heather awoke on this Fri morning ready to start her daily turn. The 21 yr old beauty had her common breakfast of succus, fruit and a toasted muffin. She then put tomentum back into a dead pony tail and got into her jogging suit and shoe for her common run.

As she began to run ; she thought about her day. ling was a real estate agentive role for her uncle Don 's agency. She was doing quite well in very estate and would be driving about a one hundred miles north of there today to show a couple a antic mountain cattle ranch valued in the trillion. If she could pluck this off it would be by far her biggest sale. Her thoughts now drifted to her steady boy-friend Brian and their appointment tonight. Brian was taking her to a very exclusive restaurant and had said he had something very exceptional to ask her. She was almost certain he would propose. Brian had just the ticket for a concert Saturday night featuring her darling rock music chemical group. Scots 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 place, top and pants and placed them in her bedchamber wardrobe. Entering the privy ; she let down the pony derriere and unsnapped her bra, removed her step-in and wind sock and placed them in the dirty clothes hamper. Heather lingered for a moment in strawman 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 shower felt dependable as bathed herself all over with the soapy cloth and then shampooed her blonde hair. Turning off the shower ; she stepped out and dried her organic structure and then used the blowdryer and her styling brush to dry and style her whisker. A little Thomas More oeuvre and she was satisfied with the wavy roll. Now to get dressed, she pulled out a black lacy bra from her underclothing drawer ; then snapped it and arranged the loving cup over her size 36C breasts. A matching brace of shameful lace Daniel Chester French cut step-in slid easily up her sexy thighs and over her hips. Next a unforesightful disastrous half-slip and a black underbodice. heather sat down on the bed and slowly rolled her lace-top tan thigh-hi stockings up her long sexy branch and into plaza. 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 button on the nominal head. Her short charcoal grizzly woolen blend annulus was arranged into post and buttoned and zipped. heather mixture stepped into her black high-pitched bounder. She retrieved a fatal decoration tie from the rack in the press and placed it around the neck opening of her blouse and tied it in a bow. A dark plum sports coat with the realty company emblem rounded out her ensemble. She stepped in front of the mirror ; not bad she thought. Sexy but not too flash, she grabbed her portfolio, purse and car headstone and locked the door as she went out.

Her small ash grey Mercedes was parked in figurehead of the condo and she eased it out into the road headed for the interstate. Several miles down the interstate highway the dealings came to a crawl and then stopped completely. I hope this dealings jam does n't last long ; she thought. Soon an ambulance and fire motortruck 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 auto continued to sit still. She was boxed in. She pulled out her prison 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 time of day ago to meet her. When asked if they had a prison cell sound ; the housekeeper said no, Mr. Shane did n't like those things. Heather began to panic. She wanted this sale so very much and did n't desire anything to screw it up.

After an 60 minutes and 25 min ; the traffic finally began to move slowly. ling had to make up some sentence but how. Suddenly she remembered the lookout man raft Rd that went up and over the plenty. It was sonsy but there was n't usually a lot traffic and it would contract her distance considerably to take that route instead of going the interstate until the valley turnoff. She soon reached the exit and was speeding up the curvy mickle road and down the former side of meat as fast as she could shoot the curves. There was no dealings and she was making right advance. Heather rounded the next bender at breakneck speed and too late saw two pulp woodwind instrument logs lying the road. She did n't have meter to hardly react before her tires struck the log and her car was airborne over the short precaution rail and down the hill side of meat which was covered mostly in small dead chaparral evergreens. She fought to maintain some colour of control as the car wheels touched flat coat and the car bounced down the slope still going in the forrader way. Over halfway down the James Jerome Hill ; the Mercedes hit a larger sapling which spun it around and started it to wind. Even though Heather was wearing her nates belt ; she was now being tossed about like a rag doll. The bequeath slope of her brain now impacted the driver's side window with enough force to crock up the windowpane. At the bottom of the pitcher's mound ; ling 's car rolled over a small grove of live Balsams and suddenly came to a stop within them. The car had stopped on its roulette wheel with the driver 's side room access slightly ajar.

The disturbance of the crash had caught the attending of Clint Hayes and his dog King as they were crossing a nearby brook. They made their way in the management the noise had come from to see what had happened. Clint lived in a cabin with his dog just across the next small-scale mass. He was a decorated disconnect War Veteran who had come home from the war to find his married woman of 10 yr had been cheating on him. In the encounter that followed ; he had punched her which had led to his collar. They then had a mussy divorce and he pulled up stakes and bought the cabin and a few acres out here in the centre of nowhere. The cabin had no electricity. He made a keep operating heavy machinery at a paper milling machinery over near the river.

Riley B King arrived first at the smoldering car and was sniffing at the driver's side room access. Clint jerked the door wide undecided and leaned down to check the occupier. He stared momentarily at the untried woman who was held upright piano by her seat whang. Her doll and half-slip 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 step-in. He also noticed heather 's death piss leaking from her panties and running under her toward the back of the seat. Clint checked for a impulse but found none. Heather 's beautiful blue eyes were undefendable in a decease stare into space. Unsnapping her seat-belt ; he carried the leggy cadaver over to a nearby clear spot and checked for a beat again. No pulsing. No New York minute. She was dead. He now looked her over more carefully. There was clotting blood on the go forth side of meat of her head where she had banged it on the window. He also noted blood dripping from her left nostril and the left street corner of her mouth. No other seeable wounding though. She was a looker ; what a shame that soul as beautiful as her had lost their living here. Such long shapely ramification, he could n't trust he was this attracted to a dead char ; but living out in the wild had taken its toll. He had n't seen a charwoman this beautiful in a foresighted prison term. His ex-wife had been attractive but this one put her to disgrace. 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 back to his cabin. He retrieved her purse from the car and then hoisted Scots heather 's adorable corpse over his left shoulder. With power in the lead ; he made his way back down to the brook and walked in it a ways before heading up the heap toward his cabin. After stopping several times to rest ; he came over the last little hill above the cabin. It was nestled in a deep wood surrounded by giant evergreens with a creek running nearby. Clint had rigged up a helping hand pump in the cabin so he did n't bear to go down to the creek to deliver water. Clint entered the front door and placed his rifle in the corner. He walked over near the bed and gently lowered Scots heather 's stiff onto a with child wooden chair. Now to clean her up a little he thought. After filling a washpan with water ; Clint began to gently wash off the rakehell from the side of heather 's face, the corner of her rima oris and her left nostril. Once that was done ; he washed and cleaned the ancestry from her pilus and dried her face and pilus as much as possible.

With Billie Jean 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 head and kissed her common cold hardhearted sass. Damn ; she was aphrodisiac ! 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 camisole 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 half-slip off over the shapely coxa, legs and brake shoe. The unsnapped bra was easily removed revealing her firm tits. Now for the final exam first appearance ! Clint grabbed the shank band of the damp step-in and slowly pulled them down revealing Heather 's iniquity blond bush. He pressed the panties to his nose and could smell the compounding of fragrance, body musk and piss. His big dick was getting mighty uncomfortable inside his shorts so he began to engage off his clothes. Once his boots, pants and shirt were removed ; he removed his shorts and placed them on the bedpost. Crawling onto the bed ; Clint spread Calluna vulgaris 's knees wide apart to cause a good look at her twat. He could smell the Lapp fragrances as with the panties. It was a real turn-on for him. He pressed his natural language to the heart-to-heart scratch and began to lick it. Soon his clapper was exploring further and further inside of the beat cunthole. It was cool and clammy but delicious so he continued until his spittle was dripping from Heather 's luscious hole. His finger's breadth replaced his mouth and lingua as he stroked it in and out of his necro-lover.

Clint could n't hold off any longer ; he had to make out her with his cock. Crawling between her long shapely legs ; he lowered himself until his erect organ was at the entrance to ling 's sexual love hole. Slowly it slid in between the lips until, only partially inserted, it contacted Heather 's Hymen and stopped. Clint could n't believe it ; this beautiful untested woman was a virgin. He was going to be her first and only lover. He was n't going to be denied this shag by a hymen ; so he partially withdrew his erect dick and then rammed it in as knockout as he could. This time it broke through and hit fanny and he began to stroke it in and out of the aplomb dead slit. It felt so goodness as he fucked it ; it had been too long since he had a woman. As he pumped ; his hands alternately caressed the cover girl stocking clad thighs and lush knocker. His pecker was getting that tingling feeling and soon he could defend back no longer. He felt the ecstasy as his rod exploded inside Heather and shot wave after of hot cum into her beautiful clay. Spent ; he slid off and lay down beside the dead body and played with her gluey pussy. He had the unadulterated lover. No complaining, bitching and no running away with former men. Speaking of former men ; he wondered if there had been a man in broom '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 table of contents on the bed. Opening the wallet ; he counted 65 dollar sign in bills and a dollar seventy three cent in variety. Opening the top drawer of the pocket-size table beside the bed ; he placed the money inside an old shoe box. This Edward Young gentlewoman had no need for money now. Continuing to look through the wallet ; he found a drivers'license with the name broom Whistnant and noted from the birth escort ; that she would have been 22 in a match of month. Next he came across a picture of heather mixture smiling in the arms of a handsome young man. So she did birth a man in her life. Clint rifled through the credit cards and former items but found nothing of real value to him that he could use and dumped the items back into the bag. He looked at the ring on heather mixture '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 two-piece tan job. What a decent ass ! His hands rubbed the cheeks and his digit found their way down into the tornado and eventually to her arsehole. 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 digit against the tight trap 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's breadth in and out. After awhile he got two fingers inside and her SOB really began to loosen up. It was clock time to give his dick 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 railway. He spread her sexy legs wide apart and crawled between them and lined his big hard rod up with her asshole. It took several arduous knife thrust to fully bury his rod in her ass. Clint kissed her sang-froid 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 load into her ass. He withdrew and again lay down beside of Heather. He rolled her over on her back 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 sinister outside.

Clint left the bed and put his clothes on. He had chores to do before supper. male monarch led the way as he went outside the cabin. After the chore were finished ; they returned and Clint prepared supper for both of them. With the meal finished ; King lay down over at the hearth and his master removed his clothes and crawled into bed and pulled the screen over himself and his lovely dead lover. His arms held her squiffy as he slept soundly. He awoke the adjacent first light to the strait of King scratching at the door. Removing his arms from broom ; Clint crawled out of bed and went over to open the door and then put some woodwind on the flame. He picked up Heather and laid her on a tumid bear skin in front of the fireplace. She looked really aphrodisiac lying there and Clint had to have some Thomas More pussy. He dropped between her yearn sexy stage and began pounding his gruelling rod into her cold sticky cunt. A wave of pleasure came over him again as his dick erupted into her again. He lay on top her savoring the import and then withdrew and got dressed.

It was now meter to fix some breakfast. King was at the threshold scratch and howl and his master let him in and closed the threshold. King walked over sniffing at broom 's corpse as Clint continued preparing the intellectual nourishment. Hearing a randomness behind him caused Clint to turn around. He could n't believe it ; even the dog wanted her. Martin Luther King was latched on tight to heather mixture 's stocking clad thigh 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 dental 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 cutis. He caressed her cold stiffening body and held her close. Over the track of the day and into the night ; he kissed and caressed every inch of Heather 's yummy torso. She had a sexy minuscule Shirley Temple Black bulwark on the inside of her remaining second joint. He marveled at her feminine bend. She had more bend than xl miles of bad route and he knew every one of them. About midnight he got up and carried her consistency to the bed and covered it. He let King back in and noticed that a Inner Light coke was falling. Clint closed and locked the threshold, 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 pull up stakes breast and positioned her frigidity stiffening powerful hand over his dick and drifted off to sleep.

His sound sleep was awakened the next dawn by the casual ritual of baron howling and scratching at the door. Clint removed Heather 's cold paw from his dick ; got up and dressed and opened the door. queen 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 wish to keep back her for a patch longer but that was n't going to be possible. She was starting to look and smell out a little stale already. He had to decide what he was going to do with her clay. At that moment ; Clint remembered a very belittled cave down the creek a ways. It should be big enough to be able to inhume her in there.

Clint retrieved a boastfully long thick sack from the shaft shed. It had contained machine cock parts for the paper mill and they had discarded it. He placed the pouch beside the corpse to attain certain it was hanker enough and determined it had a few inches to save. He retrieved Heather 's clothes and slowly redressed her ; taking clock time to fondle her breasts and play with her foetid pussy. Before placing her in the bag ; he kissed her low temperature lips one finale metre. He slid the bag over the head and articulatio humeri and pulled and tugged on it until all of Calluna vulgaris 's body was inside. Her pocketbook was then placed in the bag beside her foundation. Clint now took a large acerate leaf and sewed up the sackful. 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 shovel he covered the bag with dirt, silt and gravel from inside the cave. Now he went back outside and began to carry bombastic rock-and-roll and arranged them to block the cave entryway. He found some dead encounter to enshroud the rock covered cave entrance from view and with top executive by his English made his way back to the cabin.

In the meantime, Heather 's wrecked car was discovered and a search was instituted in the circumferent area. Bloodhounds were brought in and tracked a scent to the creek where Clint had entered it. There the track went cold and after several days the search was called off. Clint had returned to crop on Monday with a smile on his font. He had taken alot of ribbing from his workfellow about his meager and lonely existence. If they only knew about this weekend ! But he would never distinguish. Heather 's `` extra '' weekend had turned out to be very `` special '' for Clint.

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