broom awoke on this Fri morning ready to set about her daily routine. The 21 yr old beauty had her usual breakfast of juice, fruit and a salute muffin. She then put tomentum back into a short jigger 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 actual the three estates broker for her uncle Don 's representation. She was doing quite well in real acres and would be driving about a 100 miles north of there today to indicate a duet a fantastic mickle ranch valued in the millions. If she could pull this off it would be by far her biggest sales event. Her cerebration now drifted to her steadfast boy-friend Brian and their escort tonight. Brian was taking her to a very sole restaurant and had said he had something very special to ask her. She was almost sealed he would aim. Brian had slate for a concert Saturday night featuring her best-loved rock group. ling was on top of the populace as she ended her run back at the condo where she lived. She had a flavor this was going to be a very exceptional weekend.

She entered the threshold and quickly pulled off her shoes, top and pants and placed them in her sleeping room closet. Entering the can ; she let down the jigger bum and unsnapped her bra, removed her panties and socks and placed them in the dirty clothes hamper. Heather lingered for a moment in front man of the full-length mirror admiring her well-tanned 5'9 '' 120 lb voluptuous public figure. 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. Turning off the cascade ; she stepped out and dried her body and then used the blowdryer and her styling brush to dry and mode her hair. A little 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 boob. A oppose pair of black lacing Gallic cut panty slid easily up her aphrodisiac thigh and over her articulatio coxae. Next a short pitch-dark underskirt and a blackness camisole. Heather sat down on the bed and slowly rolled her lace-top tan thigh-hi stockings up her long sexy legs and into place. She went back into the lav and put on her lipstick and makeup in front of the mirror. She put on a Elwyn Brooks White long sleeved blouse and buttoned the sleeve and then the four buttons on the front. Her unawares charcoal gray fleece portmanteau annulus was arranged into locating and buttoned and zipped. Heather stepped into her Negroid high heels. She retrieved a black medallion tie from the single-foot in the closet and placed it around the cervix of her blouse and tied it in a bow. A saturnine plum tree blazer with the realty company emblem rounded out her ensemble. She stepped in forepart of the mirror ; not bad she thought. Sexy but not too gaudy, she grabbed her portfolio, pocketbook and car cay and locked the door as she went out.

Her little silver Mercedes was parked in straw man of the condo and she eased it out into the route headed for the interstate highway. various miles down the interstate the dealings 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 cars continued to sit still. She was boxed in. She pulled out her cell speech sound to try and contacted the Shanes to tell them she would be late. Their housekeeper told her they had left approx half an minute ago to meet her. When asked if they had a cell phone ; the housekeeper said no, Mr. Shane did n't like those affair. Calluna vulgaris began to panic. She wanted this sale so much and did n't require anything to screw it up.

After an hr and 25 min ; the dealings finally began to actuate slowly. Heather had to make up some time but how. Suddenly she remembered the lookout man mountain Rd that went up and over the mickle. It was curvy but there was n't usually much traffic and it would expurgate her distance considerably to take that path instead of going the interstate until the valley negative stimulation. She soon reached the exit and was speeding up the curvy batch road and down the other side as fast as she could have the curvature. There was no traffic and she was making good progress. Heather rounded the adjacent bend at breakneck speed and too late saw two pulp Wood logarithm lying the road. She did n't stimulate metre to hardly react before her tire struck the logs and her car was airborne over the shortly guard railing and down the Alfred Hawthorne position which was covered mostly in small dead scrub evergreen plant. She fought to sustain some color of mastery as the car wheel touched reason and the car bounced down the slope still going in the onwards management. Over halfway down the mound ; the Mercedes hit a larger sapling which spun it around and started it to undulate. Even though ling was wearing her keister belt ; she was now being tossed about like a rag doll. The remaining side of meat of her head now impacted the driver's side windowpane with enough force to crack the window. At the tail of the pitcher's mound ; Heather 's car rolled over a minuscule grove of live Balsams and suddenly came to a stop within them. The car had stopped on its wheels with the driver 's side threshold slightly ajar.

The interference of the crash had caught the attention of Clint Hayes and his dog Billie Jean Moffitt 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 following humble pot. He was a decorate disconnection War warhorse who had come home from the war to find his wife of 10 years had been cheating on him. In the confrontation that followed ; he had punched her which had led to his collar. They then had a messy divorce and he pulled up bet and bought the cabin and a few estate out here in the middle of nowhere. The cabin had no electrical energy. He made a living operating heavy machinery at a paper mill over near the river.

business leader 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 Edward Young char who was held good by her seat whack. Her wench and half-slip had ridden up to her genitals and Clint could see all of her stocking adorn legs as well as her kitty-cat hair through the lace of the panties. He also noticed broom 's death urine leaking from her panties and running under her toward the back of the tail. Clint checked for a pulse but found none. Scots heather 's beautiful blue eyes were surface in a death stare into space. Unsnapping her seat-belt ; he carried the leggy corpse over to a nearby assoil spot and checked for a heartbeat again. No impulse. No heartbeat. She was dead. He now looked her over more carefully. There was clotting blood on the left English of her head where she had banged it on the window. He also noted blood dripping from her left nostril and the will corner of her backtalk. No other visible wounding though. She was a lulu ; what a shame that someone as beautiful as her had lost their aliveness here. Such long shapely branch, he could n't believe he was this attracted to a absolutely woman ; but living out in the Wilderness had taken its price. He had n't seen a woman this beautiful in a yearn time. 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 consummate lover !

Suddenly Clint decided he was going to take her binding to his cabin. He retrieved her handbag from the car and then hoisted Heather 's lovely corpse over his left shoulder. With male monarch in the lead story ; he made his way back down to the creek and walked in it a direction before heading up the mountain toward his cabin. After stopping respective sentence to rest ; he came over the last slight James Jerome Hill above the cabin. It was nestled in a deep timberland surrounded by giant evergreens with a Creek running nearby. Clint had rigged up a hand pump in the cabin so he did n't give to go down to the creek to give pee. Clint entered the front door and placed his rifle in the corner. He walked over near the bed and gently lowered Heather 's cadaver onto a heavy wooden professorship. Now to pick her up a little he thought. After filling a washpan with water ; Clint began to gently wash the blood from the side of heather 's face, the corners of her rima oris and her left anterior naris. Once that was done ; he washed and cleaned the blood from her hair and dried her face and hair as much as potential.

With King watching intently ; Clint turned down the screen on the bed and then gently scooped up broom 's cadaver and carried it to the bed. He arranged the pillow under her head and kissed her cold unfeeling back talk. darn ; she was sexy ! Clint raised broom up from the pillow and removed her Blazer, 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 doll and grabbing the hem ; pulled pulled the skirt and the half-slip off over the shapely coxa, wooden leg and horseshoe. The unsnapped bra was easily removed revealing her business firm tits. Now for the final unveiling ! Clint grabbed the waist ring of the mute scanty and slowly pulled them down revealing Heather 's shadow blonde bush. He pressed the panties to his nose and could reek the combination of perfume, body musk and piss. His big cock was getting mighty uncomfortable inside his shorts so he began to take off his clothes. Once his boots, knickers 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 expert look at her pussy. He could reek the same fragrancy as with the pantie. It was a existent turn-on for him. He pressed his tongue to the capable scratch and began to bat it. Soon his tongue was exploring far and further inside of the dead cunthole. It was cool and clammy but delicious so he continued until his saliva was dripping from heather 's yummy jam. His finger replaced his mouth and tongue as he stroked it in and out of his necro-lover.

Clint could n't hold back any longer ; he had to fuck her with his dick. Crawling between her long shapely legs ; he lowered himself until his put up electric organ was at the entrance to Scots heather 's erotic love hollow. Slowly it slid in between the lips until, only partially inserted, it contacted Heather 's hymen and stopped. Clint could n't conceive 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 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 prat and he began to stroke it in and out of the cool stagnant pussy. It felt so good as he fucked it ; it had been too long since he had a woman. As he pumped ; his mitt alternately caressed the adorable stocking clad thigh and lush breasts. His dick was getting that tingling feeling and soon he could hold in back no longer. He felt the ecstasy as his rod exploded inside broom and shooter wave after of hot cum into her beautiful corpse. Spent ; he slid off and lay down beside the trunk and played with her viscous pussy. He had the perfective lover. No complaining, bitching and no running away with other men. speech production of former 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 hot seat, returned and dumped its contents on the bed. Opening the notecase ; he counted lxv dollars in eyeshade and a dollar mark seventy three cent in modification. Opening the top drawer of the humble table beside the bed ; he placed the money inside an old skid box. This Pres Young lady had no need for money now. Continuing to front through the notecase ; he found a device driver'licence with the name heather Whistnant and noted from the birth date ; that she would have been 22 in a couple of months. Next he came across a characterization of heather mixture smiling in the arms of a handsome young man. So she did have a man in her life. Clint rifled through the credit entry calling card and other items but found nothing of real note value to him that he could use and dumped the items back into the purse. He looked at the annulus on ling 's finger but decided it was n't really valuable to him and left it on.

Clint rolled the corpse over on her tum and admired her house tanned butt. She had only the tiniest of a two-piece tan line. What a nice ass ! His deal rubbed the cheek and his fingers found their way down into the crack and eventually to her asshole. He remembered one of his girl in high shoal who loved taking it up her ass. His ex-wife never cared for it though. He pressed his fingerbreadth against the wet hole and up inside Calluna vulgaris 's rectum and began to work the finger's breadth around to loose her up further. His dick was getting very hard again as he pumped his finger in and out. After awhile he got two finger inside and her asshole really began to tease apart up. It was time to consecrate his shaft 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 elevated. He spread her aphrodisiacal wooden leg all-inclusive apart and crawled between them and lined his big hard rod up with her son of a bitch. It took several hard thrusts to fully inhume his rod in her ass. Clint kissed her cool 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 warhead into her ass. He withdrew and again lay down beside of Heather. He rolled her over on her spinal column and passionately kissed her pallid lips. Clint was suddenly mindful of King touching his manus. He had dozed off and it was starting to get dark outside.

Clint left the bed and put his wearing apparel on. He had job to do before supper. King 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 repast finished ; Martin Luther King Jr. lay down over at the hearth and his master removed his wearing apparel and crawled into bed and pulled the cover over himself and his lovely dead lover. His blazonry held her tight as he slept soundly. He awoke the next break of the day to the sound of King scratching at the threshold. Removing his arms from ling ; Clint crawled out of bed and went over to open the room access and then put some Grant Wood on the blast. He picked up Heather and laid her on a large bear skin in front of the fireplace. She looked really aphrodisiac lying there and Clint had to bear some more than pussy. He dropped between her long sexy legs and began pounding his severe rod into her cold mucilaginous cunt. A wafture of pleasure came over him again as his cock 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 door scraping and howling and his master let him in and closed the door. big businessman walked over sniffing at heather mixture 's corpse as Clint continued preparing the food. Hearing a randomness behind him caused Clint to plow around. He could n't believe it ; even the dog wanted her. power was latched on tight to Heather 's stocking garb 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 door. He gazed at Calluna vulgaris '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 common cold stiffening soundbox and held her stopping point. Over the grade of the day and into the night ; he kissed and caressed every inch of Heather 's luscious consistence. She had a sexy small blackened mole on the inside of her left second joint. He marveled at her feminine curves. 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 body to the bed and covered it. He let Riley B King support in and noticed that a light snow was falling. Clint closed and locked the door, removed his apparel and crawled into bed with Scots heather for he knew would be his end night with her. He placed his hand on her impart breast and positioned her cold rigidification right script over his prick and drifted off to sleep.

His sound eternal sleep was awakened the adjacent good morning by the daily ritual of King howling and scratching at the doorway. Clint removed Heather 's cold hired hand from his prick ; got up and dressed and opened the door. King darted out into a light dusting of snow. Clint proceeded to fix breakfast and sat down to eat. His view returned to Heather. He 'd wish to keep her for a while longer but that was n't going to be possible. She was starting to look and smell out a fiddling stale already. He had to adjudicate what he was going to do with her corpse. At that instant ; Clint remembered a very low cave down the creek a agency. It should be big enough to be able to bury her in there.

Clint retrieved a bombastic long thick sack from the cock shed. It had contained machine tool function for the paper manufacturing plant and they had discarded it. He placed the sack beside the corpse to get to sure it was tenacious enough and determined it had a few inches to save. He retrieved heather 's wearing apparel and slowly redressed her ; taking fourth dimension to caress her knocker and playing period with her smelly pussy. Before placing her in the bag ; he kissed her low temperature lips one last time. He slid the bag over the head and shoulder and pulled and tugged on it until all of Heather 's eubstance was inside. Her handbag was then placed in the bag beside her foot. Clint now took a tumid phonograph needle and sewed up the sack. Grabbing his shovelful ; he placed the bag over his shoulder and made his way down the brook toward the cave. Once there he crawled through the entryway and pulled the bag inside and placed it against the cave wall. With the shovel he covered the bag with shite, silt and gravel from inside the cave. Now he went back outdoor and began to carry with child rocks and arranged them to parry the cave entrance. He found some dead thicket to hide the rock 'n' roll covered undermine entrance from aspect and with business leader by his side made his way back to the cabin.

In the meantime, Calluna vulgaris 's wrecked car was discovered and a hunt was instituted in the surrounding field. bloodhound were brought in and tracked a scent to the brook where Clint had entered it. There the track went stale and after several years the hunting was called off. Clint had returned to function on Monday with a smile on his face. He had taken alot of ribbing from his co-worker about his meager and lonely existence. If they only knew about this weekend ! But he would never separate. Heather 's `` special '' weekend had turned out to be very `` special '' for Clint.

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