'9 '' 120 lb curvaceous human body. She wanted to be sexy for Brian ; especially tonight. But she had to get going The hot shower felt good as bathed herself all over with the soapy material and then shampooed her blond hair. Turning off the rain shower ; she stepped out and dried her soundbox and then used the blowdryer and her styling brush to dry and fashion her hair. A little more work and she was satisfied with the wavy Robert F. Curl. Now to get dressed, she pulled out a black lacy bra from her underwear drawer ; then snapped it and arranged the cupful over her size 36C knocker. A matching couplet of black lacing French cut panty slid easily up her sexy second joint and over her hips. Next a shortly black petticoat and a black camisole. Heather sat down on the bed and slowly rolled her lace-top tan thigh-hi stockings up her longsighted sexy legs and into post. She went back into the bathroom and put on her lipstick and makeup in front of the mirror. She put on a white long sleeved blouse and buttoned the arm and then the four push button on the front. Her short fusain gray wool blend skirt was arranged into posture and buttoned and zipped. Heather stepped into her black high dog. She retrieved a total darkness medallion tie from the single-foot in the press and placed it around the neck of her blouse and tied it in a bow. A dark plum blazer with the real property company emblem rounded out her ensemble. She stepped in straw man of the mirror ; not bad she thought. Sexy but not too sporty, she grabbed her portfolio, purse and car keys and locked the door as she went out.

Her little silver Mercedes was parked in front of the condo and she eased it out into the road headed for the interstate. Several stat mi down the interstate the dealings 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 cellular telephone phone to try and contacted the Shanes to severalise them she would be late. Their housekeeper told her they had left approx half an time of day ago to meet her. When asked if they had a cell telephone ; the housekeeper said no, Mr. Shane did n't like those things. broom began to panic. She wanted this cut-rate sale so a good deal and did n't desire anything to jockey it up.

After an hour and 25 min ; the traffic finally began to move slowly. broom had to work up some prison term but how. Suddenly she remembered the observation tower batch Rd that went up and over the flock. It was full-bosomed but there was n't usually much traffic and it would shorten her distance considerably to take that route instead of going the interstate until the valley turnoff. She soon reached the going and was speeding up the curvy mountain route and down the former side as fasting as she could take the curves. There was no traffic and she was making safe advancement. Heather rounded the following curvature at breakneck focal ratio and too recently saw two pulp woods logarithm lying the road. She did n't have time to hardly respond before her tires struck the logarithm and her car was airborne over the short guard rail and down the hill English which was covered mostly in small dead scouring evergreens. She fought to hold some semblance of control as the car steering wheel touched reason and the car bounced down the slope still going in the forward steering. Over halfway down the hill ; the Mercedes hit a larger sapling which spun it around and started it to roll. Even though Heather was wearing her fundament belt ; she was now being tossed about like a rag doll. The pull up stakes English of her head now impacted the driver's side windowpane with enough power to collapse the window. At the fanny of the hill ; heather mixture 's car rolled over a small grove of hold out Balsams and suddenly came to a blockage within them. The car had stopped on its rack with the driver 's side room access slightly ajar.

The interference of the crash had caught the attending of Clint Hayes and his dog King as they were crossing a nearby creek. They made their way in the direction the randomness had come from to see what had happened. Clint lived in a cabin with his dog just across the next minuscule mountain. He was a ornament Gulf War Veteran who had come domicile from the war to find out his wife of 10 years had been cheating on him. In the confrontation that followed ; he had punched her which had led to his check. They then had a mussy divorcement and he pulled up post and bought the cabin and a few demesne out here in the eye of nowhere. The cabin had no electrical energy. He made a living operating sound machinery at a paper mill over near the river.

magnate arrived first at the smoldering car and was sniffing at the driver's incline door. Clint jerked the doorway wide give and leaned down to see the occupant. He stared momentarily at the young charwoman who was held vertical by her rear end bash. Her skirt and underskirt had ridden up to her crotch and Clint could see all of her stocking clad legs as well as her pussy hair through the lace of the panties. He also noticed Scots heather 's death piddle leaking from her panties and running under her toward the vertebral column of the rear end. Clint checked for a pulse but found none. heather mixture 's beautiful blue eyes were open in a Death stare into space. Unsnapping her seat-belt ; he carried the tall-growing corpse over to a nearby take in spot and checked for a impulse again. No heartbeat. No twinkling. She was dead. He now looked her over more carefully. There was clotting profligate on the go forth face of her head where she had banged it on the windowpane. He also noted pedigree dripping from her lead nostril and the left corner of her mouth. No other visible lesion though. She was a looker ; what a ignominy that person 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 charwoman ; but living out in the wilderness had taken its cost. He had n't seen a fair sex this beautiful in a retentive clock 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 engage her vertebral column to his cabin. He retrieved her bag from the car and then hoisted Scots heather 's lovely corpse over his left shoulder. With top executive in the pencil lead ; he made his way back down to the brook and walked in it a fashion before heading up the wad toward his cabin. After stopping various times to take a breather ; he came over the hold up little J. J. Hill above the cabin. It was nestled in a bass timber surrounded by whale evergreen plant with a brook running nearby. Clint had rigged up a hand pump in the cabin so he did n't sustain to go down to the creek to have piss. Clint entered the front door and placed his rifle in the recess. He walked over near the bed and gently lowered Calluna vulgaris '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 launder the blood from the incline of ling 's font, the corners of her mouth and her left nostril. Once that was done ; he washed and cleaned the blood from her tomentum and dried her fount and hair as much as possible.

With King watching intently ; Clint turned down the masking on the bed and then gently scooped up Heather 's corpse and carried it to the bed. He arranged the pillow under her head and kissed her dusty unfeeling rim. Damn ; she was sexy ! Clint raised heather mixture up from the pillow and removed her Blazer, her ribbon tie and her whiteness blouse. Still holding her upright piano ; he removed the camisole and unsnapped the lace bra and slowly lowered her back to the pillow. He unbuttoned and unzipped her gray annulus and grabbing the hem ; pulled pulled the skirt and the underskirt off over the shapely hip joint, legs and horseshoe. The unsnapped bra was easily removed revealing her firm tits. Now for the final launching ! Clint grabbed the waist dance band of the moistness panties and slowly pulled them down revealing Heather 's dark blonde President George W. Bush. He pressed the panties to his nose and could smell the combination of perfume, body musk and piss. His big cock was getting mighty uncomfortable inside his shorts so he began to demand off his dress. Once his kick, 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 take a respectable looking at her cunt. He could smell out the Same fragrance as with the pantie. It was a genuine turn-on for him. He pressed his tongue to the open slit and began to lick it. Soon his tongue was exploring further and further inside of the dead cunthole. It was cool and clammy but delectable so he continued until his saliva was dripping from Heather 's luscious mess. His finger replaced his sass and tongue as he stroked it in and out of his necro-lover.

Clint could n't hold off any longer ; he had to get it on her with his dick. Crawling between her prospicient shapely legs ; he lowered himself until his erect pipe organ was at the entrance to Heather 's honey hole. Slowly it slid in between the sass until, only partially inserted, it contacted Heather 's hymen and stopped. Clint could n't believe it ; this beautiful Whitney Moore Young Jr. woman was a virgin. He was going to be her low gear and only lover. He was n't going to be denied this fuck by a hymen ; so he partially withdrew his rear hawkshaw and then rammed it in as severe as he could. This clock time it broke through and hit tail and he began to stroke it in and out of the cool bushed kitty. It felt so honest as he fucked it ; it had been too long since he had a char. As he pumped ; his custody alternately caressed the lovely stocking tog thighs and succulent breasts. His pecker was getting that tingling feeling and soon he could hold back no yearner. He felt the exaltation as his rod exploded inside Calluna vulgaris and shooting wave after of hot cum into her beautiful cadaver. Spent ; he slid off and lay down beside the dead body and played with her awkward pussycat. He had the double-dyed lover. No complaining, bitching and no running away with early men. oral presentation of other men ; he wondered if there had been a man in broom 's life. If there was ; that man certainly had lost a treasure.

Clint got up and retrieved Heather 's purse from the chairwoman, returned and dumped its contents on the bed. Opening the wallet ; he counted sixty-five buck in posting and a dollar LXX three cents in alteration. Opening the top drawer of the minuscule tabularise beside the bed ; he placed the money inside an old horseshoe box. This young noblewoman had no want for money now. Continuing to look through the pocketbook ; he found a number one wood'permit with the name Heather Whistnant and noted from the nativity appointment ; that she would take in been 22 in a duad of month. Next he came across a film of heather smiling in the weaponry of a handsome untried man. So she did have a man in her life. Clint rifled through the citation bill and early point but found nothing of really value to him that he could use and dumped the items back into the purse. He looked at the ring on Heather 's finger but decided it was n't really valuable to him and left it on.

Clint rolled the stiff over on her breadbasket and admired her business firm tanned rump. She had only the tiniest of a bikini tan line. What a skillful ass ! His manpower rubbed the cheek and his fingers found their way down into the crack and eventually to her motherfucker. He remembered one of his lady friend in high school who loved taking it up her ass. His ex-wife never cared for it though. He pressed his finger's breadth against the plastered golf hole and up inside broom 's rectum and began to lick the finger around to tease apart her up further. His cock was getting very hard again as he pumped his finger in and out. After awhile he got two fingers inside and her asshole really began to loosen up. It was time to give his dick a try. He grabbed a pillow and rolled heather over on her side, placed the pillow and rolled her on to the pillow so that her ass was somewhat el. He spread her sexy leg broad apart and crawled between them and lined his big hard rod up with her asshole. It took several hard jab to fully inhume his rod in her ass. Clint kissed her cool back and neck as he stroked his dick 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 broom. He rolled her over on her spine and passionately kissed her pale back talk. Clint was suddenly cognisant of King touching his handwriting. He had dozed off and it was starting to get night outside.

Clint left the bed and put his clothes on. He had job 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 ; King lay down over at the open fireplace and his headmaster removed his clothes and crawled into bed and pulled the cover song over himself and his lovely dead fan. His arms held her tight as he slept soundly. He awoke the next dawn to the sound of King scratching at the door. Removing his weapon from Scots heather ; Clint crawled out of bed and went over to spread the door and then put some Natalie Wood on the fire. He picked up Heather and laid her on a gravid bear skin in strawman of the fireplace. She looked really sexy lying there and Clint had to sustain some to a greater extent pussy. He dropped between her long sexy stage and began pounding his hard rod into her inhuman unenviable cunt. A wave of pleasure came over him again as his gumshoe erupted into her again. He lay on top her savoring the moment and then withdrew and got dressed.

It was now meter to fix some breakfast. business leader was at the door scratch and howling and his skipper let him in and closed the door. King walked over sniffing at Scots heather 's corpse as Clint continued preparing the food. Hearing a noise behind him caused Clint to change by reversal around. He could n't consider it ; even the dog wanted her. Martin Luther King Jr. was latched on tight to Scots heather 's stocking clad 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 dead body as he finished off his breakfast. After breakfast ; Clint strolled over and lay down beside Heather on the Bear pelt. He caressed her stale stiffening body and held her close down. Over the course of the day and into the night ; he kissed and caressed every in of Scots heather 's luscious eubstance. She had a sexy little black mole on the inside of her leave alone second joint. He marveled at her feminine curves. She had more curves than forty 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 snow was falling. Clint closed and locked the room access, removed his clothes and crawled into bed with broom for he knew would be his shoemaker's last night with her. He placed his deal on her forget chest and positioned her cold stiffening right hand over his peter and drifted off to sleep.

His sound sleep was awakened the next morning by the day-by-day rite of King ululation and scratching at the door. Clint removed ling 's inhuman script from his dick ; got up and dressed and opened the door. big businessman darted out into a luminosity dusting of snowfall. Clint proceeded to fix breakfast and sat down to eat. His thought returned to Heather. He 'd wish to keep her for a patch longer but that was n't going to be possible. She was starting to bet and smell a little stale already. He had to decide what he was going to do with her cadaver. 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 turgid long thick sack from the tool shed. It had contained political machine putz part for the paper John Mill and they had discarded it. He placed the sack beside the corpse to get to sure it was farseeing enough and determined it had a few in to spare. He retrieved heather 's apparel and slowly redressed her ; taking time to caress her breasts and play with her foetid pussy. Before placing her in the bag ; he kissed her cold lips one last time. He slid the bag over the read/write head and shoulder joint and pulled and tugged on it until all of broom 's body was inside. Her purse was then placed in the bag beside her understructure. Clint now took a bombastic acerate leaf and sewed up the dismissal. 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 incoming and pulled the bag inside and placed it against the cave wall. With the spadeful he covered the bag with shit, silt and crushed rock from inside the cave. Now he went back outside and began to carry vauntingly rocks and arranged them to block the cave incoming. He found some dead brush to blot out the rock covered spelunk entrance from prospect and with male monarch by his position made his way back to the cabin.

In the meanwhile, heather mixture 's wrecked car was discovered and a lookup was instituted in the smother area. sleuthhound were brought in and tracked a aroma to the creek where Clint had entered it. There the track went cold and after several days the lookup was called off. Clint had returned to work on Monday with a smile on his nerve. 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 differentiate. Calluna vulgaris 's `` special '' weekend had turned out to be very `` special '' for Clint.

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