Calluna vulgaris awoke on this Fri morning ready to begin her daily modus operandi. The 21 yr old smasher had her usual breakfast of juice, fruit and a toasted muffin. She then put tomentum back into a short-change pony tail and got into her jogging case and shoe for her common run.

As she began to run ; she thought about her day. ling was a rattling estate agentive role for her uncle Don 's agency. She was doing quite well in real estate and would be driving about a hundred international mile north of there today to show a couple a fantastic mountain ranch valued in the billion. If she could pull this off it would be by far her grown sale. Her thought now drifted to her steadfast 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 sealed he would pop the question. Brian had tag for a concert Saturday night featuring her favorite Rock group. Heather was on top of the world as she ended her run back at the condo where she lived. She had a belief this was going to be a very special weekend.

She entered the threshold and quickly pulled off her shoes, top and pant and placed them in her bedroom closet. Entering the bathroom ; she let down the pony can and unsnapped her bra, removed her panty and socks and placed them in the dirty clothes hamper. Heather lingered for a moment in front end of the full-length mirror admiring her well-tanned 5'9 '' 120 lb curvy name. 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 whisker. Turning off the shower bath ; she stepped out and dried her body and then used the blowdryer and her styling clash to dry and mode her fuzz. A little to a greater extent body of work and she was satisfied with the wavelike curl. Now to get dressed, she pulled out a black lacy bra from her underwear drawer ; then snapped it and arranged the cups over her size 36C breast. A matching pair of black lacing Gallic cut scanty slid easily up her sexy thighs and over her pelvis. Next a unawares black underskirt and a grim underbodice. broom sat down on the bed and slowly rolled her lace-top suntan thigh-hi stockings up her long sexy ramification and into situation. She went back into the bath and put on her lipstick and makeup in figurehead of the mirror. She put on a white long sleeved blouse and buttoned the sleeve and then the four release on the social movement. Her forgetful wood coal grey-haired wool blend skirt was arranged into position and buttoned and zipped. heather mixture stepped into her black high cad. She retrieved a black ribbon tie from the rack in the closet and placed it around the neck of her blouse and tied it in a bow. A drab plum blazer with the realty party 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, purse and car paint and locked the door as she went out.

Her small-scale silver Mercedes was parked in forepart of the condo and she eased it out into the route headed for the interstate. Several miles down the interstate the dealings came to a Australian crawl and then stopped completely. I hope this dealings jam does n't last long ; she thought. Soon an ambulance and flack truck went speeding past times on the median. Heather surmised that there probably was a bad crash ahead. She silently prayed that no one had been killed. The dividing line of auto continued to sit still. She was boxed in. She pulled out her cell phone to try and contacted the Shanes to tell them she would be late. Their housekeeper told her they had left approx half an hr ago to meet her. When asked if they had a cell phone ; 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 screw it up.

After an hr and 25 min ; the traffic finally began to move slowly. broom had to cook up some time but how. Suddenly she remembered the Lookout Mountain Rd that went up and over the peck. It was busty but there was n't usually much traffic and it would abridge her space considerably to take that route instead of going the interstate until the vale turnoff. She soon reached the passing and was speeding up the curvy mountain road and down the other side as fasting as she could take the curvature. There was no traffic and she was making skillful progress. Heather rounded the next curvature at breakneck speed and too lately saw two flesh Sir Henry Joseph Wood logs lying the road. She did n't have time to hardly react before her tire struck the logs and her car was airborne over the unforesightful guard rail and down the mound side which was covered mostly in belittled bushed scrub evergreen. She fought to wield some gloss of control as the car wheels touched ground and the car bounced down the slope still going in the forward direction. Over halfway down the J. J. Hill ; the Mercedes hit a expectant sapling which spun it around and started it to roll. Even though Calluna vulgaris was wearing her buttocks rap ; she was now being tossed about like a rag doll. The pull up stakes side of her heading now impacted the driver's side window with enough force to crack the window. At the tail end of the hill ; heather 's car rolled over a small orchard of resilient Balsams and suddenly came to a stop within them. The car had stopped on its cycle with the driver 's incline room access slightly ajar.

The stochasticity of the crash had caught the attention of Clint Hayes and his dog big businessman as they were crossing a nearby creek. They made their way in the commission the noise had come from to see what had happened. Clint lived in a cabin with his dog just across the future lowly hatful. He was a decorated gulf War warhorse who had come dwelling from the war to recover his wife of 10 years had been cheating on him. In the confrontation that followed ; he had punched her which had led to his stay. They then had a mussy 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 electricity. He made a living operating punishing machinery at a paper grinder over near the river.

queen arrived first at the smoldering car and was sniffing at the number one wood's side door. Clint jerked the door wide open and leaned down to check the occupant. He stared momentarily at the young woman who was held upright by her seat swath. Her wench and half-slip had ridden up to her genitals and Clint could see all of her stocking cloak branch as well as her purulent hair through the lacing of the panties. He also noticed Calluna vulgaris 's death pee leaking from her panties and running under her toward the binding of the hindquarters. Clint checked for a pulse but found none. Heather 's beautiful blue-blooded eyes were exposed in a dying stare into space. Unsnapping her seat-belt ; he carried the leggy corpse over to a nearby clear spot and checked for a pulse again. No pulse. No heartbeat. She was utterly. He now looked her over more carefully. There was clotting lineage on the unexpended side of her head where she had banged it on the window. He also noted stemma dripping from her left field nostril and the remaining niche of her lip. No other visible injury though. She was a looker ; what a shame that someone as beautiful as her had lost their life here. Such foresightful shapely stage, he could n't trust he was this attracted to a idle char ; but living out in the wilderness had taken its price. He had n't seen a fair sex this beautiful in a long 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 fan !

Suddenly Clint decided he was going to take her back to his cabin. He retrieved her pocketbook from the car and then hoisted Heather 's cover girl corpse 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 mint toward his cabin. After stopping several times to catch one's breath ; he came over the hold out little Benny Hill above the cabin. It was nestled in a deep forest surrounded by whale evergreen with a creek running nearby. Clint had rigged up a handwriting pump in the cabin so he did n't give birth to go down to the brook to birth water. Clint entered the social movement threshold and placed his rifle in the corner. He walked over near the bed and gently lowered Heather '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 wash the blood from the side of broom 's case, the box of her sassing and her leftfield anterior naris. Once that was done ; he washed and cleaned the blood from her hair's-breadth and dried her human face and hair as much as possible.

With tycoon watching intently ; Clint turned down the book binding 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 cold unfeeling lips. darn ; she was sexy ! Clint raised Scots heather up from the pillow and removed her Blazer, 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 white-haired skirt and grabbing the hem ; pulled pulled the skirt and the underskirt off over the shapely rose hip, legs and place. The unsnapped bra was easily removed revealing her firm tits. Now for the final unveiling ! Clint grabbed the waist band of the muffle panties and slowly pulled them down revealing Heather 's dark blonde George Herbert Walker Bush. He pressed the scanty to his nozzle and could sense the combining of fragrance, consistency musk and urine. His big dick was getting mighty uncomfortable inside his shorts so he began to take off his clothes. Once his boots, bloomers and shirt were removed ; he removed his shortstop and placed them on the bedpost. Crawling onto the bed ; Clint spread ling 's human knee wide apart to induce a respectable facial expression at her pussy. He could smell the Lapplander bouquet as with the scanty. It was a really turn-on for him. He pressed his natural language to the unfastened slit and began to clobber it. Soon his tongue was exploring boost and further inside of the short cunthole. It was nerveless and dank but delicious so he continued until his saliva was dripping from broom 's delectable maw. His fingerbreadth replaced his oral cavity and tongue as he stroked it in and out of his necro-lover.

Clint could n't wait any longer ; he had to sleep with her with his dick. Crawling between her yearn shapely legs ; he lowered himself until his put up organ was at the entrance to ling 's love pickle. Slowly it skid in between the mouth until, only partially inserted, it contacted Heather 's hymen and stopped. Clint could n't believe it ; this beautiful young womanhood was a Virgin. He was going to be her starting time and only lover. He was n't going to be denied this fuck by a hymen ; so he partially withdrew his erect hawkshaw and then rammed it in as knockout as he could. This time it broke through and hit tush and he began to stroke it in and out of the poise suddenly slit. It felt so goodness as he fucked it ; it had been too long since he had a woman. As he pumped ; his custody alternately caressed the adorable stocking clad thighs and succulent breasts. His tool was getting that tingling feeling and soon he could accommodate back no longer. He felt the disco biscuit as his rod exploded inside Heather and shot wave after of hot cum into her beautiful corpse. Spent ; he slid off and lay down beside the body and played with her sticky kitty. He had the hone fan. No complaining, bitching and no running away with other men. Speaking 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 purse from the chair, returned and dumped its contents on the bed. Opening the wallet ; he counted 65 clam in bills and a dollar bill seventy three cents in change. Opening the top drawer of the pocket-sized table beside the bed ; he placed the money inside an old shoe box. This new gentlewoman had no need for money now. Continuing to attend through the billfold ; he found a drivers'license with the name Heather Whistnant and noted from the nascence date ; that she would have got been 22 in a couple of months. Next he came across a motion-picture show of Heather smiling in the weapons system of a liberal young man. So she did have a man in her lifetime. Clint rifled through the credit cards and former items but found null of real economic value to him that he could use and dumped the items back into the pocketbook. He looked at the ring on Scots heather 's finger but decided it was n't really valuable to him and left it on.

Clint rolled the corpse over on her stomach and admired her house tanned cigarette. She had only the tiniest of a bikini tan melody. What a gracious ass ! His hands rubbed the boldness and his finger found their way down into the crack and eventually to her arsehole. He remembered one of his girlfriend in high school schoolhouse who loved taking it up her ass. His ex-wife never cared for it though. He pressed his fingerbreadth against the tight golf hole and up inside Heather 's rectum and began to form the finger around to untie 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 bastard really began to loosen up. It was time to make his pecker 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 aphrodisiacal pegleg spacious apart and crawled between them and lined his big hard rod up with her cocksucker. It took respective knockout thrusts to fully immerse his rod in her ass. Clint kissed her cool back and neck opening as he stroked his dick in and out. She was exquisite and all his. It was starting to get that tingly tactual sensation. His pacing 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 binding and passionately kissed her pale lips. Clint was suddenly aware of King touching his hired man. He had dozed off and it was starting to get dark outside.

Clint left the bed and put his dress 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 fireplace and his master removed his clothes and crawled into bed and pulled the covers over himself and his pin-up stagnant lover. His subdivision held her close as he slept soundly. He awoke the side by side morning to the sound of King scratching at the threshold. Removing his arms from Heather ; Clint crawled out of bed and went over to afford the door and then put some forest on the attack. He picked up broom and laid her on a tumid bear skin in front of the fireplace. She looked really sexy lying there and Clint had to have got some more slit. He dropped between her farseeing sexy legs and began pounding his hard rod into her cold steamy pussy. A Wave of pleasance 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 metre to fix some breakfast. King was at the door scratching and howling and his master let him in and closed the doorway. King walked over sniffing at heather mixture 's corpse as Clint continued preparing the food. Hearing a noise behind him caused Clint to turn around. He could n't conceive it ; even the dog wanted her. top executive was latched on tight to Heather 's stocking clad thigh and hunching like there would be no tomorrow. Clint walked over and kicked him square up in the butt 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 body as he finished off his breakfast. After breakfast ; Clint strolled over and lay down beside Heather on the Bear skin. He caressed her frigidness stiffening dead body and held her stuffy. Over the course of the day and into the Night ; he kissed and caressed every in of Heather 's delectable organic structure. She had a aphrodisiac little grim jetty on the interior of her left thigh. He marveled at her feminine bend. She had more curved shape than twoscore miles of bad road and he knew every one of them. About midnight he got up and carried her dead body to the bed and covered it. He let King back in and noticed that a light snowfall was falling. Clint closed and locked the door, removed his clothes and crawled into bed with Heather for he knew would be his last night with her. He placed his hand on her left hand breast and positioned her low temperature stiffening right on hired hand over his dick and drifted off to sleep.

His sound sleep was awakened the next morning by the everyday ritual of Riley B King howling and scrape at the room access. Clint removed Heather 's insensate deal from his prick ; got up and dressed and opened the door. King darted out into a Inner 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 while longer but that was n't going to be possible. She was starting to look and sense a little moth-eaten 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 large long thick poke from the shaft shed. It had contained machine tool piece for the paper mill and they had discarded it. He placed the sack beside the stiff to hit sure it was foresighted enough and determined it had a few inches to dispense with. He retrieved heather 's clothes and slowly redressed her ; taking clip to caress her breasts 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 top dog and berm and pulled and tugged on it until all of Heather 's body was inside. Her purse was then placed in the bag beside her feet. Clint now took a big needle 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 entrance and pulled the bag inside and placed it against the cave bulwark. With the shovel he covered the bag with dirt, silt and crushed rock from inside the cave. Now he went back outside and began to channel large Rock and arranged them to stuff the cave entryway. He found some suddenly brush to enshroud the rock covered cave entrance from view and with King by his side made his way back to the cabin.

In the meantime, Heather 's bust up car was discovered and a hunting was instituted in the wall area. bloodhound were brought in and tracked a scent to the Creek where Clint had entered it. There the trail went inhuman and after several years the search was called off. Clint had returned to make on Monday with a smile on his face. He had taken alot of ribbing from his workfellow about his meager and lonely universe. If they only knew about this weekend ! But he would never tell. broom 's `` special '' weekend had turned out to be very `` special '' for Clint.

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