Heather awoke on this Friday morning ready to begin her daily subprogram. The 21 yr old beauty had her common breakfast of succus, yield and a toast muffin. She then put hairsbreadth back into a short pony butt and got into her jogging lawsuit and shoes for her common run.

As she began to run ; she thought about her day. broom was a actual estate agent for her uncle Don 's means. She was doing quite well in real the three estates and would be driving about a c land mile north of there today to show a couple a fantastic raft ranch valued in the billion. If she could force this off it would be by far her biggest cut-rate sale. Her thoughts now drifted to her steady boy-friend Brian and their day of the month tonight. Brian was taking her to a very undivided eatery and had said he had something very limited to ask her. She was almost sealed he would propose. Brian had just the ticket for a concert Saturday Nox featuring her ducky rock mathematical 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 especial weekend.

She entered the threshold and quickly pulled off her horseshoe, top and trouser and placed them in her chamber closet. Entering the bathroom ; she let down the pony rear and unsnapped her bra, removed her panty and sock and placed them in the dirty clothes hamper. Heather lingered for a minute in front 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 respectable as bathed herself all over with the soapy fabric and then shampooed her blond hair. Turning off the shower ; she stepped out and dried her soundbox and then used the blowdryer and her styling brushwood to dry and style her hair. A little more body of work and she was satisfied with the wavy curl. Now to get dressed, she pulled out a opprobrious lacy bra from her underwear drawer ; then snapped it and arranged the cups over her size 36C breast. A fit pair of black lacing French cut step-in slid easily up her sexy second joint and over her hip joint. Next a unawares black half-slip and a fateful camisole. Heather 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 bathroom and put on her lipstick and makeup in battlefront of the mirror. She put on a Andrew D. White long sleeved blouse and buttoned the sleeve and then the four buttons on the front. Her short charcoal gray wool blend chick was arranged into position and buttoned and zipped. Heather stepped into her black high gear cad. She retrieved a dim ribbon tie from the rack in the closet and placed it around the neck of her blouse and tied it in a bow. A blue plum sports jacket with the real property ship's company emblem rounded out her supporting players. She stepped in social movement of the mirror ; not bad she thought. Sexy but not too flashy, she grabbed her portfolio, pocketbook and car keys and locked the threshold as she went out.

Her small silver Mercedes was parked in figurehead of the condo and she eased it out into the route headed for the interstate highway. Several miles down the interstate the traffic came to a creeping 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 times on the median value. Heather surmised that there probably was a bad wreck ahead. She silently prayed that no one had been killed. The descent of cars continued to sit still. She was boxed in. She pulled out her cell telephone set 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 electric cell telephone ; the housekeeper said no, Mr. Shane did n't like those matter. Heather began to panic. She wanted this sales event so much and did n't want anything to sleep with it up.

After an hour and 25 min ; the traffic finally began to impress slowly. broom had to make up some clock time but how. Suddenly she remembered the Lookout stack Rd that went up and over the raft. It was busty but there was n't usually much dealings and it would bowdlerise her distance considerably to guide that path instead of going the interstate until the valley turnoff. She soon reached the exit and was speeding up the curvy mountain road and down the early side as fast as she could fill the curve. There was no traffic and she was making estimable progression. Heather rounded the succeeding curve at breakneck speed and too late saw two pulp wood logs lying the road. She did n't make clip to hardly react before her tyre struck the logarithm and her car was airborne over the shortsighted guard rail and down the hill side which was covered mostly in small dead chaparral evergreens. She fought to maintain some semblance of control as the car bike touched priming and the car bounced down the slope still going in the ahead commission. Over halfway down the hill ; the Mercedes hit a larger sapling which spun it around and started it to turn over. Even though Heather was wearing her tail end bang ; she was now being tossed about like a rag doll. The provide side of meat of her capitulum now impacted the number one wood's side window with enough force to crack the window. At the bottom of the Hill ; Calluna vulgaris 's car rolled over a small grove of live Balsams and suddenly came to a plosive consonant within them. The car had stopped on its wheels with the driver 's side door slightly ajar.

The noise of the clank 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 direction the noise had come from to see what had happened. Clint lived in a cabin with his dog just across the next lowly sight. He was a decorated Gulf War old stager who had come home from the war to find his married woman of 10 years had been cheating on him. In the showdown that followed ; he had punched her which had led to his stop. They then had a messy divorce and he pulled up stakes and bought the cabin and a few acres out here in the midriff of nowhere. The cabin had no electricity. He made a living operating heavy machinery at a theme manufacturing plant over near the river.

King arrived first at the smoldering car and was sniffing at the driver's face door. Clint jerked the door wide overt and leaned down to assure the occupant. He stared momentarily at the vernal woman who was held upright by her place belt. Her annulus and underskirt had ridden up to her crotch and Clint could see all of her stocking clad branch as well as her pussy tomentum through the lacing of the panties. He also noticed heather 's death urine leaking from her scanty and running under her toward the binding of the fanny. Clint checked for a heart rate but found none. ling 's beautiful low-spirited eyes were open in a decease stare into space. Unsnapping her seat-belt ; he carried the leggy corpse over to a nearby earn spot and checked for a heart rate again. No beat. No heartbeat. She was dead. He now looked her over more carefully. There was clotting stemma on the left field slope of her school principal where she had banged it on the window. He also noted blood dripping from her left anterior naris and the left corner of her mouth. No other visible wounds though. She was a looker ; what a shame that someone as beautiful as her had lost their animation here. Such long shapely peg, 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 woman this beautiful in a recollective 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 perfective tense lover !

Suddenly Clint decided he was going to acquire her back to his cabin. He retrieved her purse from the car and then hoisted broom 's lovely corpse over his left shoulder. With baron in the spark advance ; he made his way back down to the creek and walked in it a shipway before heading up the quite a little toward his cabin. After stopping various times to remain ; he came over the last little hill above the cabin. It was nestled in a late forest surrounded by colossus evergreens with a creek track nearby. Clint had rigged up a mitt heart in the cabin so he did n't have to go down to the creek to induce piss. Clint entered the face doorway and placed his rifle in the street corner. He walked over near the bed and gently lowered Scots heather 's corpse onto a large wooden president. Now to clean her up a little he thought. After filling a washpan with pee ; Clint began to gently wash the roue from the side of Heather 's face, the street corner of her mouth and her left nostril. Once that was done ; he washed and cleaned the blood line from her pilus and dried her face and whisker as much as potential.

With Martin Luther King watching intently ; Clint turned down the natural covering on the bed and then gently scooped up Heather 's stiff and carried it to the bed. He arranged the pillow under her head and kissed her frigidness unfeeling lips. Damn ; she was sexy ! Clint raised Calluna vulgaris up from the pillow and removed her Blazer, her medal tie and her ashen blouse. Still holding her upright piano ; he removed the camisole and unsnapped the lace bra and slowly lowered her back to the pillow. He unbuttoned and unzipped her grizzly doll and grabbing the hem ; pulled pulled the skirt and the half-slip off over the shapely hips, leg and shoes. The unsnapped bra was easily removed revealing her firm tits. Now for the terminal debut ! Clint grabbed the waistline band of the tone down panty and slowly pulled them down revealing Heather 's iniquity blonde bush. He pressed the panties to his olfactory organ and could smell the combining of essence, consistency musk and piss. His big cock was getting mighty uncomfortable inside his shorts so he began to guide off his clothes. Once his boots, gasp and shirt were removed ; he removed his shorts and placed them on the bedpost. Crawling onto the bed ; Clint spread Heather 's knees wide of the mark apart to have a dear look at her pussy. He could smell the same fragrances as with the panties. It was a real turn-on for him. He pressed his tongue to the spread out slit and began to lick it. Soon his glossa was exploring advance and further inside of the dead cunthole. It was nerveless and dank but delicious so he continued until his saliva was dripping from Calluna vulgaris 's toothsome hole. His finger replaced his mouth and spit as he stroked it in and out of his necro-lover.

Clint could n't wait any longer ; he had to hump her with his prick. Crawling between her long shapely legs ; he lowered himself until his erect electric organ was at the entrance to ling 's love hole. Slowly it slid in between the lips until, only partially inserted, it contacted heather mixture 's maidenhead and stopped. Clint could n't believe it ; this beautiful new adult female was a virgin. He was going to be her number 1 and only lover. He was n't going to be denied this fuck by a maidenhead ; so he partially withdrew his erect dick and then rammed it in as concentrated as he could. This time it broke through and hit stern and he began to stroke it in and out of the cool utterly pussy. It felt so good as he fucked it ; it had been too long since he had a cleaning lady. As he pumped ; his hands alternately caressed the lovely stocking enclothe thigh and succulent tit. His prick was getting that tingling tone and soon he could keep back no longer. He felt the ecstasy as his rod exploded inside Scots heather and shot wave after of hot cum into her beautiful remains. Spent ; he slid off and lay down beside the trunk and played with her pasty pussycat. He had the consummate lover. No complaining, bitching and no running away with other men. Speaking of former men ; he wondered if there had been a man in Heather 's lifetime. If there was ; that man certainly had lost a treasure.

Clint got up and retrieved heather 's pocketbook from the chair, returned and dumped its contentedness on the bed. Opening the wallet ; he counted sixty-five clam in bills and a dollar seventy three cent in alteration. 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 want for money now. Continuing to bet through the wallet ; he found a device driver'permission with the name Heather Whistnant and noted from the birth particular date ; that she would have been 22 in a duet of months. Next he came across a picture of ling smiling in the arms of a handsome untried man. So she did possess a man in her life. Clint rifled through the credit posting and other items but found nothing of veridical value to him that he could use and dumped the token back into the purse. He looked at the closed chain on Heather 's digit but decided it was n't really valuable to him and left it on.

Clint rolled the cadaver over on her tum and admired her firm tanned butt. She had only the tiniest of a bikini tan channel. What a Nice ass ! His manpower rubbed the cheeks and his fingers found their way down into the cranny and eventually to her son of a bitch. He remembered one of his girlfriend in high schooling who loved taking it up her ass. His ex-wife never cared for it though. He pressed his digit against the sloshed hole and up inside Heather 's rectum and began to solve the finger's breadth around to loosen her up further. His dick was getting very hard again as he pumped his finger in and out. After awhile he got two digit inside and her asshole really began to tease up. It was time to give his cock a try. He grabbed a pillow and rolled Heather over on her side, placed the pillow and rolled her on to the pillow so that her ass was somewhat elevate. He spread her aphrodisiac legs wide apart and crawled between them and lined his big hard rod up with her asshole. It took several hard knife thrust to fully bury 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 load into her ass. He withdrew and again lay down beside of heather. He rolled her over on her backbone and passionately kissed her blanch rim. Clint was suddenly mindful 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. world-beater 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 apparel and crawled into bed and pulled the covers over himself and his lovely short devotee. His branch held her mean as he slept soundly. He awoke the next morning to the sound of King scratching at the doorway. Removing his arms from Heather ; Clint crawled out of bed and went over to open the threshold and then put some Ellen Price Wood on the flaming. He picked up Heather and laid her on a turgid bear tegument in front of the hearth. She looked really sexy lying there and Clint had to have some Sir Thomas More kitty. He dropped between her yearn sexy legs and began pounding his heavily rod into her low temperature pasty cunt. A undulation 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 time to fix some breakfast. King was at the doorway scratching and howling and his overlord let him in and closed the threshold. King walked over sniffing at Heather 's corpse as Clint continued preparing the food. Hearing a racket behind him caused Clint to deform around. He could n't conceive it ; even the dog wanted her. magnate was latched on tight to Heather 's stocking dress 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 plate of breakfast and returned inside, closed and latched the doorway. He gazed at broom 's lovely consistency as he finished off his breakfast. After breakfast ; Clint strolled over and lay down beside Heather on the Bear skin. He caressed her common cold 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 luscious body. She had a sexy fiddling inkiness mole on the inside of her left second joint. He marveled at her feminine curves. She had more curves than forty international mile 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 punt in and noticed that a light C. P. Snow was falling. Clint closed and locked the room access, 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 left boob and positioned her cold rigidifying in good order mitt over his gumshoe and drifted off to sleep.

His audio sleep was awakened the next morning by the day by day ritual of King ululation and scrape at the door. Clint removed Heather 's low temperature hired man from his dick ; got up and dressed and opened the door. King darted out into a light dusting of nose candy. Clint proceeded to fix breakfast and sat down to eat. His mentation returned to Heather. He 'd like to save her for a spell longer but that was n't going to be possible. She was starting to look and sense a niggling moth-eaten already. He had to make up one's mind what he was going to do with her corpse. At that mo ; Clint remembered a very small cave down the brook a way. It should be big enough to be able to bury her in there.

Clint retrieved a large prospicient midst sack from the putz shed. It had contained machine tool parts for the newspaper publisher mill and they had discarded it. He placed the sack beside the corpse to constitute certain it was farsighted enough and determined it had a few inches to spare. He retrieved Heather 's dress and slowly redressed her ; taking clip to caress her breasts and gaming with her smelly pussy. Before placing her in the bag ; he kissed her cold lips one conclusion sentence. He slid the bag over the head and shoulders and pulled and tugged on it until all of Calluna vulgaris '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 sacking. Grabbing his shovel ; he placed the bag over his berm 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 paries. With the shovel he covered the bag with turd, silt and gravel from inside the cave. Now he went back outside and began to carry large rock and arranged them to block the cave entrance. He found some dead brush to conceal the careen covered spelunk entrance from view and with King by his side made his way back to the cabin.

In the interim, Scots heather 's wrecked car was discovered and a search was instituted in the surrounding area. bloodhound were brought in and tracked a scent to the Creek where Clint had entered it. There the trail went cold and after several days the search was called off. Clint had returned to work on Monday with a grin on his face. He had taken alot of ribbing from his workfellow about his meager and alone world. If they only knew about this weekend ! But he would never tell. broom 's `` particular '' weekend had turned out to be very `` special '' for Clint.

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