diary of the Kosmetics killer whale ( Entry # 5 )

After the terminal death, I had to lie low for some time as police stepped up patrols and young, pretty fair sex started to lead precautions like not being alone at home at dark. I had to wait for more than a year before the next opportunity was available. And this time, she was someone close to me. She was my step- niece. I had gone to her rich parents'house for a kin reunification when I saw her. The net time I saw her was around ten years ago and I did not take lots notice of her as she was too new. Now however, she had blossomed into an achingly beautiful Young adult female. The totally afternoon I was at her planetary house, I was captivated by her flavour. Her tenacious hair's-breadth swished with every movement of her head and I could smell the fragrancy of it whenever we were near. Her spectacles instead of making her look smart as a whip actually increased my desire as I wanted to see how she would look without them. Her light pinko apparel also seemed to heighten the shape of her body. I thought I wouldn't have a fortune 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 hours later, when I knew that the residuum of the family was gone, I drove back to the house. I had no intention to bolt down her this time as she was my distant relative. So I brought along a bottle of trichloromethane I stole from a research laboratory a few months ago after my last kill. There was no need to fall apart into the theater so I simply pressed on the buzzer and waited for her to serve. The door opened and I was greeted by the same visual sense of loveliness I have seen earlier that day. She was still in the pink attire and she looked a trivial 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 the door behind me. I then took out the chloroformed soaked cloth in my pocket, stepped behind her and clamped it tight over her face while my early hand grabbed clasp of one of her breasts and held her against my body.. I felt a thrill of guilty conscience as her battle and whimpers grew delicate and eventually stopped. She was out stale. It was the first time 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 font. Her lips were slightly parted and when I leaned forward to give them a kiss, I could detect the foul aroma of trichloromethane. It didn't prevent me from enjoying a prospicient passionate kiss with the Whitney Moore Young Jr. unconscious beauty though. I then lifted up her fluent pink garb and pulled down her couple of black undies. Her vagina looked pristine and vestal. I licked and probed it with my tongue. She tasted really odoriferous.

I then pulled out my fully erect phallus and raped her with uncontrolled lustfulness as it has been very long since my last victim. I did it with me on top of her and then I changed position and flipped her onto my physical structure instead. Her soft, fragrant whisker covered my mind and I kissed her uncontrollably. Finally, I stood up and held her in a sitting spatial relation impaled on top of my penis while I finally burst into her. If she became meaning and gave birth, the baby would be my son and grandnephew. What an intriguing sentiment. She remained unconscious as I wearily lay her back down on the flooring. Looking at her serenely sleeping nerve and bleeding vagina, I realized something to my repugnance. I must stimulate been muddled by my lecherousness and stupidly revealed myself to her before knocking her out. I felt a horrible signified of guilt trip as I realise what that would have in mind for her.

Once I decided to kill her, I set out to make the in force of it. I wanted to try something different this time just to confuse the constabulary. I would coiffure her in her own swim clothing and go away her to overwhelm in her own swimming pool next to the house. I chloroformed her again just to check that she would remain unconscious as I moved on to the next region of my plan. I went to her room and searched in her closet. I found a set of skimpy green bikinis which I would have given anything to see her in. Now, it's going to happen. I pulled off her wearing apparel, and bra and fondled her just ripened breasts for a few bit while fingering her bloody vagina. I then wiped the blood line clean and pulled the Bikini bottom up her pegleg to fit snugly over her behind. I then tied the Bikini top over her breast. I then removed her deoxyephedrine. She looks totally different and hot and it seems that she is gear up for her midnight swim !

I carried her out towards the pool and took one last look at her unconscious but still live face. I then lowered gently into the syndicate where she turned belly down and slowly sunk to the butt of the pool, a current of bubbles appearing from her mouth and nose.

I enjoyed the sight her drowning for around twenty dollar bill minutes and was about to leave when I realised that by the time she was discovered in two daylight clock time when her kinsfolk returned, she would suit a bloated decomposing corpse. That would probably be too much for her parents to take away and I could also not bear the opinion of rendering this beauty into a rotting corpse. So there was only one affair I could do. I took off my clothes and jumped into the pool. Diving to the fanny, I grabbed one of her coat of arms and pulled her to the open. I have always wanted to spare a pretty woman from drowning so it was a outstanding experience for me. I pulled her by the chin and swam towards the side of the pool. There, I pulled her dripping wet, bikini clad body up onto the pond edge.

Her rim and typeface were blue and I could see that her belly was distended from swallowing water supply. She was of course no longer breathing by then. I knew that CPR would be futile so I tried it on her just for fun. I gave her deep breast compressions and mouth to utter French people kissing which has always been a fancy of mine. Her dresser rose beautifully with each breath I forced into her dead lungs but deflated again when I removed my oral fissure from hers. I also tried to remove the water from her bloated belly by pressing laborious onto it causing water supply to spray out from her backtalk and nostrils. I had fun doing CPR and Heimlich on her beautiful drowned soundbox for almost an hour and I was getting so aroused with this futile but aphrodisiac CPR that I pulled down her two-piece and raped her corpse one Thomas More time. By then, she was very blue and was almost dry and her abdomen was flat once more.

I pulled her bikini keister back on, carried her back into the star sign and placed her on her bed. I switched on the air con to slow down her vector decomposition so she would still look good when they discover her .I then dried her torso and hair and helped comb out her fuzz until it looked corking and tidy. I decided to celebrate her bra and undies as a token so I left her Bikini on as I pulled her wearing apparel back over her body. I then applied a layer of instauration on her look to pass over her bluish complexion. Next, I used blusher to consecrate her a tidy flushed look. I then applied some bright red lipstick, green eye shadow and purple mascara to complete her new Wiley Post mortem look. Finally, I placed her glasses back on her face. I thought she looked prettier now than when she was alive. I took some pic of her before leaving.

It was really kind for her to provide so much enjoyment for her lonely step uncle .