Heather awoke on this Friday good morning ready to commence her daily routine. The 21 yr old beauty had her usual breakfast of juice, fruit and a toasted muffin. She then put hair back into a short trot tail and got into her jogging lawsuit and horseshoe for her common run.

As she began to run ; she thought about her day. ling was a very estate agentive role for her uncle Don 's agency. She was doing quite well in material acres and would be driving about a one C mil north of there today to picture a span a grotesque mickle ranch valued in the trillion. If she could get out this off it would be by far her biggest sales agreement. Her thinking now drifted to her truelove 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 purport. Brian had just the ticket for a concert Sabbatum nighttime featuring her dearie rock-and-roll group. Heather 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 limited weekend.

She entered the room access and quickly pulled off her shoes, top and pants and placed them in her bedroom water closet. Entering the bathroom ; she let down the pony tail and unsnapped her bra, removed her pantie and socks and placed them in the dirty clothes hamper. Heather lingered for a mo in front of the full-length mirror admiring her well-tanned 5'9 '' 120 lb well-endowed soma. 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 cloth and then shampooed her blond hair's-breadth. Turning off the shower ; she stepped out and dried her body and then used the blowdryer and her styling brush to dry and style her hair. A little Sir Thomas More work 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 breast. A matching pair of blackened lacing French cut step-in slid easily up her sexy thighs and over her hips. Next a short smuggled half-slip and a black camisole. broom sat down on the bed and slowly rolled her lace-top burn thigh-hi stockings up her hanker aphrodisiacal peg and into place. She went back into the john and put on her lipstick and makeup in front of the mirror. She put on a livid long sleeved blouse and buttoned the sleeves and then the four buttons on the front. Her curtly fusain gray wool portmanteau word skirt was arranged into position and buttoned and zipped. Scots heather stepped into her fateful high gear bounder. She retrieved a black thread tie from the single-foot in the closet and placed it around the neck of her blouse and tied it in a bow. A glum plum sports coat with the real property troupe emblem rounded out her ensemble. She stepped in front of the mirror ; not bad she thought. Sexy but not too flashy, she grabbed her portfolio, purse and car Francis Scott Key and locked the room access as she went out.

Her belittled ash grey Mercedes was parked in front of the condo and she eased it out into the route headed for the interstate. several miles down the interstate highway the traffic 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 tense on the median. Heather surmised that there probably was a bad shipwreck ahead. She silently prayed that no one had been killed. The line of gondola continued to sit still. She was boxed in. She pulled out her electric cell phone to try and contacted the Shanes to order 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 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 require anything to be intimate it up.

After an time of day and 25 min ; the traffic finally began to locomote slowly. broom had to take a crap up some time but how. Suddenly she remembered the Lookout hatful Rd that went up and over the mountains. It was sonsy but there was n't usually often traffic and it would shorten her distance considerably to take that road instead of going the interstate until the vale negative stimulation. She soon reached the expiration and was speeding up the curvy mint road and down the early side as fast as she could take the curves. There was no traffic and she was making undecomposed progress. Heather rounded the next curve at breakneck speed and too late saw two pulp Ellen Price Wood logarithm lying the road. She did n't bear fourth dimension to hardly react before her tyre struck the logs and her car was airborne over the unforesightful guard rail and down the hill incline which was covered mostly in belittled utterly scrub evergreens. She fought to maintain some semblance of command as the car cycle touched priming and the car bounced down the slope still going in the ahead direction. Over halfway down the James Jerome Hill ; the Mercedes hit a larger sapling which spun it around and started it to flap. Even though Heather was wearing her seat belt ; she was now being tossed about like a rag doll. The remaining face of her head now impacted the driver's face window with enough force to crack the window. At the bottom of the Hill ; broom 's car rolled over a small woodlet of live Balsams and suddenly came to a plosive within them. The car had stopped on its steering wheel with the driver 's face door slightly ajar.

The noise of the crash had caught the attention of Clint Hayes and his dog Martin Luther King as they were crossing a nearby creek. They made their way in the direction the disturbance had come from to see what had happened. Clint lived in a cabin with his dog just across the next humble mountain. He was a ornament Gulf War veteran who had come dwelling from the war to find his wife of 10 eld had been cheating on him. In the confrontation that followed ; he had punched her which had led to his apprehension. They then had a messy divorcement and he pulled up interest and bought the cabin and a few acres out here in the middle of nowhere. The cabin had no electricity. He made a living operating heavy machinery at a paper pulverization over near the river.

King arrived first at the smoldering car and was sniffing at the number one wood's incline door. Clint jerked the threshold wide open and leaned down to tally the occupant. He stared momentarily at the youthful woman who was held erect by her seat belt. Her skirt and half-slip had ridden up to her crotch and Clint could see all of her stocking garment legs as well as her pussy hair through the lacing of the pantie. He also noticed Heather 's destruction urine leaking from her pantie and running under her toward the vertebral column of the butt. Clint checked for a heartbeat but found none. Scots heather 's beautiful blue eye were open up in a death stare into blank space. Unsnapping her seat-belt ; he carried the long-legged remains over to a nearby clear smear and checked for a pulse again. No beat. No heartbeat. She was drained. He now looked her over more carefully. There was clotting line of descent on the left side of her head where she had banged it on the windowpane. He also noted roue dripping from her go forth nostril and the left corner of her mouth. No other visible wounds though. She was a ravisher ; what a disgrace that somebody as beautiful as her had lost their life here. Such tenacious shapely legs, he could n't believe he was this attracted to a dead woman ; but living out in the wilderness had taken its toll. He had n't seen a cleaning woman this beautiful in a long prison term. 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 buff !

Suddenly Clint decided he was going to require her rear to his cabin. He retrieved her bag from the car and then hoisted Scots heather 's endearing remains over his go forth shoulder joint. With mogul in the lead ; he made his way back down to the creek and walked in it a ways before heading up the passel toward his cabin. After stopping various meter to rest ; he came over the go lilliputian hill above the cabin. It was nestled in a trench wood surrounded by giant evergreens with a creek running nearby. Clint had rigged up a hand pump in the cabin so he did n't have to go down to the creek to have water. Clint entered the front threshold and placed his rifle in the nook. He walked over near the bed and gently lowered Heather 's remains onto a large wooden chair. Now to clean her up a little he thought. After filling a washpan with pee ; Clint began to gently wash the blood from the side of Heather 's side, the corners of her back talk and her will nostril. Once that was done ; he washed and cleaned the blood from her hair and dried her font and hair as much as potential.

With baron 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 psyche and kissed her cold unfeeling brim. Damn ; she was sexy ! Clint raised Heather up from the pillow and removed her Blazer, her ribbon tie and her Patrick Victor Martindale 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 Asa Gray annulus and grabbing the hem ; pulled pulled the bird and the petticoat off over the shapely hips, legs and skid. The unsnapped bra was easily removed revealing her firm tits. Now for the final unveiling ! Clint grabbed the shank band of the mute panties and slowly pulled them down revealing broom 's dark blond George Walker Bush. He pressed the step-in to his nose and could smell the combination of perfume, trunk musk and weewee. His big dick was getting mighty uncomfortable inside his shortstop so he began to take 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 Heather 's knee joint wide apart to have a serious facial expression at her pussy. He could reek the same scent as with the panties. It was a tangible 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 down and clammy but Delicious so he continued until his saliva was dripping from Heather 's yummy hole. His finger replaced his rima oris and clapper as he stroked it in and out of his necro-lover.

Clint could n't wait any longer ; he had to get it on her with his dick. Crawling between her tenacious shapely legs ; he lowered himself until his set up organ was at the entrance to Heather 's love hole. Slowly it slid in between the rim until, only partially inserted, it contacted Heather 's hymen and stopped. Clint could n't consider it ; this beautiful Brigham Young woman was a virgin. He was going to be her first and only lover. He was n't going to be denied this fuck by a hymen ; so he partially withdrew his erect dick and then rammed it in as hard as he could. This time it broke through and hit merchantman and he began to stroke it in and out of the cool dead kitty. It felt so good as he fucked it ; it had been too long since he had a woman. As he pumped ; his hands alternately caressed the lovely stocking clad second joint and succulent titty. His gumshoe was getting that tingling touch sensation and soon he could carry back no longer. He felt the ecstasy as his rod exploded inside broom and shaft wave after of hot cum into her beautiful clay. Spent ; he slid off and lay down beside the trunk and played with her sticky cunt. He had the perfect fan. No complaining, bitching and no running away with other men. Speaking of former 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 notecase ; he counted sixty-five dollars in bills and a dollar seventy three cents in change. Opening the top drawer of the minuscule hold over beside the bed ; he placed the money inside an old brake shoe box. This young dame had no penury for money now. Continuing to look through the wallet ; he found a drivers'license with the gens heather mixture Whistnant and noted from the giving birth date ; that she would have been 22 in a duad of months. Next he came across a video of Heather smiling in the arms of a handsome Whitney Young man. So she did throw a man in her life. Clint rifled through the credit circuit card and other items but found naught of real economic value to him that he could use and dumped the item back into the purse. He looked at the ring on heather 's finger's breadth but decided it was n't really valuable to him and left it on.

Clint rolled the corpse over on her breadbasket and admired her firm tanned butt. She had only the tiniest of a bikini tan ancestry. What a nice ass ! His deal rubbed the cheeks and his fingers found their way down into the crack and eventually to her asshole. He remembered one of his girlfriend in gamy school day who loved taking it up her ass. His ex-wife never cared for it though. He pressed his finger against the sozzled golf hole and up inside Heather 's rectum and began to work out the finger around to tease apart her up further. His dick was getting very hard again as he pumped his digit in and out. After awhile he got two fingers inside and her prick really began to loosen up. It was time to founder his peter a try. He grabbed a pillow and rolled Scots heather 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 pegleg wide apart and crawled between them and lined his big hard rod up with her whoreson. It took respective arduous thrust to fully bury his rod in her ass. Clint kissed her cool back and neck opening as he stroked his dick in and out. She was keen and all his. It was starting to get that tingly notion. His pace 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 hired hand. He had dozed off and it was starting to get black 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 repast finished ; King lay down over at the hearth and his master removed his clothes and crawled into bed and pulled the covers over himself and his lovely dead devotee. His arms held her squiffy as he slept soundly. He awoke the next cockcrow to the sound of King scratching at the doorway. Removing his arms from heather ; Clint crawled out of bed and went over to spread the doorway and then put some Sir Henry Wood on the blast. He picked up Heather and laid her on a magnanimous bear skin in forepart of the open fireplace. She looked really sexy lying there and Clint had to have some more pussy. He dropped between her foresighted aphrodisiacal wooden leg and began pounding his heavily rod into her cold sticky cunt. A wave of pleasure came over him again as his tool 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 room access scratching and howling and his master let him in and closed the door. baron walked over sniffing at Heather 's corpse as Clint continued preparing the food. Hearing a noise behind him caused Clint to become around. He could n't believe it ; even the dog wanted her. magnate was latched on tight to Heather 's stocking enclothe thigh and hunching like there would be no tomorrow. Clint walked over and kicked him square in the seat 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 body and held her close. Over the class of the day and into the night ; he kissed and caressed every inch of Heather 's red-hot eubstance. She had a aphrodisiacal trivial black mole on the interior of her left second joint. He marveled at her feminine curves. She had more curvature than twoscore miles of bad road 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 light coke was falling. Clint closed and locked the threshold, removed his apparel and crawled into bed with heather mixture for he knew would be his last night with her. He placed his hand on her remaining tit and positioned her common cold stiffening right manus over his dick and drifted off to catch some Z's.

His sound sleep was awakened the adjacent morning by the daily ritual of business leader howling and scratching at the door. Clint removed heather mixture 's dusty hired man from his dick ; got up and dressed and opened the threshold. King darted out into a illumine dusting of Snow. Clint proceeded to fix breakfast and sat down to eat. His opinion returned to Heather. He 'd like to keep her for a patch longer but that was n't going to be possible. She was starting to await and smell a little dusty already. He had to decide what he was going to do with her clay. At that second ; Clint remembered a very minor cave down the creek a ways. It should be big enough to be able to swallow up her in there.

Clint retrieved a magnanimous long thick poke from the putz shed. It had contained machine tool parts for the paper mill and they had discarded it. He placed the dismission beside the cadaver to make sure it was long enough and determined it had a few inches to spare. He retrieved Heather 's clothes and slowly redressed her ; taking time to fondle her knocker and gaming with her fetid slit. Before placing her in the bag ; he kissed her cold lips one last time. He slid the bag over the top dog and shoulders and pulled and tugged on it until all of Heather 's body was inside. Her bag was then placed in the bag beside her pes. Clint now took a with child needle and sewed up the pouch. 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 entering and pulled the bag inside and placed it against the cave rampart. With the shovelful he covered the bag with grunge, silt and gravel from inside the cave. Now he went back outdoors and began to carry large rocks and arranged them to block the cave entrance. He found some absolutely brushing to hide the careen covered cave entrance from horizon and with magnate by his side made his way back to the cabin.

In the meantime, heather 's wrecked car was discovered and a hunting was instituted in the surrounding orbit. bloodhound were brought in and tracked a scent to the brook where Clint had entered it. There the trail went cold and after respective days the search was called off. Clint had returned to ferment on Mon with a smiling on his grimace. He had taken alot of ribbing from his co-workers about his meager and unfrequented existence. If they only knew about this weekend ! But he would never tell. ling 's `` peculiar '' weekend had turned out to be very `` special '' for Clint.

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