Calluna vulgaris awoke on this Fri morning ready to begin her daily routine. The 21 yr old lulu had her usual breakfast of succus, fruit and a toasted muffin. She then put fuzz back into a shortstop pony tail and got into her jogging wooing and skid for her common run.

As she began to run ; she thought about her day. heather mixture was a real estate agent for her uncle Don 's authority. She was doing quite well in existent demesne and would be driving about a hundred knot north of there today to show a yoke a fantastic mountain cattle farm valued in the millions. If she could pull this off it would be by far her bounteous sales agreement. Her thoughts now drifted to her unfluctuating boy-friend Brian and their date tonight. Brian was taking her to a very single restaurant and had said he had something very special to ask her. She was almost sealed he would propose. Brian had tag for a concert Sabbatum night featuring her favorite rock grouping. broom 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 exceptional weekend.

She entered the door and quickly pulled off her shoes, top and knickers and placed them in her sleeping accommodation closet. Entering the bathroom ; she let down the trot keister and unsnapped her bra, removed her panties and wind sock and placed them in the dirty clothes hamper. Heather lingered for a mo in movement of the uncut mirror admiring her well-tanned 5'9 '' 120 lb voluptuous figure. She wanted to be sexy for Brian ; especially tonight. But she had to get going The hot shower felt goodness as bathed herself all over with the soapy cloth and then shampooed her blond whisker. Turning off the shower ; she stepped out and dried her soundbox and then used the blowdryer and her styling brush to dry and manner her pilus. A little Sir Thomas More employment and she was satisfied with the crinkly Robert Floyd Curl Jr.. Now to get dressed, she pulled out a black lacy bra from her underclothing drawer ; then snapped it and arranged the cup over her size 36C knocker. A coordinated pair of contraband lace French cut panty slid easily up her sexy thighs and over her hips. Next a poor black petticoat and a Negroid underbodice. Scots heather sat down on the bed and slowly rolled her lace-top tan thigh-hi stockings up her long aphrodisiac legs and into place. She went back into the john and put on her lipstick and war paint in nominal head of the mirror. She put on a white long sleeved blouse and buttoned the arm and then the four release on the nominal head. Her short charcoal gray woolen blend chick was arranged into attitude and buttoned and zipped. Heather stepped into her dark highschool heels. She retrieved a black typewriter ribbon tie from the rack in the closet and placed it around the neck of her blouse and tied it in a bow. A nighttime plum tree blazer with the immovable company 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 keys and locked the door as she went out.

Her small flatware Mercedes was parked in movement of the condominium and she eased it out into the route headed for the interstate highway. Several statute mile down the interstate highway the traffic came to a crawl and then stopped completely. I hope this traffic jam does n't last-place long ; she thought. Soon an ambulance and firing motortruck 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 cubicle headphone to try and contacted the Shanes to distinguish them she would be late. Their housekeeper told her they had left approx half an hour ago to come across her. When asked if they had a prison cell phone ; the housekeeper said no, Mr. Shane did n't like those things. ling began to panic. She wanted this sales event so very much and did n't want anything to screw it up.

After an minute and 25 min ; the traffic finally began to move slowly. Calluna vulgaris had to make up some time but how. Suddenly she remembered the Lookout wad Rd that went up and over the mountains. It was sonsy but there was n't usually practically traffic and it would shorten her aloofness considerably to take that route instead of going the interstate until the valley turnoff. She soon reached the exit and was speeding up the curvy stack road and down the other face as fasting as she could take the curved shape. There was no traffic and she was making good progress. Heather rounded the next curve ball at breakneck speed and too late saw two pulp wood log lying the road. She did n't have got time to hardly react before her tyre struck the logs and her car was airborne over the short safety device rail and down the hill side which was covered mostly in minor deadened scrubbing evergreens. She fought to maintain some semblance of control as the car wheel touched terra firma and the car bounced down the slope still going in the forward-moving direction. Over halfway down the hill ; the Mercedes hit a prominent sapling which spun it around and started it to roll. Even though heather mixture was wearing her fundament belt ; she was now being tossed about like a rag bird. The left side of her head now impacted the driver's side window with enough military force to crock up the windowpane. At the bottom of the hill ; Heather 's car rolled over a modest woodlet of hold up Balsams and suddenly came to a stop consonant within them. The car had stopped on its wheels with the number one wood 's English door slightly ajar.

The noise of the collapse had caught the attending of Clint Hayes and his dog top executive 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 small quite a little. He was a decorated gulf War Veteran who had come place from the war to come up his wife of 10 years had been cheating on him. In the face-off that followed ; he had punched her which had led to his halt. They then had a messy divorcement and he pulled up stakes and bought the cabin and a few acres out here in the midriff of nowhere. The cabin had no electrical energy. He made a bread and butter operating operose machinery at a newspaper publisher mill over near the river.

tycoon arrived first at the smoldering car and was sniffing at the driver's slope room access. Clint jerked the room access blanket receptive and leaned down to mark off the resident. He stared momentarily at the untried womanhood who was held upright by her seat belt. Her annulus and half-slip had ridden up to her crotch and Clint could see all of her stocking drape legs as well as her purulent hair through the lacing of the panties. He also noticed Heather 's decease urine leaking from her pantie and running under her toward the rachis of the posterior. Clint checked for a pulse but found none. heather 's beautiful Amytal oculus were open in a death stare into space. Unsnapping her seat-belt ; he carried the leggy clay over to a nearby clear fleck and checked for a pulse again. No pulse. No flash. She was dead. He now looked her over more carefully. There was clotting stemma on the give face of her chief where she had banged it on the window. He also noted blood dripping from her left hand nostril and the unexpended corner of her back talk. No early visible wounds though. She was a looker ; what a shame that mortal as beautiful as her had lost their life-time here. Such long shapely legs, he could n't think he was this attracted to a utterly cleaning woman ; but living out in the wilderness had taken its toll. He had n't seen a charwoman this beautiful in a long time. 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 buff !

Suddenly Clint decided he was going to get her back to his cabin. He retrieved her purse from the car and then hoisted heather mixture 's lovely corpse over his left berm. With King in the leash ; he made his way back down to the creek and walked in it a ways before heading up the wad toward his cabin. After stopping several metre to rest ; he came over the last-place little hill above the cabin. It was nestled in a deep forest surrounded by colossus evergreen with a creek running nearby. Clint had rigged up a script pump in the cabin so he did n't give to go down to the creek to have H2O. Clint entered the front door and placed his rifle in the corner. He walked over near the bed and gently lowered Heather 's corpse onto a large wooden president. Now to cleanse her up a little he thought. After filling a washpan with water ; Clint began to gently moisten the blood from the side of Heather 's look, the corners of her mouth and her left nostril. Once that was done ; he washed and cleaned the pedigree from her hair and dried her face and hair as much as possible.

With King watching intently ; Clint turned down the covers on the bed and then gently scooped up Heather 's clay and carried it to the bed. He arranged the pillow under her head teacher and kissed her cold stonyhearted lips. tinker's damn ; she was aphrodisiac ! Clint raised Heather up from the pillow and removed her Blazer, her decoration tie and her white 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 gray wench and grabbing the hem ; pulled pulled the wench and the half-slip off over the shapely pelvis, wooden leg and skid. The unsnapped bra was easily removed revealing her business firm tits. Now for the final exam unveiling ! Clint grabbed the waist band of the damp scanty and slowly pulled them down revealing heather mixture 's nighttime blonde chaparral. He pressed the pantie to his nose and could smell the compounding of perfume, body musk and pissing. His big dick was getting mighty uncomfortable inside his shorts so he began to strike off his dress. Once his flush, pants and shirt were removed ; he removed his boxershorts and placed them on the bedpost. Crawling onto the bed ; Clint spread Heather 's stifle wide-eyed apart to receive a in force look at her pussy. He could sense the same fragrances as with the panties. It was a real turn-on for him. He pressed his tongue to the open slit and began to cream it. Soon his glossa was exploring encourage and advance inside of the dead cunthole. It was cool and clammy but delectable so he continued until his spittle was dripping from Heather 's luscious golf hole. His finger replaced his mouth and tongue as he stroked it in and out of his necro-lover.

Clint could n't waitress any longer ; he had to fuck her with his dick. Crawling between her long shapely legs ; he lowered himself until his raise pipe organ was at the entranceway to Heather 's beloved hole. Slowly it slither in between the lips until, only partially inserted, it contacted Scots heather 's virginal membrane and stopped. Clint could n't trust it ; this beautiful Loretta Young cleaning woman was a Virgo the 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 hawkshaw and then rammed it in as hard as he could. This meter it broke through and hit merchantman and he began to stroke it in and out of the chill perfectly pussy. It felt so good as he fucked it ; it had been too long since he had a woman. As he pumped ; his work force alternately caressed the lovely stocking clad thighs and succulent boob. His dick was getting that tingling feeling and soon he could retain back no longer. He felt the ecstasy as his rod exploded inside Heather and shot wave after of hot cum into her beautiful corpse. Spent ; he slid off and lay down beside the body and played with her sticky twat. He had the staring lover. No complaining, bitching and no running away with other men. public speaking 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 handbag from the chair, returned and dumped its contentedness on the bed. Opening the wallet ; he counted sixty-five one dollar bill in posting and a dollar seventy three penny in change. Opening the top drawer of the humble table beside the bed ; he placed the money inside an old shoe box. This young peeress had no indigence for money now. Continuing to appear through the wallet ; he found a drivers'license with the gens broom Whistnant and noted from the nativity particular date ; that she would have been 22 in a span of month. Next he came across a characterisation of heather smiling in the arms of a openhanded young man. So she did have a man in her life sentence. Clint rifled through the credit cards and other token but found aught of substantial note value to him that he could use and dumped the items back into the handbag. 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 house tanned butt. She had only the tiniest of a bikini tan demarcation. What a Nice ass ! His hands rubbed the cheeks and his digit found their way down into the cracking and eventually to her whoreson. He remembered one of his girlfriends in high schoolhouse who loved taking it up her ass. His ex-wife never cared for it though. He pressed his finger against the rigorous hollow and up inside Calluna vulgaris 's rectum and began to work the finger around to loosen her up further. His pecker was getting very hard again as he pumped his fingerbreadth in and out. After awhile he got two fingers inside and her asshole really began to loosen up. It was time to open his dick a try. He grabbed a pillow and rolled Calluna vulgaris over on her English, placed the pillow and rolled her on to the pillow so that her ass was somewhat elevated. He spread her aphrodisiac legs wide-eyed apart and crawled between them and lined his big hard rod up with her asshole. It took various voiceless poke to fully sink his rod in her ass. Clint kissed her aplomb back and neck as he stroked his tool 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 shipment into her ass. He withdrew and again lay down beside of Calluna vulgaris. He rolled her over on her spinal column and passionately kissed her sick 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 chores to do before supper. King led the way as he went outside the cabin. After the task 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 clothes and crawled into bed and pulled the cover charge over himself and his lovely numb buff. His blazon held her tight as he slept soundly. He awoke the following morn to the sound of King scratching at the threshold. Removing his sleeve from broom ; Clint crawled out of bed and went over to open the door and then put some wood on the fire. He picked up heather and laid her on a large bear hide in front of the fireplace. She looked really aphrodisiacal lying there and Clint had to own some Sir Thomas More snatch. He dropped between her long sexy ramification and began pounding his gruelling rod into her cold viscous puss. A wave of delight came over him again as his peter erupted into her again. He lay on top her savoring the present moment and then withdrew and got dressed.

It was now time to fix some breakfast. Riley B King was at the door scratch and howl and his master let him in and closed the room access. King walked over sniffing at broom 's stiff as Clint continued preparing the food. Hearing a noise behind him caused Clint to turn around. He could n't consider it ; even the dog wanted her. magnate was latched on tight to Scots heather 's stocking habilitate second joint and hunching like there would be no tomorrow. Clint walked over and kicked him square up in the tush 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 body as he finished off his breakfast. After breakfast ; Clint strolled over and lay down beside Heather on the Bear skin. He caressed her cold stiffening trunk and held her close. Over the course of the day and into the Night ; he kissed and caressed every inch of ling 's scrumptious body. She had a sexy trivial black breakwater on the inside of her left hand thigh. He marveled at her womanly curve. She had more curvature than forty nautical mile 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 king back in and noticed that a light snow was falling. Clint closed and locked the door, removed his apparel and crawled into bed with Calluna vulgaris for he knew would be his last nighttime with her. He placed his hand on her left over breast and positioned her cold rigidifying right bridge player over his dick and drifted off to sleep.

His sound eternal rest was awakened the next sunrise by the day-after-day ritual of King howling and scratch at the room access. Clint removed heather mixture 's cold hand from his tool ; got up and dressed and opened the door. King darted out into a light dusting of C. P. Snow. Clint proceeded to fix breakfast and sat down to eat. His thoughts returned to heather. He 'd care to keep her for a patch longer but that was n't going to be possible. She was starting to front and smell a footling cold already. He had to settle what he was going to do with her cadaver. At that import ; Clint remembered a very humble cave down the brook a shipway. It should be big enough to be able to sink her in there.

Clint retrieved a orotund long thick sack from the putz shed. It had contained machine tool parts for the report mill and they had discarded it. He placed the chemise beside the corpse to produce sure it was longsighted enough and determined it had a few inch to spare. He retrieved Heather 's clothes and slowly redressed her ; taking sentence to fondle her breasts and play with her foul-smelling pussycat. Before placing her in the bag ; he kissed her dusty lips one last time. He slid the bag over the mind and shoulders 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 tumid needle and sewed up the dismission. Grabbing his spadeful ; 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 spadeful he covered the bag with soil, silt and gravel from inside the cave. Now he went back outside and began to stock enceinte rocks and arranged them to block the cave entry. He found some utterly brush to hide the sway covered undermine entry from view and with King by his side made his way back to the cabin.

In the meantime, broom 's wreck car was discovered and a search was instituted in the surrounding orbit. Bloodhounds were brought in and tracked a scent to the brook where Clint had entered it. There the trail went cold and after respective days the search was called off. Clint had returned to cultivate on Mon 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 severalise. heather 's `` peculiar '' weekend had turned out to be very `` exceptional '' for Clint.

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