heather mixture awoke on this Fri morning time ready to begin her daily routine. The 21 yr old beauty had her usual breakfast of juice, fruit and a toasted muffin. She then put tomentum back into a curtly pony tail and got into her jogging lawsuit and shoes for her usual run.

As she began to run ; she thought about her day. heather mixture was a actual estate agent for her uncle Don 's agency. She was doing quite well in really estate and would be driving about a hundred mile north of there today to show a couple a fantastic mountain ranch valued in the jillion. If she could deplumate this off it would be by far her braggart sale. Her opinion now drifted to her calm boy-friend Brian and their day of the month tonight. Brian was taking her to a very scoop restaurant and had said he had something very special to ask her. She was almost certain he would pop the question. Brian had tickets for a concert Saturday night featuring her darling stone mathematical group. broom was on top of the human race as she ended her run back at the condominium where she lived. She had a touch sensation 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 chamber closet. Entering the bathroom ; she let down the crib behind and unsnapped her bra, removed her pantie and wind cone and placed them in the dirty clothes bond. Heather lingered for a moment in front of the full-length mirror admiring her well-tanned 5'9 '' 120 lb curvaceous shape. She wanted to be sexy for Brian ; especially tonight. But she had to get going The hot rain shower felt right 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 fashion her hair. A little Thomas More work and she was satisfied with the rippled curl. Now to get dressed, she pulled out a black lacy bra from her underclothing draftsman ; then snapped it and arranged the loving cup over her size 36C breasts. A couple duo of black lace French cut panties slid easily up her sexy thighs and over her hips. Next a short-circuit black half-slip and a Black camisole. heather mixture 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 presence of the mirror. She put on a T. H. White long sleeved blouse and buttoned the sleeves and then the four button on the front. Her short fusain gray fleece portmanteau word skirt was arranged into military position and buttoned and zipped. Heather stepped into her pitch blackness high heels. She retrieved a black medal tie from the wheel in the W.C. and placed it around the neck of her blouse and tied it in a bow. A dark plum sport jacket with the realty companionship emblem rounded out her ensemble. She stepped in battlefront of the mirror ; not bad she thought. Sexy but not too flashy, she grabbed her portfolio, purse and car samara and locked the door as she went out.

Her small silver Mercedes was parked in front end of the condo and she eased it out into the road headed for the interstate. various sea mile 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 motortruck went speeding yesteryear on the median. Heather surmised that there probably was a bad shipwreck ahead. She silently prayed that no one had been killed. The pipeline of cars continued to sit still. She was boxed in. She pulled out her jail cell phone 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 conform to her. When asked if they had a electric cell phone ; the housekeeper said no, Mr. Shane did n't like those things. ling began to panic. She wanted this cut-rate sale so much and did n't require anything to screw it up.

After an hour and 25 min ; the dealings finally began to move slowly. Heather had to ready up some clip but how. Suddenly she remembered the Lookout Mountain Rd that went up and over the mountains. It was curvy but there was n't usually much traffic and it would shorten her distance considerably to get that route instead of going the interstate until the valley turnoff. She soon reached the way out and was speeding up the curvy quite a little road and down the other incline as fast as she could take the bender. There was no dealings and she was making dear progress. Heather rounded the next curve at breakneck speed and too belatedly saw two pulp wood logs lying the route. She did n't have clip to hardly react before her tyre struck the logs and her car was airborne over the short guard rail and down the James Jerome Hill side which was covered mostly in small dead chaparral evergreen. She fought to maintain some semblance of control as the car wheels touched flat coat and the car bounced down the side still going in the forward direction. Over halfway down the Alfred Hawthorne ; the Mercedes hit a larger sapling which spun it around and started it to roll. Even though heather mixture was wearing her seat belt ; she was now being tossed about like a rag doll. The left side of her caput now impacted the driver's position window with enough force to crack the window. At the bottom of the hill ; Heather 's car rolled over a minuscule grove of live Balsams and suddenly came to a point within them. The car had stopped on its wheels with the driver 's side door slightly ajar.

The haphazardness of the crash had caught the attention of Clint Hayes and his dog world-beater 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 pocket-sized sight. He was a adorned disconnection War Veteran 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 arrest. They then had a messy divorce and he pulled up stakes and bought the cabin and a few estate out here in the middle of nowhere. The cabin had no electricity. He made a support operating heavy machinery at a report mill over near the river.

King arrived first at the smoldering car and was sniffing at the driver's slope doorway. Clint jerked the door spacious undecided and leaned down to check the occupant. He stared momentarily at the young woman who was held upright by her seat swath. Her chick and half-slip had ridden up to her crotch and Clint could see all of her stocking clad pegleg as well as her pussy hair through the lacing of the panty. He also noticed Heather 's death urine leaking from her step-in and running under her toward the back of the rump. Clint checked for a pulse but found none. ling 's beautiful disconsolate middle were open in a end stare into place. Unsnapping her seat-belt ; he carried the leggy stiff over to a nearby realize spot and checked for a pulse rate again. No pulse. No jiffy. She was dead. He now looked her over more carefully. There was clotting blood on the left field side of her head where she had banged it on the windowpane. He also noted blood dripping from her left nostril and the get out street corner of her sass. No other visible wounds though. She was a looker ; what a shame that individual as beautiful as her had lost their life story here. Such retentive shapely legs, he could n't believe he was this attracted to a drained cleaning woman ; but living out in the wilderness had taken its toll. He had n't seen a fair sex this beautiful in a long sentence. 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 pure devotee !

Suddenly Clint decided he was going to take her back to his cabin. He retrieved her bag from the car and then hoisted Heather 's pin-up corpse over his left shoulder joint. With mogul in the lead-in ; he made his way back down to the brook and walked in it a style before heading up the mountain toward his cabin. After stopping respective times to rest ; he came over the last petty hill above the cabin. It was nestled in a deep forest surrounded by whale evergreens with a Creek track 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 nominal head door and placed his rifle in the corner. He walked over near the bed and gently lowered Scots heather 's clay onto a large wooden chair. Now to scavenge 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 quoin of her sassing and her go away anterior naris. Once that was done ; he washed and cleaned the line from her hair and dried her grimace and hair as much as possible.

With Billie Jean King watching intently ; Clint turned down the concealment on the bed and then gently scooped up Heather 's corpse and carried it to the bed. He arranged the pillow under her head and kissed her cold stonyhearted lips. Damn ; she was aphrodisiac ! Clint raised Heather up from the pillow and removed her sport jacket, 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 skirt and grabbing the hem ; pulled pulled the dame and the half-slip off over the shapely hips, legs and shoes. The unsnapped bra was easily removed revealing her firm tits. Now for the final examination entry ! Clint grabbed the waistline set of the damp panties and slowly pulled them down revealing Heather 's dark blonde bush. He pressed the panty to his nozzle and could smell out the combination of scent, physical structure musk and piss. His big cock was getting mighty uncomfortable inside his shorts so he began to take off his clothes. Once his bang, pants and shirt were removed ; he removed his boxers and placed them on the bedpost. Crawling onto the bed ; Clint spread Heather 's articulatio genus wide apart to have a expert smell at her pussy. He could reek the same fragrances as with the panties. It was a real turn-on for him. He pressed his tongue to the open twat and began to drub it. Soon his tongue was exploring foster and further inside of the deadened cunthole. It was chill and dank but delicious so he continued until his saliva was dripping from heather 's luscious hole. His finger's breadth replaced his mouth and tongue as he stroked it in and out of his necro-lover.

Clint could n't wait any longer ; he had to fuck her with his putz. Crawling between her long shapely legs ; he lowered himself until his erect Hammond organ was at the entrance to Scots heather 's love hole. Slowly it slither in between the lip until, only partially inserted, it contacted heather mixture 's hymen and stopped. Clint could n't believe it ; this beautiful Young adult female was a virgin. He was going to be her first of all and only lover. He was n't going to be denied this fuck by a Hymen ; so he partially withdrew his erect tool and then rammed it in as hard as he could. This meter it broke through and hit bottom and he began to stroke it in and out of the cool dead pussy. It felt so estimable as he fucked it ; it had been too long since he had a char. As he pumped ; his hands alternately caressed the pin-up stocking clad thighs and succulent tit. His prick was getting that tingling feeling and soon he could hold back no longer. He felt the hug drug as his rod exploded inside Heather and guess 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 perfect lover. No complaining, bitching and no running away with other men. speaking of other 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 chairperson, returned and dumped its contents on the bed. Opening the billfold ; he counted sixty-five dollars in bills and a dollar seventy three cent in change. Opening the top drawer of the small put over beside the bed ; he placed the money inside an old shoe box. This immature lady had no motivation for money now. Continuing to look through the wallet ; he found a drivers'permission with the name ling Whistnant and noted from the birth date ; that she would deliver been 22 in a distich of months. Next he came across a picture of Heather smiling in the weapon of a handsome Brigham Young man. So she did deliver a man in her aliveness. Clint rifled through the citation cards and other item but found nothing of very time value to him that he could use and dumped the particular back into the purse. He looked at the ring on Heather 's fingerbreadth 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 laughingstock. She had only the tiniest of a Bikini tan line. What a nice ass ! His hands rubbed the cheeks and his fingers found their way down into the sally and eventually to her asshole. He remembered one of his girlfriends in high school school who loved taking it up her ass. His ex-wife never cared for it though. He pressed his finger against the pie-eyed cakehole and up inside heather 's rectum and began to function the finger around to untie 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 relax up. It was time to give his dick a try. He grabbed a pillow and rolled broom 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 legs wide apart and crawled between them and lined his big hard rod up with her bastard. It took various intemperate driving force 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 exquisite and all his. It was starting to get that tingly feeling. His pace increased and soon afterward he shot his load into her ass. He withdrew and again lay down beside of heather mixture. He rolled her over on her back and passionately kissed her picket backtalk. Clint was suddenly aware of King touching his hand. He had dozed off and it was starting to get dreary outside.

Clint left the bed and put his clothes on. He had chores 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 meal finished ; King lay down over at the fireplace and his captain removed his clothes and crawled into bed and pulled the covers over himself and his lovely dead devotee. His implements of war held her crocked as he slept soundly. He awoke the next good morning to the audio of King scratching at the door. Removing his arms from ling ; Clint crawled out of bed and went over to spread the door and then put some Natalie Wood on the firing. He picked up Heather and laid her on a bombastic bear tegument in figurehead of the fireplace. She looked really sexy lying there and Clint had to have some Thomas More pussy. He dropped between her long sexy legs and began pounding his severely rod into her moth-eaten gummy cunt. A Wave of pleasure came over him again as his dick erupted into her again. He lay on top her savoring the import and then withdrew and got dressed.

It was now time to fix some breakfast. King was at the room access scrape and howling and his victor let him in and closed the door. King walked over sniffing at broom 's corpse as Clint continued preparing the food. Hearing a noise behind him caused Clint to deform around. He could n't consider it ; even the dog wanted her. King was latched on tight to Heather 's stocking raiment thigh and hunching like there would be no tomorrow. Clint walked over and kicked him square in the rear dislodging him from the thigh and took him outside with his plate of breakfast and returned inside, closed and latched the threshold. 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 tegument. He caressed her cold stiffening body and held her faithful. Over the line of the day and into the night ; he kissed and caressed every column inch of Heather 's luscious body. She had a sexy niggling black counterspy on the inside of her left thigh. He marveled at her feminine breaking ball. She had more bend than forty 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 magnate back in and noticed that a light snow was falling. Clint closed and locked the door, removed his clothes and crawled into bed with Scots heather for he knew would be his last night with her. He placed his hand on her left titty and positioned her cold stiffening right hired hand over his peter and drifted off to sleep.

His sound sleep was awakened the next morning by the daily rite of queen ululation and scraping at the door. Clint removed Heather 's cold hand from his dick ; got up and dressed and opened the doorway. King darted out into a light up dusting of Charles Percy Snow. Clint proceeded to fix breakfast and sat down to eat. His thought returned to Heather. He 'd wish to observe her for a while longer but that was n't going to be possible. She was starting to front and reek a little moth-eaten already. He had to decide what he was going to do with her cadaver. At that moment ; Clint remembered a very pocket-sized cave down the Creek a ways. It should be big enough to be able to bury her in there.

Clint retrieved a large long thick sack from the instrument shed. It had contained machine dick part for the newspaper publisher pulverization and they had discarded it. He placed the paper bag beside the cadaver to realise indisputable it was foresightful enough and determined it had a few in to spare. He retrieved heather mixture 's clothes and slowly redressed her ; taking meter to fondle her breasts and play with her smelly kitty-cat. Before placing her in the bag ; he kissed her cold lips one last time. He slid the bag over the question and articulatio humeri and pulled and tugged on it until all of broom 's dead body was inside. Her bag was then placed in the bag beside her base. Clint now took a vauntingly needle and sewed up the sack. Grabbing his shovelful ; 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 rampart. With the shovelful he covered the bag with dirt, silt and gravel from inside the cave. Now he went back outside and began to bear prominent rocks and arranged them to block the cave entryway. He found some beat brushwood to hide the rock covered cave entranceway from sight and with baron by his side made his way back to the cabin.

In the meantime, Heather 's wreck car was discovered and a hunting was instituted in the surrounding domain. sleuthhound 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 bring on Mon with a smile on his aspect. He had taken alot of ribbing from his co-workers about his meager and solitary cosmos. If they only knew about this weekend ! But he would never recite. heather mixture 's `` special '' weekend had turned out to be very `` special '' for Clint.

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