Heather awoke on this Friday morning ready to start her daily turn. The 21 yr old knockout had her usual breakfast of juice, yield and a pledge muffin. She then put hair back into a shortstop pony tail 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 estate agent for her uncle Don 's agency. She was doing quite well in real number estate and would be driving about a 100 mil north of there today to show a couple a fantastic good deal ranch valued in the zillion. If she could pull this off it would be by far her gravid sale. Her thoughts now drifted to her steady boy-friend Brian and their date tonight. Brian was taking her to a very exclusive eating house and had said he had something very limited to ask her. She was almost sure he would propose. Brian had tickets for a concert Sat night featuring her deary rock grouping. heather mixture was on top of the Earth as she ended her run back at the condo where she lived. She had a touch sensation this was going to be a very limited weekend.

She entered the room access and quickly pulled off her shoes, top and pants and placed them in her chamber closet. Entering the bathroom ; she let down the pony tail and unsnapped her bra, removed her panties and socks and placed them in the dirty clothes hamper. Heather lingered for a second in front line of the full-length mirror admiring her well-tanned 5'9 '' 120 lb curvaceous name. 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 textile and then shampooed her blonde hair. Turning off the exhibitor ; she stepped out and dried her soundbox and then used the blowdryer and her styling brush to dry and style her fuzz. A little more oeuvre and she was satisfied with the wavy 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 boob. A gibe pair of fateful lacing French people cut panties slid easily up her sexy thighs and over her hips. Next a inadequate black half-slip and a bootleg camisole. Heather sat down on the bed and slowly rolled her lace-top tan thigh-hi stockings up her long aphrodisiacal stage and into property. She went back into the bathroom and put on her lipstick and makeup in front of the mirror. She put on a clean long sleeved blouse and buttoned the sleeves and then the four push on the front. Her short charcoal Asa Gray wool blend skirt was arranged into position and buttoned and zipped. Heather stepped into her lightlessness gamey heels. She retrieved a black ribbon tie from the rack in the wardrobe and placed it around the neck of her blouse and tied it in a bow. A disconsolate plum blazer with the real estate company emblem rounded out her tout ensemble. She stepped in strawman of the mirror ; not bad she thought. Sexy but not too gaudy, she grabbed her portfolio, purse and car headstone and locked the door as she went out.

Her small-scale silver Mercedes was parked in front of the condominium and she eased it out into the road headed for the interstate. several Admiralty mile down the interstate the traffic came to a creeping and then stopped completely. I hope this traffic jam does n't last long ; she thought. Soon an ambulance and ardour truck went speeding past times on the median. Heather surmised that there probably was a bad wreck ahead. She silently prayed that no one had been killed. The origin of car continued to sit still. She was boxed in. She pulled out her cellphone 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 fulfill her. When asked if they had a cell sound ; the housekeeper said no, Mr. Shane did n't like those things. heather mixture began to panic. She wanted this sale so much and did n't desire anything to screw it up.

After an hour and 25 min ; the dealings finally began to go slowly. Calluna vulgaris had to make up some time but how. Suddenly she remembered the Lookout great deal Rd that went up and over the muckle. It was stacked but there was n't usually much traffic and it would foreshorten her distance considerably to consider that path instead of going the interstate until the valley negative stimulation. She soon reached the exit and was speeding up the curvy mountain road and down the other side as fast as she could acquire the curves. There was no traffic and she was making good progress. Heather rounded the side by side bender at breakneck velocity and too late saw two pulp wood log lying the road. She did n't accept clip to hardly respond before her tyre struck the logarithm and her car was airborne over the inadequate safety device runway and down the mound side which was covered mostly in small dead scrub evergreens. She fought to maintain some semblance of control as the car rack touched dry land and the car bounced down the side still going in the frontward charge. Over halfway down the Benny Hill ; the Mercedes hit a bigger sapling which spun it around and started it to roll. Even though broom was wearing her seat knock ; she was now being tossed about like a rag dolly. The result side of her brain now impacted the driver's side windowpane with enough force to crack the windowpane. At the bottomland of the Hill ; ling 's car rolled over a pocket-size plantation of unrecorded Balsams and suddenly came to a point within them. The car had stopped on its wheels with the number one wood 's side door slightly ajar.

The noise of the crash had caught the attention of Clint Rutherford B. Hayes and his dog King as they were crossing a nearby creek. They made their way in the direction the dissonance had come from to see what had happened. Clint lived in a cabin with his dog just across the following small mass. He was a decorated disconnect War veteran who had come house from the war to find his wife of 10 years had been cheating on him. In the encounter that followed ; he had punched her which had led to his taking into custody. They then had a messy divorcement and he pulled up bet and bought the cabin and a few acres out here in the heart of nowhere. The cabin had no electricity. He made a living operating hard machinery at a paper mill over near the river.

King arrived first at the smoldering car and was sniffing at the driver's position door. Clint jerked the door wide open and leaned down to discipline the occupier. He stared momentarily at the young cleaning woman who was held upright piano by her bum bang. Her annulus 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 lacing of the panty. He also noticed Calluna vulgaris 's destruction urine leaking from her panties and running under her toward the backbone of the seat. Clint checked for a pulse but found none. Heather 's beautiful blueing middle were give in a expiry stare into blank space. Unsnapping her seat-belt ; he carried the long-legged stiff over to a nearby clear point and checked for a beat again. No pulse rate. No heartbeat. She was dead. He now looked her over more carefully. There was clotting rip on the entrust incline of her pass where she had banged it on the window. He also noted rakehell dripping from her give nostril and the will corner of her mouth. No other seeable lesion though. She was a looker ; what a pity that someone as beautiful as her had lost their lifetime here. Such long shapely wooden leg, he could n't believe he was this attracted to a dead cleaning woman ; but living out in the wild had taken its bell. 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 dishonour. This one would n't object to anything that was done to her now. What a sodding lover !

Suddenly Clint decided he was going to take away her back to his cabin. He retrieved her handbag from the car and then hoisted Heather 's lovely corpse over his entrust shoulder joint. With male monarch in the lead ; he made his way back down to the Creek and walked in it a slipway before heading up the mountain toward his cabin. After stopping several clip to rest ; he came over the last little hill above the cabin. It was nestled in a trench wood surrounded by giant evergreens with a Creek track nearby. Clint had rigged up a hand pump in the cabin so he did n't have to go down to the creek to sustain piss. Clint entered the face door and placed his rifle in the quoin. He walked over near the bed and gently lowered heather 's cadaver onto a great wooden chair. Now to cleanse her up a little he thought. After filling a washpan with urine ; Clint began to gently wash the blood from the side of Heather 's face, the corners of her mouth and her left over anterior naris. Once that was done ; he washed and cleaned the blood from her fuzz and dried her face and hair as much as possible.

With King watching intently ; Clint turned down the top on the bed and then gently scooped up heather mixture 's corpse and carried it to the bed. He arranged the pillow under her oral sex and kissed her cold unfeeling lips. darn ; she was aphrodisiacal ! Clint raised broom up from the pillow and removed her sports jacket, her ribbon tie and her Patrick 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 chick and grabbing the hem ; pulled pulled the skirt and the petticoat off over the shapely articulatio coxae, legs and shoe. The unsnapped bra was easily removed revealing her business firm tits. Now for the final unveiling ! Clint grabbed the waist band of the moist panty and slowly pulled them down revealing Heather 's dark blond bush. He pressed the panties to his nose and could smell the combination of perfume, body musk and pee. His big peter was getting mighty uncomfortable inside his underdrawers so he began to exact off his clothes. Once his kick, pants and shirt were removed ; he removed his boxershorts and placed them on the bedpost. Crawling onto the bed ; Clint spread Heather 's knee all-inclusive apart to take a good look at her pussy. He could smell the same fragrances as with the pantie. It was a real turn-on for him. He pressed his knife to the open twat and began to lick it. Soon his tongue was exploring far and encourage interior of the drained cunthole. It was poise and clammy but Delicious so he continued until his saliva was dripping from Heather 's luscious hole. His finger replaced his mouth and clapper 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 cock. Crawling between her hanker shapely legs ; he lowered himself until his put up organ was at the entranceway to Heather 's love hole. Slowly it slew in between the lips until, only partially inserted, it contacted ling 's maidenhead and stopped. Clint could n't believe it ; this beautiful young woman was a virgin. He was going to be her first and only lover. He was n't going to be denied this screwing by a hymen ; so he partially withdrew his erect dick and then rammed it in as hard as he could. This prison term it broke through and hit stern and he began to stroke it in and out of the cool dead pussy. It felt so serious as he fucked it ; it had been too long since he had a cleaning woman. As he pumped ; his hands alternately caressed the lovely stocking dress thigh and succulent tit. His pecker was getting that tingling feeling and soon he could declare back no thirster. He felt the hug drug as his rod exploded inside ling 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 puss. He had the sodding buff. No complaining, bitching and no running away with other men. Speaking of other men ; he wondered if there had been a man in Scots heather 's life. If there was ; that man certainly had lost a treasure.

Clint got up and retrieved Heather 's purse from the president, returned and dumped its table of contents on the bed. Opening the notecase ; he counted sixty-five dollars in bills and a dollar sign 70 three cents in modification. Opening the top drawer of the small table beside the bed ; he placed the money inside an old shoe box. This young lady had no penury for money now. Continuing to look through the billfold ; he found a number one wood'license with the name Scots heather Whistnant and noted from the giving birth date ; that she would have been 22 in a distich of calendar month. Next he came across a motion picture of heather smiling in the blazonry of a handsome young man. So she did have a man in her aliveness. Clint rifled through the credit batting order and early particular but found nothing of real value to him that he could use and dumped the detail back into the purse. He looked at the closed chain on heather mixture 's digit 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 firm tanned butt. She had only the tiniest of a two-piece tan melodic line. What a courteous ass ! His handwriting rubbed the buttock and his finger's breadth found their way down into the crack and eventually to her asshole. He remembered one of his lady friend in high school day who loved taking it up her ass. His ex-wife never cared for it though. He pressed his finger against the close hole and up inside Heather 's rectum and began to work the finger around to loosen her up further. His peter was getting very hard again as he pumped his finger in and out. After awhile he got two fingers inside and her mother fucker really began to tease up. It was meter to give his dick 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 peg wide apart and crawled between them and lined his big hard rod up with her asshole. It took several intemperately thrusts to fully swallow up his rod in her ass. Clint kissed her cool back and neck as he stroked his dick in and out. She was dainty and all his. It was starting to get that tingly feeling. His tempo increased and soon afterward he shot his burden into her ass. He withdrew and again lay down beside of Heather. He rolled her over on her backbone and passionately kissed her pale lips. Clint was suddenly cognisant of King touching his hand. He had dozed off and it was starting to get dark outside.

Clint left the bed and put his wearing apparel 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 fireplace and his master removed his clothes and crawled into bed and pulled the binding over himself and his lovely dead lover. His arms held her cockeyed as he slept soundly. He awoke the side by side good morning to the sound 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 wood on the fervour. He picked up Calluna vulgaris and laid her on a enceinte bear cutis in straw man of the fireplace. She looked really sexy lying there and Clint had to have some more puss. He dropped between her foresightful aphrodisiac stage and began pounding his hard rod into her frigidness sticky cunt. A wave of pleasance came over him again as his peter erupted into her again. He lay on top her savoring the moment and then withdrew and got dressed.

It was now time to fix some breakfast. King was at the doorway scraping and howling and his master let him in and closed the door. King walked over sniffing at Heather 's corpse as Clint continued preparing the food. Hearing a noise behind him caused Clint to turn around. He could n't believe it ; even the dog wanted her. King was latched on tight to Heather 's stocking drape thigh and hunching like there would be no tomorrow. Clint walked over and kicked him square in the bottom dislodging him from the thigh and took him outside with his plate of breakfast and returned inside, closed and latched the doorway. 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 tegument. He caressed her insensate stiffening body and held her snug. Over the course of the day and into the night ; he kissed and caressed every inch of Heather 's luscious eubstance. She had a aphrodisiacal little black counterspy on the interior of her left thigh. He marveled at her feminine bender. 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 consistence to the bed and covered it. He let King second in and noticed that a lite Baron Snow of Leicester was falling. Clint closed and locked the door, removed his dress and crawled into bed with Heather for he knew would be his last night with her. He placed his hand on her go forth breast and positioned her cold stiffening right mitt over his shaft and drifted off to sleep.

His speech sound sleep was awakened the next morning by the daily ritual of male monarch howl and scrape at the doorway. Clint removed Heather 's cold hand from his hawkshaw ; got up and dressed and opened the threshold. King 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 like to celebrate her for a while longer but that was n't going to be potential. She was starting to look and smack a little stale already. He had to decide what he was going to do with her remains. At that moment ; Clint remembered a very belittled cave down the Creek a ways. It should be big enough to be able to bury her in there.

Clint retrieved a large prospicient thick liberation from the tool shed. It had contained automobile puppet part for the composition John Stuart Mill and they had discarded it. He placed the sack beside the stiff to make indisputable it was yearn enough and determined it had a few inches to spare. He retrieved Heather 's clothes and slowly redressed her ; taking meter to fondle her breasts and play with her smelly snatch. Before placing her in the bag ; he kissed her dusty 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 purse was then placed in the bag beside her invertebrate foot. Clint now took a large phonograph needle and sewed up the sack. Grabbing his spadeful ; he placed the bag over his shoulder joint 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 rampart. With the spadeful he covered the bag with shit, silt and gravel from inside the cave. Now he went back outdoors and began to carry large rocks and arranged them to block off the cave entering. He found some dead brush to blot out the rock covered cave entering from sentiment and with King by his side made his way back to the cabin.

In the meanwhile, Heather 's wrack car was discovered and a lookup was instituted in the besiege field. Bloodhounds were brought in and tracked a scent to the creek where Clint had entered it. There the trail went common cold and after several days the lookup was called off. Clint had returned to work on Monday with a grinning on his face. He had taken alot of ribbing from his colleague about his meager and solitary beingness. If they only knew about this weekend ! But he would never recite. Heather 's `` special '' weekend had turned out to be very `` special '' for Clint.

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