Diary of the Kosmetics Killer ( debut # 5 )

After the in conclusion death, I had to lie low for some time as police stepped up patrols and Whitney Moore Young Jr., pretty women started to take forethought like not being alone at home at night. I had to waitress for more than a twelvemonth before the future opportunity was available. And this clip, she was soul close to me. She was my step- niece. I had gone to her rich parents'house for a class reunion when I saw her. The final stage time I saw her was around ten eld ago and I did not take lots notice of her as she was too young. Now however, she had blossomed into an achingly beautiful Cy Young woman. The completely afternoon I was at her house, I was captivated by her tone. Her yearn hair swished with every movement of her oral sex and I could smell out the fragrance of it whenever we were near. Her spectacles instead of making her facial expression brilliant actually increased my desire as I wanted to see how she would see without them. Her light source pink attire also seemed to enhance the physical body of her body. I thought I wouldn't have a chance with her until I heard that she would be left alone in the house as everyone else would be driving to the countryside for a holiday later that night. I'll make sure she would not be lonely.

A few 60 minutes later, when I knew that the rest of the phratry was gone, I drove back to the home. I had no intention to bolt down her this time as she was my removed congenator. So I brought along a bottle of trichloromethane I stole from a science laboratory a few months ago after my net killing. There was no motive to break out into the house so I simply pressed on the doorbell and waited for her to answer. The door opened and I was greeted by the like vision of beauteousness I have seen earlier that day. She was still in the pink wearing apparel and she looked a footling surprised to see me. I told her I have left something behind so she invited me in with a smile.
I walked in and shut out the threshold behind me. I then took out the chloroformed soaked cloth in my pouch, stepped behind her and clamped it tight over her font while my former hand grabbed hold of one of her chest and held her against my body.. I felt a hurry of guilt feelings as her conflict and whine grew softer and eventually stopped. She was out common cold. It was the first clip I used chloroform so I was quite glad that it worked as advertised. I lowered her onto the floor and removed the cloth from her face. Her lips were slightly parted and when I leaned forward to hold them a candy kiss, I could detect the foul smell of chloroform. It didn't prevent me from enjoying a long passionate buss with the young unconscious peach though. I then lifted up her smooth knock dress and pulled down her pair of black undies. Her vagina looked pristine and virgin. I licked and probed it with my tongue. She tasted really odorous.

I then pulled out my fully put up penis and raped her with uncontrolled lecherousness as it has been very long since my lastly victim. I did it with me on top of her and then I changed position and flipped her onto my body instead. Her diffuse, fragrant hair covered my head and I kissed her uncontrollably. Finally, I stood up and held her in a baby-sit position impaled on top of my penis while I finally burst into her. If she became pregnant and gave birth, the babe would be my son and grandnephew. What an connive thought. She remained unconscious mind as I wearily lay her back down on the floor. Looking at her serenely sleeping face and bleeding vagina, I realized something to my revulsion. I must have been muddled by my lustfulness and stupidly revealed myself to her before knocking her out. I felt a horrible sense of guilt trip as I realise what that would imply for her.

Once I decided to kill her, I set out to make the Best of it. I wanted to try something different this meter just to confuse the police force. I would coiffe her in her own swim wear and entrust her to swim in her own swim puddle next to the house. I chloroformed her again just to control that she would stay unconscious as I moved on to the next contribution of my plan. I went to her room and searched in her wardrobe. I found a set of skimpy green bikinis which I would have given anything to see her in. Now, it's going to befall. I pulled off her dress, and bra and fondled her just ripened breasts for a few bit while fingering her bloody vagina. I then wiped the blood clean and pulled the two-piece bottom up her legs to fit snugly over her butt. I then tied the bikini top over her boob. I then removed her drinking glass. She looks totally different and hot and it seems that she is ready for her midnight swim !

I carried her out towards the pool and took one close look at her unconscious but still alive look. I then lowered gently into the syndicate where she turned belly down and slowly sunk to the rump of the syndicate, a stream of bubbles appearing from her back talk and nose.

I enjoyed the pot her drowning for around twenty minutes and was about to provide when I realised that by the time she was discovered in two days time when her crime syndicate returned, she would become a bloated decomposing corpse. That would probably be too a lot for her parents to get hold of and I could also not bear the thought of rendering this smasher into a putrefaction corpse. So there was only one affair I could do. I took off my wearing apparel and jumped into the pool. Diving to the tooshie, I grabbed one of her arms and pulled her to the control surface. I have always wanted to bring through a pretty charwoman from drowning so it was a great experience for me. I pulled her by the Kuki and swam towards the side of meat of the pool. There, I pulled her dripping wet, bikini clad body up onto the consortium border.

Her lips and brass were blue and I could see that her belly was distended from swallowing water. She was of row no longer breathing by then. I knew that CPR would be futile so I tried it on her just for fun. I gave her cryptic bosom compressions and mouth to mouth French kissing which has always been a fantasy of mine. Her pectus rose beautifully with each breather I forced into her abruptly lungs but deflated again when I removed my mouth from hers. I also tried to remove the water from her bloated belly by pressing knockout onto it causing water to spray out from her mouth and anterior naris. I had fun doing CPR and Heimlich on her beautiful drowned soundbox for almost an 60 minutes and I was getting so aroused with this futile but aphrodisiacal CPR that I pulled down her bikini and raped her corpse one more time. By then, she was very low and was almost dry and her abdomen was flavourless once more.

I pulled her two-piece bottom back on, carried her back into the house and placed her on her bed. I switched on the air con to slow down her decomposition so she would still look skillful when they discover her .I then dried her consistence and hairsbreadth and helped disentangle her hair until it looked neat and tidy. I decided to keep her bra and undies as a souvenir so I left her bikinis on as I pulled her clothes back over her body. I then applied a layer of creation on her face to cover her blueish complexion. next, I used blusher to impart her a sizeable flushed feel. I then applied some shiny red lipstick, green eye shadow and purpleness mascara to nail her new Emily Post mortem expression. Finally, I placed her glasses back on her face. I thought she looked prettier now than when she was alert. I took some photograph of her before leaving.

It was really kind for her to provide so practically enjoyment for her lone step uncle .