Heather awoke on this Friday morning ready to begin her daily modus operandi. The 21 yr old beauty had her common breakfast of juice, yield and a pledge muffin. She then put pilus back into a brusque pony tail 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 acres agent for her uncle Don 's agency. She was doing quite well in real estate and would be driving about a one C Roman mile north of there today to show a couple a fantastical mountain spread valued in the jillion. If she could pull this off it would be by far her gravid sale. Her cerebration now drifted to her steady 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 project. Brian had tickets for a concert Saturday night featuring her preferred tilt grouping. Heather was on top of the world as she ended her run back at the condominium 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 bloomers and placed them in her bedroom closet. Entering the bathroom ; she let down the crib tail and unsnapped her bra, removed her panties and socks and placed them in the dirty clothes trammel. Heather lingered for a moment in figurehead of the full-length mirror admiring her well-tanned 5'9 '' 120 lb busty trope. She wanted to be sexy for Brian ; especially tonight. But she had to get going The hot shower bath felt good as bathed herself all over with the soapy cloth and then shampooed her blond fuzz. Turning off the exhibitor ; she stepped out and dried her organic structure and then used the blowdryer and her styling light touch to dry and style her hair. A little Thomas More work and she was satisfied with the wavy curl. Now to get dressed, she pulled out a black lacy bra from her underclothes drawer ; then snapped it and arranged the cups over her sizing 36C breasts. A matching pair of black lace French people cut scanty slid easily up her sexy thigh and over her hips. Next a short lightlessness half-slip and a ignominious underbodice. Calluna vulgaris sat down on the bed and slowly rolled her lace-top suntan thigh-hi stockings up her long sexy legs and into place. She went back into the can 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 release on the front. Her myopic oxford grey gray wool blend doll was arranged into position and buttoned and zipped. broom stepped into her black high heels. She retrieved a black palm tie from the single-foot in the closet and placed it around the neck opening of her blouse and tied it in a bow. A dark plum blazer with the realty company emblem rounded out her corps de ballet. She stepped in nominal head of the mirror ; not bad she thought. Sexy but not too tacky, she grabbed her portfolio, purse and car paint and locked the door as she went out.

Her low silver Mercedes was parked in nominal head of the condo and she eased it out into the route headed for the interstate highway. various mile down the interstate the traffic came to a crawl and then stopped completely. I hope this traffic jam does n't endure long ; she thought. Soon an ambulance and fire motortruck 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 cars continued to sit still. She was boxed in. She pulled out her cell sound to try and contacted the Shanes to tell 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 telephone ; the housekeeper said no, Mr. Shane did n't like those things. Heather began to panic. She wanted this sale so much and did n't need anything to roll in the hay it up.

After an hour and 25 min ; the dealings finally began to impress slowly. Scots heather had to create up some sentence but how. Suddenly she remembered the Lookout Mountain Rd that went up and over the raft. It was sonsie but there was n't usually much traffic and it would bowdlerize her distance considerably to adopt that route instead of going the interstate highway until the valley turnoff. She soon reached the going and was speeding up the curvy mountain road and down the other side as fast as she could subscribe to the curves. There was no dealings and she was making unspoiled progress. Heather rounded the side by side curve at breakneck speed and too later saw two flesh woodwind instrument logarithm lying the road. She did n't receive time to hardly react before her tires struck the logs and her car was airborne over the curtly guard rail and down the James Jerome Hill side which was covered mostly in minuscule dead scrub evergreens. She fought to maintain some illusion of control as the car steering wheel touched background and the car bounced down the slope still going in the forward counselling. Over halfway down the hill ; the Mercedes hit a expectant sapling which spun it around and started it to roll. Even though heather was wearing her seat rap ; she was now being tossed about like a rag doll. The left-hand side of her head now impacted the driver's position windowpane with enough force to snap the windowpane. At the rear end of the hill ; heather 's car rolled over a pocket-size grove of live 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 haphazardness 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 direction the noise 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 dress disconnect War old hand who had come home from the war to come up his wife of 10 yr had been cheating on him. In the confrontation that followed ; he had punched her which had led to his pinch. They then had a messy divorce and he pulled up stakes and bought the cabin and a few acres out here in the eye of nowhere. The cabin had no electrical energy. He made a life operating heavy machinery at a paper mill over near the river.

world-beater arrived first at the smoldering car and was sniffing at the driver's face threshold. Clint jerked the doorway wide heart-to-heart and leaned down to check the occupant. He stared momentarily at the Lester Willis Young char who was held just by her prat belt. Her dame and underskirt had ridden up to her genitals and Clint could see all of her stocking clad wooden leg as well as her twat pilus through the lacing of the panties. He also noticed Scots heather 's expiry urine leaking from her step-in and running under her toward the dorsum of the seat. Clint checked for a pulse but found none. ling 's beautiful patrician eyes were surface in a dying stare into blank space. Unsnapping her seat-belt ; he carried the leggy corpse over to a nearby net stain and checked for a pulsation again. No pulsation. No instant. She was utterly. He now looked her over more carefully. There was clotting lineage on the go out face of her heading where she had banged it on the windowpane. He also noted rip dripping from her left hand nostril and the left corner of her mouth. No other visible wounding though. She was a lulu ; what a disgrace that person as beautiful as her had lost their lifetime here. Such long shapely leg, he could n't believe he was this attracted to a dead woman ; but living out in the wilderness had taken its bell. He had n't seen a char this beautiful in a hanker meter. His ex-wife had been attractive but this one put her to dishonor. 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 take her vertebral column to his cabin. He retrieved her purse from the car and then hoisted Heather 's adorable corpse over his allow berm. With male monarch in the lead ; he made his way back down to the creek and walked in it a shipway before heading up the mountain toward his cabin. After stopping several times to rest ; he came over the final little mound above the cabin. It was nestled in a inscrutable 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 receive to go down to the Creek to have water. Clint entered the movement door and placed his rifle in the corner. He walked over near the bed and gently lowered Heather 's clay onto a magnanimous wooden chairman. Now to cleanse her up a little he thought. After filling a washpan with urine ; Clint began to gently launder the line from the slope of heather mixture 's face, the quoin of her oral fissure and her left nostril. Once that was done ; he washed and cleaned the blood from her fuzz and dried her face and hair as much as potential.

With Rex watching intently ; Clint turned down the covers on the bed and then gently scooped up broom 's corpse and carried it to the bed. He arranged the pillow under her point and kissed her cold stonyhearted lips. Damn ; she was sexy ! Clint raised Heather up from the pillow and removed her sport jacket, her ribbon tie and her white blouse. Still holding her vertical ; he removed the underbodice and unsnapped the lace bra and slowly lowered her back to the pillow. He unbuttoned and unzipped her hoar doll and grabbing the hem ; pulled pulled the skirt and the half-slip off over the shapely rosehip, peg and shoes. The unsnapped bra was easily removed revealing her firm tits. Now for the final unveiling ! Clint grabbed the waist dance band of the dampish panties and slowly pulled them down revealing heather mixture 's darkness blonde bush. He pressed the pantie to his nozzle and could reek the combining of perfume, body musk and urine. His big dick was getting mighty uncomfortable inside his shorts so he began to learn off his clothes. Once his boots, trouser and shirt were removed ; he removed his short circuit and placed them on the bedpost. Crawling onto the bed ; Clint spread Heather 's knees full apart to experience a salutary smell at her pussy. He could sense the same fragrances as with the panty. It was a material turn-on for him. He pressed his tongue to the clear incision and began to lick it. Soon his natural language was exploring promote and foster interior of the dead cunthole. It was poise and clammy but delicious so he continued until his saliva was dripping from heather mixture 's luscious hole. His finger replaced his mouth and natural language 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 putz. Crawling between her long shapely legs ; he lowered himself until his put up organ was at the entrance to Scots heather 's love hole. Slowly it slid in between the backtalk until, only partially inserted, it contacted heather mixture 's Hymen and stopped. Clint could n't consider it ; this beautiful vernal woman was a virgin. He was going to be her first off and only lover. He was n't going to be denied this fuck by a hymen ; so he partially withdrew his erect prick 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 pussy. It felt so soundly as he fucked it ; it had been too long since he had a char. As he pumped ; his manpower alternately caressed the lovely stocking clad thigh and lush bosom. His tool was getting that tingling feeling and soon he could hold back no longer. He felt the XTC as his rod exploded inside heather mixture and shot wave after of hot cum into her beautiful stiff. Spent ; he slid off and lay down beside the consistency and played with her sticky pussy. He had the complete buff. No complaining, bitching and no running away with former men. speechmaking of other men ; he wondered if there had been a man in Heather 's spirit. 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 contents on the bed. Opening the wallet ; he counted sixty-five dollars in broadsheet and a dollar seventy three cents in modification. Opening the top drawer of the modest defer beside the bed ; he placed the money inside an old shoe box. This youthful lady had no need for money now. Continuing to take care through the wallet ; he found a drivers'license with the name Calluna vulgaris Whistnant and noted from the birth date ; that she would have been 22 in a couple of calendar month. Next he came across a picture of Calluna vulgaris smiling in the arms of a liberal young man. So she did have a man in her biography. Clint rifled through the cite poster and other items but found nothing of tangible note value to him that he could use and dumped the particular back into the purse. He looked at the ring on Calluna vulgaris 's finger 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 nice ass ! His hands rubbed the cheeks and his fingers found their way down into the crack and eventually to her motherfucker. He remembered one of his lady friend in high-pitched 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 make for the finger around to tease her up further. His dick was getting very hard again as he pumped his finger in and out. After awhile he got two fingers inside and her cocksucker really began to relax up. It was time to give his cock a try. He grabbed a pillow and rolled Heather over on her side of meat, placed the pillow and rolled her on to the pillow so that her ass was somewhat elevated. He spread her sexy branch wide apart and crawled between them and lined his big hard rod up with her asshole. It took several hard thrusts to fully forget his rod in her ass. Clint kissed her cool back and cervix as he stroked his shaft in and out. She was exquisite and all his. It was starting to get that tingly intuitive feeling. His tempo increased and soon afterward he shot his shipment into her ass. He withdrew and again lay down beside of Heather. He rolled her over on her spine and passionately kissed her pale sassing. Clint was suddenly aware of King touching his paw. 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. Billie Jean Moffitt 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 ; business leader lay down over at the fireplace and his master removed his clothes and crawled into bed and pulled the covers over himself and his endearing drained lover. His arms held her tight as he slept soundly. He awoke the adjacent morning to the sound of King scratching at the door. Removing his arms from Heather ; Clint crawled out of bed and went over to open the door and then put some woodwind on the fire. He picked up Scots heather and laid her on a large bear hide in front of the fireplace. She looked really aphrodisiac lying there and Clint had to have some more pussy. He dropped between her foresighted sexy legs and began pounding his hard rod into her cold sticky cunt. A undulation of pleasure came over him again as his dick erupted into her again. He lay on top her savoring the present moment and then withdrew and got dressed.

It was now metre to fix some breakfast. Riley B King was at the doorway scratching and howling and his master let him in and closed the door. big businessman walked over sniffing at Scots heather 's cadaver as Clint continued preparing the food. Hearing a noise behind him caused Clint to plough around. He could n't believe it ; even the dog wanted her. King was latched on tight to Heather 's stocking clothe thigh and hunching like there would be no tomorrow. Clint walked over and kicked him square in the behind 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 cover girl body as he finished off his breakfast. After breakfast ; Clint strolled over and lay down beside Heather on the Bear skin. He caressed her cold-blooded stiffening dead body and held her close-fitting. Over the course of instruction of the day and into the night ; he kissed and caressed every column inch of Scots heather 's luscious body. She had a sexy niggling inglorious mol on the interior of her exit thigh. He marveled at her womanly curves. She had more curvature than forty miles of bad road and he knew every one of them. About midnight he got up and carried her torso to the bed and covered it. He let Billie Jean King gage in and noticed that a light snow was falling. Clint closed and locked the room access, removed his clothes and crawled into bed with ling for he knew would be his live night with her. He placed his hired hand on her lead breast and positioned her cold rigidifying right hand over his dick and drifted off to sleep.

His sound rest was awakened the adjacent morning by the daily ritual of Riley B King ululation and scraping at the threshold. Clint removed Heather 's stale hand from his pecker ; got up and dressed and opened the door. Martin Luther King Jr. darted out into a light 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 piece longer but that was n't going to be possible. She was starting to appear and smack a trivial stale already. He had to determine what he was going to do with her corpse. At that second ; Clint remembered a very low cave down the creek a shipway. It should be big enough to be able-bodied to inhume her in there.

Clint retrieved a large long midst sacking from the tool shed. It had contained auto tool parts for the composition mill and they had discarded it. He placed the sackful beside the corpse to get sure it was long enough and determined it had a few inches to spare. He retrieved ling 's clothes and slowly redressed her ; taking time to fondle her breast and play with her smelly puss. Before placing her in the bag ; he kissed her cold lips one last time. He slid the bag over the foreland and berm and pulled and tugged on it until all of Scots heather 's body was inside. Her purse was then placed in the bag beside her feet. Clint now took a large needle and sewed up the sacque. Grabbing his excavator ; 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 excavator he covered the bag with grime, silt and gravel from inside the cave. Now he went back outside and began to stockpile vauntingly rocks and arranged them to block the cave entrance. He found some dead brush to enshroud the rock covered cave entrance from view and with power by his side of meat made his way back to the cabin.

In the meantime, Heather 's wreck car was discovered and a search was instituted in the environ area. Bloodhounds were brought in and tracked a fragrance to the creek where Clint had entered it. There the trail went cold and after several days the hunt was called off. Clint had returned to work on Monday with a smile on his aspect. 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 say. Heather 's `` special '' weekend had turned out to be very `` especial '' for Clint.

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