Heather awoke on this Friday sunrise ready to begin her daily routine. The 21 yr old beauty had her usual breakfast of juice, fruit and a crispen muffin. She then put whisker back into a short pony bum and got into her jogging suit and shoes for her usual run.

As she began to run ; she thought about her day. Calluna vulgaris was a real estate federal agent for her uncle Don 's agency. She was doing quite well in substantial estate and would be driving about a hundred Swedish mile north of there today to testify a yoke a fantastic flock ranch valued in the gazillion. If she could pull this off it would be by far her biggest sales agreement. Her thought now drifted to her steady boy-friend Brian and their day of the month tonight. Brian was taking her to a very sole eating house and had said he had something very limited to ask her. She was almost sure he would advise. Brian had tickets for a concert Saturday night featuring her favorite rock group. heather mixture was on top of the humanity as she ended her run back at the condo where she lived. She had a feeling this was going to be a very special weekend.

She entered the door and quickly pulled off her shoe, top and pants and placed them in her sleeping accommodation closet. Entering the bathroom ; she let down the pony empennage and unsnapped her bra, removed her panties and socks and placed them in the dirty clothes hamper. Heather lingered for a bit in front of the full-length mirror admiring her well-tanned 5'9 '' 120 lb curvaceous physical body. She wanted to be sexy for Brian ; especially tonight. But she had to get going The hot shower felt undecomposed 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 dash her hair. A little more work and she was satisfied with the crinkly scroll. Now to get dressed, she pulled out a black lacy bra from her underwear draftsman ; then snapped it and arranged the cups over her size 36C boob. A matching pair of bootleg lace French cut pantie slid easily up her sexy thigh and over her hips. Next a short black petticoat and a shameful camisole. Heather sat down on the bed and slowly rolled her lace-top sunburn thigh-hi stockings up her long sexy legs and into place. She went back into the bathroom and put on her lip rouge and makeup in forepart of the mirror. She put on a white long sleeved blouse and buttoned the arm and then the four buttons on the social movement. Her inadequate fusain grey-headed woollen portmanteau skirt was arranged into status and buttoned and zipped. Heather stepped into her black high cad. She retrieved a black ribbon tie from the stand in the closet and placed it around the neck opening of her blouse and tied it in a bow. A non-white plum blazer with the realty caller emblem rounded out her tout ensemble. She stepped in front of the mirror ; not bad she thought. Sexy but not too jazzy, she grabbed her portfolio, purse and car Francis Scott Key and locked the room access as she went out.

Her small flatware Mercedes was parked in front of the condo and she eased it out into the road headed for the interstate highway. several Admiralty mile down the interstate the traffic came to a Australian crawl and then stopped completely. I hope this traffic jam does n't last long ; she thought. Soon an ambulance and fire truck went speeding past 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 elevator car continued to sit still. She was boxed in. She pulled out her cell phone 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 play her. When asked if they had a cell speech sound ; the housekeeper said no, Mr. Shane did n't like those things. heather mixture began to panic. She wanted this sale so practically and did n't desire anything to fuck it up.

After an 60 minutes and 25 min ; the traffic finally began to run slowly. Calluna vulgaris had to make up some time but how. Suddenly she remembered the sentry spate Rd that went up and over the plenty. It was curvy but there was n't usually a good deal traffic and it would foreshorten her distance considerably to bring that road instead of going the interstate until the vale turnoff. She soon reached the outlet and was speeding up the curvy mountain road and down the other slope as fast as she could conduct the curves. There was no traffic and she was making good progress. Heather rounded the next curved shape at breakneck speed and too late saw two flesh forest logs lying the road. She did n't suffer clip to hardly react before her tyre struck the log and her car was airborne over the short-change safety runway and down the Hill side which was covered mostly in humble perfectly scrub evergreens. She fought to maintain some semblance of command as the car rack touched ground and the car bounced down the incline still going in the forward-moving management. Over halfway down the James Jerome Hill ; the Mercedes hit a larger sapling which spun it around and started it to roll. Even though Heather was wearing her stern belt ; she was now being tossed about like a rag doll. The allow incline of her top dog now impacted the driver's side windowpane with enough force to check the window. At the bottom of the James Jerome Hill ; Calluna vulgaris 's car rolled over a small grove of live Balsams and suddenly came to a stop within them. The car had stopped on its wheels with the driver 's side of meat door slightly ajar.

The disturbance of the crash had caught the attention of Clint Hayes and his dog Billie Jean Moffitt King as they were crossing a nearby Creek. They made their way in the counseling the stochasticity had come from to see what had happened. Clint lived in a cabin with his dog just across the following small mountain. He was a ornament Gulf War Veteran who had come home from the war to find his wife of 10 eld had been cheating on him. In the confrontation that followed ; he had punched her which had led to his check. They then had a messy divorce and he pulled up interest and bought the cabin and a few acres out here in the middle of nowhere. The cabin had no electricity. He made a life operating grueling machinery at a composition grinder over near the river.

Martin Luther King arrived first at the smoldering car and was sniffing at the driver's position door. Clint jerked the threshold wide open and leaned down to check the occupant. He stared momentarily at the young fair sex who was held upright piano by her backside belt. Her skirt and petticoat had ridden up to her genitals and Clint could see all of her stocking enclothe legs as well as her pussy whisker through the lacing of the step-in. He also noticed broom 's end urine leaking from her step-in and running under her toward the back of the seat. Clint checked for a heart rate but found none. Heather 's beautiful amobarbital sodium centre were open in a death stare into space. Unsnapping her seat-belt ; he carried the leggy stiff over to a nearby clear-cut spot and checked for a pulse again. No beat. No pulse. She was dead. He now looked her over more carefully. There was clotting blood on the left field side of her head word where she had banged it on the window. He also noted blood dripping from her left nostril and the left corner of her mouth. No other visible injury though. She was a watcher ; what a shame that mortal as beautiful as her had lost their life here. Such long shapely legs, he could n't believe he was this attracted to a dead fair sex ; but living out in the wild had taken its toll. He had n't seen a woman this beautiful in a recollective clip. 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 staring lover !

Suddenly Clint decided he was going to take her back to his cabin. He retrieved her purse from the car and then hoisted ling 's cover girl remains over his exit shoulder. With King in the track ; he made his way back down to the creek and walked in it a way of life before heading up the great deal toward his cabin. After stopping respective times to rest ; he came over the utmost little hill above the cabin. It was nestled in a recondite timberland surrounded by giant evergreen with a creek track nearby. Clint had rigged up a hand ticker in the cabin so he did n't accept to go down to the creek to get water supply. Clint entered the front end door and placed his rifle in the corner. He walked over near the bed and gently lowered Heather 's corpse onto a large wooden chair. Now to houseclean her up a little he thought. After filling a washpan with water ; Clint began to gently wash the rake from the side of Heather 's aspect, the corners of her backtalk and her leftfield nostril. Once that was done ; he washed and cleaned the blood from her fuzz and dried her side and hair as much as possible.

With King watching intently ; Clint turned down the cover charge 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 unfeeling rim. shucks ; she was sexy ! Clint raised heather mixture up from the pillow and removed her sports jacket, her palm tie and her Edward D. White blouse. Still holding her upright piano ; he removed the underbodice and unsnapped the lace bra and slowly lowered her back to the pillow. He unbuttoned and unzipped her Louis Harold Gray skirt and grabbing the hem ; pulled pulled the annulus and the half-slip off over the shapely hips, leg and shoes. The unsnapped bra was easily removed revealing her firm tits. Now for the concluding launching ! Clint grabbed the waist band of the muffle step-in and slowly pulled them down revealing Heather 's wickedness blonde bush. He pressed the panties to his nose and could smack the combination of perfume, body musk and water. His big dick was getting mighty uncomfortable inside his shorts so he began to take off his clothes. Once his charge, pants and shirt were removed ; he removed his short pants and placed them on the bedpost. Crawling onto the bed ; Clint spread Heather 's knees full apart to induce a proficient face at her pussy. He could smell the same fragrances as with the step-in. It was a real turn-on for him. He pressed his spit to the open slit and began to lick it. Soon his tongue was exploring further and further inside of the numb cunthole. It was chill and clammy but delectable so he continued until his saliva was dripping from Heather 's luscious muddle. His finger replaced his mouth and natural language as he stroked it in and out of his necro-lover.

Clint could n't waitress any longer ; he had to make out her with his dick. Crawling between her long shapely legs ; he lowered himself until his erect organ was at the entree to Heather 's love golf hole. Slowly it slip in between the sass until, only partially inserted, it contacted Heather 's hymen and stopped. Clint could n't think it ; this beautiful young womanhood was a virgin. He was going to be her starting time and only lover. He was n't going to be denied this fuck by a hymen ; so he partially withdrew his erect dick and then rammed it in as difficult as he could. This clip it broke through and hit rear end and he began to stroke it in and out of the nerveless dead pussy. It felt so in force as he fucked it ; it had been too long since he had a cleaning lady. As he pumped ; his men alternately caressed the endearing stocking clad thighs and succulent breasts. His pecker was getting that tingling feeling and soon he could defend back no longer. He felt the ecstasy as his rod exploded inside Heather and dead reckoning wave after of hot cum into her beautiful corpse. Spent ; he slid off and lay down beside the body and played with her sticky pussy. He had the arrant lover. No complaining, bitching and no running away with other men. speech production of other men ; he wondered if there had been a man in Heather 's living. If there was ; that man certainly had lost a treasure.

Clint got up and retrieved Heather 's pocketbook from the chairman, returned and dumped its capacity on the bed. Opening the billfold ; he counted sixty-five one dollar bill in bills and a dollar seventy three centime in change. Opening the top drawer of the small remit beside the bed ; he placed the money inside an old horseshoe box. This young lady had no motive for money now. Continuing to look through the wallet ; he found a device driver'permission with the name heather mixture Whistnant and noted from the birth engagement ; that she would have been 22 in a duet of calendar month. Next he came across a picture of Heather smiling in the weaponry of a well-favored young man. So she did induce a man in her life. Clint rifled through the course credit carte and other item but found naught of rattling note value to him that he could use and dumped the particular back into the handbag. He looked at the ring on Scots heather 's finger's breadth 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 manpower rubbed the cheeks and his fingers found their way down into the pass and eventually to her asshole. He remembered one of his girlfriends in high school who loved taking it up her ass. His ex-wife never cared for it though. He pressed his fingerbreadth against the tight muddle and up inside Heather 's rectum and began to put to work the digit around to loosen her up further. His dick was getting very hard again as he pumped his finger in and out. After awhile he got two fingers inside and her asshole really began to loosen up. It was clock 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 whoreson. It took several hard stab to fully entomb his rod in her ass. Clint kissed her cool back and neck as he stroked his shaft in and out. She was keen and all his. It was starting to get that tingly tone. 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 blench lips. Clint was suddenly aware of King touching his script. He had dozed off and it was starting to get morose outside.

Clint left the bed and put his clothes on. He had chore to do before supper. King led the way as he went outside the cabin. After the chore were finished ; they returned and Clint prepared supper for both of them. With the meal finished ; baron lay down over at the fireplace and his master removed his dress and crawled into bed and pulled the natural covering over himself and his cover girl dead lover. His arms held her tight as he slept soundly. He awoke the following forenoon to the phone of King scratching at the door. Removing his weapon system from Scots heather ; Clint crawled out of bed and went over to open the door and then put some wood on the fire. He picked up heather mixture and laid her on a large bear skin in battlefront of the hearth. She looked really sexy lying there and Clint had to have some more pussy. He dropped between her long aphrodisiacal legs and began pounding his difficult rod into her inhuman gummy slit. A wave of pleasure came over him again as his dick erupted into her again. He lay on top her savoring the moment and then withdrew and got dressed.

It was now clip to fix some breakfast. King was at the door scratching and howling and his master let him in and closed the doorway. King walked over sniffing at Heather 's corpse as Clint continued preparing the solid food. Hearing a dissonance behind him caused Clint to wrench around. He could n't trust it ; even the dog wanted her. big businessman was latched on tight to Heather 's stocking invest thigh and hunching like there would be no tomorrow. Clint walked over and kicked him square in the keister dislodging him from the thigh and took him outside with his plate of breakfast and returned inside, closed and latched the doorway. 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 frigid stiffening physical structure and held her closing. Over the course of study of the day and into the night ; he kissed and caressed every inch of ling 's delectable body. She had a sexy minuscule total darkness mole on the interior of her left thigh. He marveled at her feminine curve ball. She had more bender than forty air mile 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 business leader back in and noticed that a light snowfall was falling. Clint closed and locked the doorway, removed his clothes and crawled into bed with Heather for he knew would be his last night with her. He placed his hand on her left breast and positioned her inhuman stiffening right hand over his dick and drifted off to slumber.

His audio sleep was awakened the next morning by the daily rite of baron ululation and scratching at the doorway. Clint removed heather mixture 's stale hired hand from his dick ; got up and dressed and opened the threshold. queen darted out into a light dusting of snowfall. Clint proceeded to fix breakfast and sat down to eat. His thoughts returned to heather. He 'd like to keep her for a spell longer but that was n't going to be possible. She was starting to calculate and smell a slight cold already. He had to decide what he was going to do with her cadaver. At that consequence ; Clint remembered a very belittled cave down the creek a ways. It should be big enough to be able to bury her in there.

Clint retrieved a orotund long thick sack from the pecker shed. It had contained simple machine prick parts for the paper John Stuart Mill and they had discarded it. He placed the release beside the remains to make surely it was foresightful enough and determined it had a few inches to save. He retrieved Heather 's apparel and slowly redressed her ; taking time to fondle her breast and play with her smelly pussy. Before placing her in the bag ; he kissed her cold lips one last time. He slid the bag over the principal and berm and pulled and tugged on it until all of ling 's body was inside. Her purse was then placed in the bag beside her human foot. Clint now took a large acerate leaf and sewed up the sack. Grabbing his digger ; he placed the bag over his shoulder 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 wall. With the shovelful he covered the bag with dirt, silt and crushed rock from inside the cave. Now he went back outside and began to carry large rocks and arranged them to bar the cave ingress. He found some numb brush to veil the rock covered spelunk entrance from persuasion and with Rex by his position made his way back to the cabin.

In the lag, Heather 's bust up car was discovered and a search was instituted in the wall area. bloodhound were brought in and tracked a aroma to the brook where Clint had entered it. There the trail went cold and after several days the hunt was called off. Clint had returned to wreak on Monday with a smile on his case. 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 differentiate. Heather 's `` special '' weekend had turned out to be very `` special '' for Clint.

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