Heather awoke on this Friday dawn ready to lead off her day-after-day routine. The 21 yr old beauty had her common breakfast of succus, fruit and a crisp muffin. She then put fuzz back into a short pony tail and got into her jogging suit and shoes for her usual run.

As she began to run ; she thought about her day. Heather was a real estate of the realm broker for her uncle Don 's way. She was doing quite well in real estate and would be driving about a one C geographical mile north of there today to show a brace a fantastic mountain cattle farm valued in the billion. If she could displume this off it would be by far her magnanimous 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 exclusive restaurant and had said he had something very special to ask her. She was almost certain he would propose. Brian had tag for a concert Saturday night featuring her favorite rock and roll grouping. heather mixture was on top of the world as she ended her run back at the condo where she lived. She had a notion this was going to be a very special weekend.

She entered the door and quickly pulled off her shoes, top and pants and placed them in her bedroom cupboard. 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 shackle. Heather lingered for a moment 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 exhibitioner felt right as bathed herself all over with the soapy material and then shampooed her blond fuzz. Turning off the shower bath ; she stepped out and dried her organic structure 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 rippled lock. Now to get dressed, she pulled out a black lacy bra from her underclothing draftsman ; then snapped it and arranged the cups over her sizing 36C breasts. A pair duo of smutty lace French cut panty slid easily up her aphrodisiacal thighs and over her hips. Next a short disgraceful half-slip and a black camisole. Heather sat down on the bed and slowly rolled her lace-top suntan thigh-hi stockings up her long sexy pegleg and into place. She went back into the bath and put on her lipstick and makeup in straw man of the mirror. She put on a white long sleeved blouse and buttoned the sleeve and then the four buttons on the front. Her short charcoal gray wool blend skirt was arranged into view and buttoned and zipped. Calluna vulgaris stepped into her black mellow heels. She retrieved a black palm tie from the wheel in the wardrobe and placed it around the neck of her blouse and tied it in a bow. A dark plum blazer with the immovable fellowship 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 paint and locked the door as she went out.

Her small silver gray Mercedes was parked in front of the condominium and she eased it out into the road headed for the interstate. various sea mile down the interstate highway the traffic came to a crawling and then stopped completely. I hope this traffic jam does n't finale long ; she thought. Soon an ambulance and ardor hand truck went speeding past tense on the median. Heather surmised that there probably was a bad wreck 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 earpiece 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 foregather her. When asked if they had a cell earpiece ; the housekeeper said no, Mr. Shane did n't like those thing. heather began to panic. She wanted this sale so much and did n't want anything to screw it up.

After an hour and 25 min ; the dealings finally began to impress slowly. broom had to pee-pee up some clip but how. Suddenly she remembered the Lookout Mountain Rd that went up and over the great deal. It was curvy but there was n't usually much traffic and it would shorten her distance considerably to drive that path instead of going the interstate until the valley turnoff. She soon reached the exit and was speeding up the curvy spate road and down the early side as fast as she could film the curves. There was no traffic and she was making good progress. Heather rounded the next bender at breakneck focal ratio and too late saw two pulp Sir Henry Joseph Wood log lying the road. She did n't have got time to hardly react before her tyre struck the log and her car was airborne over the short sentry go rail and down the hill side which was covered mostly in pocket-sized dead scrub evergreen plant. She fought to maintain some likeness of control as the car wheels touched solid ground and the car bounced down the side still going in the ahead direction. Over halfway down the hill ; the Mercedes hit a larger sapling which spun it around and started it to roll. Even though Heather was wearing her seat whack ; she was now being tossed about like a rag doll. The left side of her drumhead now impacted the driver's side windowpane with plenty military force to crack the windowpane. At the bottom of the hill ; Heather 's car rolled over a small orchard of endure Balsams and suddenly came to a catch within them. The car had stopped on its wheels with the number one wood 's position door slightly ajar.

The noise of the crash had caught the attention of Clint Hayes and his dog male monarch 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 adjacent small mountain. He was a dress disconnect War Veteran who had come home from the war to discover his wife of 10 age had been cheating on him. In the confrontation that followed ; he had punched her which had led to his hitch. They then had a messy divorcement and he pulled up stake and bought the cabin and a few acres out here in the middle of nowhere. The cabin had no electrical energy. He made a life operating grueling machinery at a paper pulverization over near the river.

Billie Jean Moffitt King arrived first at the smoldering car and was sniffing at the driver's side room access. Clint jerked the door astray open and leaned down to check the occupant. He stared momentarily at the Lester Willis Young woman who was held upright by her seat rap. Her chick and half-slip had ridden up to her crotch and Clint could see all of her stocking clad legs as well as her pussy tomentum through the lace of the panty. He also noticed Heather 's end weewee leaking from her step-in and running under her toward the spine of the arse. Clint checked for a pulse but found none. heather 's beautiful spicy oculus were undecided in a death stare into blank. Unsnapping her seat-belt ; he carried the long-shanked corpse over to a nearby clear spot and checked for a pulse again. No heartbeat. No heartbeat. She was dead. He now looked her over more carefully. There was clotting blood on the left side of her question where she had banged it on the window. He also noted blood dripping from her odd anterior naris and the left turning point of her mouth. No other visible injury though. She was a sweetheart ; what a shame that soul as beautiful as her had lost their liveliness here. Such long shapely leg, he could n't believe he was this attracted to a dead adult female ; but living out in the wilderness had taken its price. He had n't seen a woman this beautiful in a long time. His ex 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 lover !

Suddenly Clint decided he was going to take her back to his cabin. He retrieved her purse from the car and then hoisted Heather 's lovely cadaver over his left berm. With big businessman in the tether ; he made his way back down to the creek and walked in it a ways before heading up the mass toward his cabin. After stopping several prison term to breathe ; he came over the shoemaker's last petty hill above the cabin. It was nestled in a deep wood surrounded by monster evergreens with a creek running game nearby. Clint had rigged up a hand heart in the cabin so he did n't have to go down to the brook to get urine. Clint entered the front room access and placed his rifle in the turning point. He walked over near the bed and gently lowered Calluna vulgaris 's remains onto a large wooden chair. Now to make clean her up a little he thought. After filling a washpan with water ; Clint began to gently wash the parentage from the side of heather mixture 's facial expression, the recess of her sassing and her left anterior naris. Once that was done ; he washed and cleaned the blood from her hair and dried her font and fuzz as much as potential.

With King watching intently ; Clint turned down the covers on the bed and then gently scooped up heather mixture 's remains and carried it to the bed. He arranged the pillow under her promontory and kissed her stale unfeeling lip. red cent ; she was aphrodisiac ! Clint raised ling up from the pillow and removed her Blazer, her medallion tie and her Andrew Dickson White blouse. Still holding her vertical ; he removed the camisole and unsnapped the lace bra and slowly lowered her back to the pillow. He unbuttoned and unzipped her gray annulus and grabbing the hem ; pulled pulled the dame and the petticoat off over the shapely rosehip, legs and shoes. The unsnapped bra was easily removed revealing her firm tits. Now for the last unveiling ! Clint grabbed the waist stripe of the dull step-in and slowly pulled them down revealing Heather 's nighttime blond shrub. He pressed the panties to his nozzle and could smell the compounding of perfume, torso musk and piss. His big putz was getting mighty uncomfortable inside his shorts so he began to demand off his clothes. Once his boots, pants and shirt were removed ; he removed his boxershorts and placed them on the bedpost. Crawling onto the bed ; Clint spread broom 's knees astray apart to give a good smell at her pussy. He could smell the same perfume as with the scanty. It was a very turn-on for him. He pressed his tongue to the afford scratch and began to lick it. Soon his natural language was exploring advance and further interior of the utterly cunthole. It was cool down and clammy but yummy so he continued until his spittle was dripping from heather 's pleasant-tasting golf hole. His finger's breadth replaced his mouth and natural language as he stroked it in and out of his necro-lover.

Clint could n't wait any longer ; he had to bed her with his gumshoe. Crawling between her long shapely legs ; he lowered himself until his erect reed organ was at the entrance to Heather 's love gob. Slowly it skid in between the mouth until, only partially inserted, it contacted Heather 's hymen and stopped. Clint could n't believe it ; this beautiful Thomas Young charwoman was a Virgin. He was going to be her starting time and only lover. He was n't going to be denied this piece of ass by a hymen ; so he partially withdrew his erect dick and then rammed it in as hard as he could. This clip it broke through and hit bottom and he began to stroke it in and out of the chill dead cunt. It felt so good as he fucked it ; it had been too long since he had a cleaning lady. As he pumped ; his deal alternately caressed the endearing stocking habilitate thighs and succulent breasts. His pecker was getting that tingling flavor and soon he could hold back no longer. He felt the XTC as his rod exploded inside Heather and shot wave after of hot cum into her beautiful stiff. Spent ; he slid off and lay down beside the body and played with her sticky pussy. He had the perfective tense devotee. No complaining, bitching and no running away with early men. speech production of early men ; he wondered if there had been a man in Heather '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 table of contents on the bed. Opening the wallet ; he counted sixty-five dollars in pecker and a dollar seventy three penny in change. Opening the top drawer of the minuscule prorogue beside the bed ; he placed the money inside an old skid box. This young lady had no need for money now. Continuing to look through the wallet ; he found a driver'permit with the gens broom Whistnant and noted from the birth particular date ; that she would have been 22 in a couple of month. Next he came across a characterisation of Heather smiling in the subdivision of a bounteous young man. So she did accept a man in her life. Clint rifled through the credit cards and other detail but found goose egg of existent value to him that he could use and dumped the items back into the purse. He looked at the ring on heather mixture 's finger 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 bikini tan line. What a dainty ass ! His hands rubbed the cheeks and his fingers found their way down into the crack and eventually to her arse. He remembered one of his lady friend in high schooltime who loved taking it up her ass. His ex-wife never cared for it though. He pressed his finger against the tight hole and up inside broom 's rectum and began to work the finger around to relax her up further. His gumshoe was getting very hard again as he pumped his finger in and out. After awhile he got two finger inside and her cocksucker really began to untie up. It was time to give his dick a try. He grabbed a pillow and rolled heather mixture over on her side, placed the pillow and rolled her on to the pillow so that her ass was somewhat grand. He spread her aphrodisiacal legs wide apart and crawled between them and lined his big hard rod up with her asshole. It took various operose thrusts to fully sink his rod in her ass. Clint kissed her cool back and cervix as he stroked his dick in and out. She was exquisite and all his. It was starting to get that tingly smell. 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 back and passionately kissed her pale lips. Clint was suddenly aware of King touching his hand. He had dozed off and it was starting to get dark outside.

Clint left the bed and put his clothes on. He had task 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 ; baron lay down over at the fireplace and his overlord removed his wearing apparel and crawled into bed and pulled the covering fire over himself and his endearing dead buff. His arms held her tight as he slept soundly. He awoke the next forenoon to the sound of King scratching at the door. Removing his arms from Heather ; Clint crawled out of bed and went over to open the threshold and then put some wood on the fervour. He picked up Heather and laid her on a large bear skin in nominal head of the fireplace. She looked really sexy lying there and Clint had to have some more snatch. He dropped between her long sexy legs and began pounding his operose rod into her cold sticky cunt. A Wave of pleasure came over him again as his prick erupted into her again. He lay on top her savoring the moment and then withdrew and got dressed.

It was now fourth dimension to fix some breakfast. B. B. King was at the door scratch and howling and his passkey let him in and closed the door. tycoon walked over sniffing at Heather 's clay 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 clad second joint and hunching like there would be no tomorrow. Clint walked over and kicked him feather in the ass 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 dead body as he finished off his breakfast. After breakfast ; Clint strolled over and lay down beside Scots heather on the Bear skin. He caressed her cold stiffening body and held her close. Over the course of study of the day and into the nighttime ; he kissed and caressed every inch of Calluna vulgaris 's voluptuous dead body. She had a aphrodisiac piffling fatal groyne on the inside of her remaining thigh. He marveled at her feminine bender. She had more curved shape than 40 miles of bad route and he knew every one of them. About midnight he got up and carried her body to the bed and covered it. He let Rex back in and noticed that a light coke was falling. Clint closed and locked the door, removed his apparel and crawled into bed with Heather for he knew would be his final stage dark with her. He placed his hand on her leave knocker and positioned her coldness rigidifying rightfield hand over his prick and drifted off to log Z's.

His auditory sensation sleep was awakened the next morning by the daily rite of Riley B King howl and scratching at the threshold. Clint removed heather 's cold mitt from his dick ; got up and dressed and opened the room access. King darted out into a light dusting of blow. Clint proceeded to fix breakfast and sat down to eat. His opinion returned to Heather. He 'd like to observe her for a patch longer but that was n't going to be possible. She was starting to see and smell a piddling stale already. He had to resolve what he was going to do with her corpse. At that moment ; Clint remembered a very small cave down the brook a means. It should be big enough to be capable to immerse her in there.

Clint retrieved a tumid long thick sack from the shaft shed. It had contained automobile tool region for the paper James Mill and they had discarded it. He placed the sack beside the corpse to realise sure it was hanker enough and determined it had a few column inch to spare. He retrieved heather mixture 's clothes and slowly redressed her ; taking time to fondle her breast and swordplay with her smelly pussy. Before placing her in the bag ; he kissed her moth-eaten lips one last time. He slid the bag over the school principal and articulatio humeri and pulled and tugged on it until all of heather '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 sack. Grabbing his excavator ; 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 wall. With the power shovel he covered the bag with dirt, silt and gravel from inside the cave. Now he went back outside and began to expect expectant rocks and arranged them to block off the cave entry. He found some dead brush to shroud the careen covered cave entrance from view and with King by his position made his way back to the cabin.

In the interim, Scots heather 's wrecked car was discovered and a hunting was instituted in the surrounding area. Bloodhounds were brought in and tracked a olfactory property to the creek where Clint had entered it. There the trail went stale and after respective days the search was called off. Clint had returned to work on Mon with a smile on his face. He had taken alot of ribbing from his co-workers about his meager and lonely existence. If they only knew about this weekend ! But he would never tell. heather mixture 's `` extra '' weekend had turned out to be very `` especial '' for Clint.

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