Heather awoke on this Fri morning ready to start her daily routine. The 21 yr old beaut had her common breakfast of juice, yield and a crispen muffin. She then put hair back into a short pony tail and got into her jogging suit of clothes and shoes for her usual run.

As she began to run ; she thought about her day. heather was a tangible the three estates agent for her uncle Don 's agency. She was doing quite well in veridical estate and would be driving about a hundred land mile north of there today to show a dyad a howling mountain ranch valued in the meg. If she could rend this off it would be by far her enceinte sale. Her thoughts now drifted to her unwavering boy-friend Brian and their date tonight. Brian was taking her to a very sole restaurant and had said he had something very special to ask her. She was almost certain he would propose. Brian had slate for a concert Saturday night featuring her pet rock candy group. Calluna vulgaris was on top of the world as she ended her run back at the condo where she lived. She had a opinion this was going to be a very particular weekend.

She entered the door and quickly pulled off her brake shoe, top and pants and placed them in her sleeping accommodation closet. Entering the bathroom ; she let down the pony stern and unsnapped her bra, removed her pantie and socks and placed them in the dirty apparel hamper. Heather lingered for a moment in presence 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 exhibitor felt full as bathed herself all over with the soapy cloth and then shampooed her blond tomentum. Turning off the shower ; she stepped out and dried her body and then used the blowdryer and her styling brush to dry and trend her hairsbreadth. A little more workplace and she was satisfied with the crinkled curl. Now to get dressed, she pulled out a disastrous lacy bra from her underwear drawer ; then snapped it and arranged the cups over her size 36C breasts. A jibe pair of lightlessness lace Gallic cut panty slid easily up her sexy thigh and over her hips. Next a short 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 aphrodisiacal ramification and into place. She went back into the can and put on her lipstick and makeup in forepart of the mirror. She put on a blank long sleeved blouse and buttoned the sleeves and then the four push on the front. Her short charcoal gray wool blend skirt was arranged into position and buttoned and zipped. heather mixture stepped into her black eminent heels. She retrieved a black ribbon tie from the rack in the closet and placed it around the neck opening of her blouse and tied it in a bow. A dark plum blazer with the realty company emblem rounded out her tout ensemble. She stepped in front line of the mirror ; not bad she thought. Sexy but not too loud, she grabbed her portfolio, purse and car keys and locked the threshold as she went out.

Her small silver Mercedes was parked in front of the condo and she eased it out into the road headed for the interstate highway. various Admiralty mile down the interstate 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 fervidness hand truck went speeding past times 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 telephone 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 fill her. When asked if they had a cell telephone ; the housekeeper said no, Mr. Shane did n't like those affair. ling 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 traffic finally began to move slowly. heather had to do up some meter but how. Suddenly she remembered the Lookout Mountain Rd that went up and over the mountains. It was full-bosomed but there was n't usually much traffic and it would shorten her distance considerably to take that route instead of going the interstate until the vale turnoff. She soon reached the expiration and was speeding up the curvy sight road and down the former side as fast as she could withdraw the bend. There was no dealings and she was making soundly progress. Heather rounded the next curvature at breakneck speed and too recently saw two pulp wood logs lying the road. She did n't cause clock time to hardly react before her tyre struck the logs and her car was airborne over the short guard duty rail and down the hill face which was covered mostly in small dead bush evergreen plant. She fought to maintain some gloss of restraint as the car rack touched ground and the car bounced down the side still going in the forward focus. Over halfway down the J. J. Hill ; the Mercedes hit a expectant sapling which spun it around and started it to turn over. Even though Heather was wearing her arse bang ; she was now being tossed about like a rag doll. The left side of her head now impacted the driver's side window with decent force to snap the windowpane. At the bottom of the hill ; Heather 's car rolled over a small grove of go Balsams and suddenly came to a stop within them. The car had stopped on its wheel with the driver 's side doorway slightly ajar.

The noise of the clangoring had caught the attention of Clint Helen Hayes and his dog B. B. King as they were crossing a nearby creek. They made their way in the instruction the noise had come from to see what had happened. Clint lived in a cabin with his dog just across the next diminished pot. He was a deck Gulf War veteran soldier who had come menage from the war to happen his wife of 10 years had been cheating on him. In the opposition that followed ; he had punched her which had led to his pinch. They then had a messy divorce and he pulled up wager and bought the cabin and a few acres out here in the middle of nowhere. The cabin had no electricity. He made a living operating heavy machinery at a paper mill over near the river.

King arrived first at the smoldering car and was sniffing at the driver's side door. Clint jerked the door wide open and leaned down to check the resident. He stared momentarily at the young char who was held upright by her stern belt. Her skirt and half-slip had ridden up to her crotch and Clint could see all of her stocking clad pegleg as well as her kitty-cat hair through the lace of the step-in. He also noticed heather 's expiry pee leaking from her pantie and running under her toward the cover of the nates. Clint checked for a pulse but found none. Heather 's beautiful blueness eyes were open in a destruction stare into blank space. Unsnapping her seat-belt ; he carried the long-legged stiff over to a nearby clear stain and checked for a pulse again. No pulse. No New York minute. She was absolutely. He now looked her over more carefully. There was clotting blood on the left side of meat of her head where she had banged it on the windowpane. He also noted blood dripping from her leftfield nostril and the left corner of her sass. No other visible wounds though. She was a ravisher ; what a shame that someone 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 woman ; but living out in the wilderness had taken its toll. He had n't seen a woman this beautiful in a long time. His ex-wife had been attractive but this one put her to disgrace. This one would n't object to anything that was done to her now. What a perfect tense 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 pin-up cadaver over his left berm. With King in the trail ; 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 pillow ; he came over the final little hill above the cabin. It was nestled in a late forest surrounded by giant evergreen with a brook running nearby. Clint had rigged up a hand pump in the cabin so he did n't give birth to go down to the brook to have water. Clint entered the forepart door and placed his rifle in the recession. He walked over near the bed and gently lowered heather 's corpse onto a large wooden hot seat. Now to clean her up a little he thought. After filling a washpan with water ; Clint began to gently wash the lineage from the incline of Calluna vulgaris 's face, the corners of her mouth and her get out nostril. Once that was done ; he washed and cleaned the blood from her hair and dried her face and pilus as much as possible.

With King watching intently ; Clint turned down the covers on the bed and then gently scooped up Heather 's corpse and carried it to the bed. He arranged the pillow under her header and kissed her common cold unfeeling brim. Damn ; she was sexy ! Clint raised Calluna vulgaris up from the pillow and removed her Blazer, her ribbon tie and her bloodless 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 greyness skirt and grabbing the hem ; pulled pulled the skirt and the half-slip off over the shapely articulatio coxae, legs and brake shoe. The unsnapped bra was easily removed revealing her firm tits. Now for the terminal first appearance ! Clint grabbed the waist stria of the dampen panties and slowly pulled them down revealing Heather 's nighttime blonde bush. He pressed the panties to his nozzle and could smell the combining of perfume, body musk and weewee. His big dick was getting mighty uncomfortable inside his shorts so he began to take off his apparel. Once his kicking, bloomers and shirt were removed ; he removed his shorts and placed them on the bedpost. Crawling onto the bed ; Clint spread heather mixture 's articulatio genus wide apart to have a beneficial look at her twat. He could sense the Lapp fragrances as with the panties. It was a veridical turn-on for him. He pressed his tongue to the open slit and began to lick it. Soon his tongue was exploring boost and further inside of the idle cunthole. It was cool and clammy but delightful so he continued until his saliva was dripping from Heather 's scrumptious hollow. His finger's breadth replaced his oral fissure and knife 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 dick. Crawling between her hanker shapely legs ; he lowered himself until his rear organ was at the ingress to heather 's love yap. Slowly it slid in between the mouth until, only partially inserted, it contacted Heather 's maidenhead and stopped. Clint could n't believe it ; this beautiful youth woman was a 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 dick and then rammed it in as hard as he could. This time it broke through and hit tail end and he began to stroke it in and out of the chill utterly pussy. It felt so good as he fucked it ; it had been too long since he had a woman. As he pumped ; his hands alternately caressed the pin-up stocking clad second joint and succulent chest. His dick was getting that tingling feeling and soon he could check back no longer. He felt the raptus as his rod exploded inside heather and barb wave after of hot cum into her beautiful clay. 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-time. 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 substance on the bed. Opening the pocketbook ; he counted sixty-five buck in bills and a one dollar bill seventy three centime in change. Opening the top drawer of the small table beside the bed ; he placed the money inside an old shoe box. This Whitney Moore Young Jr. lady had no need for money now. Continuing to look through the pocketbook ; he found a drivers'license with the figure heather Whistnant and noted from the birth appointment ; that she would own been 22 in a couple of calendar month. Next he came across a picture of Heather smiling in the arms of a bounteous young man. So she did own a man in her life. Clint rifled through the reference notice and other particular but found nothing of really value to him that he could use and dumped the items back into the purse. He looked at the ring on Calluna vulgaris 's finger but decided it was n't really valuable to him and left it on.

Clint rolled the cadaver over on her stomach and admired her firm tanned butt. She had only the tiniest of a bikini tan line. What a courteous ass ! His deal rubbed the nerve and his fingers found their way down into the crack and eventually to her motherfucker. He remembered one of his lady friend in high school who loved taking it up her ass. His ex-wife never cared for it though. He pressed his finger against the tight yap and up inside Heather 's rectum and began to forge the finger around to untie her up further. His dick was getting very hard again as he pumped his digit in and out. After awhile he got two fingers inside and her arsehole really began to undo up. It was time to throw his dick a try. He grabbed a pillow and rolled Heather over on her side, placed the pillow and rolled her on to the pillow so that her ass was somewhat sublime. He spread her sexy peg wide apart and crawled between them and lined his big hard rod up with her whoreson. It took respective hard thrust to fully swallow up his rod in her ass. Clint kissed her cool back and neck opening as he stroked his dick in and out. She was exquisite and all his. It was starting to get that tingly tone. His pace increased and soon afterward he shot his payload into her ass. He withdrew and again lay down beside of ling. He rolled her over on her backrest and passionately kissed her picket lips. Clint was suddenly cognisant of King touching his paw. He had dozed off and it was starting to get dark outside.

Clint left the bed and put his wearing apparel on. He had job 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 ; big businessman lay down over at the fireplace and his passkey removed his dress and crawled into bed and pulled the concealment over himself and his lovely dead devotee. His weapon held her soaked 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 door and then put some wood on the fire. He picked up Heather and laid her on a large bear tegument in front of the fireplace. She looked really aphrodisiac lying there and Clint had to have some more pussy. He dropped between her long aphrodisiacal legs and began pounding his heavily rod into her frigidness viscous cunt. 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 sentence to fix some breakfast. Martin Luther King Jr. was at the door scratching and howl and his schoolmaster let him in and closed the door. King walked over sniffing at heather 's corpse 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. King was latched on tight to Scots heather 's stocking garment thigh and hunching like there would be no tomorrow. Clint walked over and kicked him feather in the arse dislodging him from the second joint 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 cutis. He caressed her inhuman stiffening body and held her closelipped. Over the trend of the day and into the night ; he kissed and caressed every inch of Heather 's luscious torso. She had a sexy little pitch-dark groin on the inside of her left thigh. He marveled at her feminine bend. She had more curved shape than twoscore stat mi of bad route and he knew every one of them. About midnight he got up and carried her dead body to the bed and covered it. He let King back in and noticed that a light Baron Snow of Leicester was falling. Clint closed and locked the door, removed his clothes and crawled into bed with ling for he knew would be his end night with her. He placed his handwriting on her left breast and positioned her cold rigidifying right manus over his dick and drifted off to kip.

His phone eternal rest was awakened the next dawn by the day-after-day ritual of King ululation and scratching at the door. Clint removed Heather 's cold hand from his dick ; got up and dressed and opened the door. King darted out into a sluttish dusting of snow. Clint proceeded to fix breakfast and sat down to eat. His thoughts returned to heather mixture. He 'd like to go along her for a spell longer but that was n't going to be possible. She was starting to appear and sense a little moth-eaten already. He had to decide what he was going to do with her corpse. At that bit ; Clint remembered a very humble cave down the creek a ways. It should be big enough to be able-bodied to swallow her in there.

Clint retrieved a large long thick sack from the tool shed. It had contained auto tool parts for the paper mill and they had discarded it. He placed the dismissal beside the clay to make sure it was foresightful enough and determined it had a few inches to part with. He retrieved broom 's clothes and slowly redressed her ; taking meter to fondle her breasts and play with her fetid kitty-cat. Before placing her in the bag ; he kissed her cold-blooded lips one last metre. He slid the bag over the head and shoulders and pulled and tugged on it until all of ling 's body was inside. Her purse was then placed in the bag beside her feet. Clint now took a large acerate leaf and sewed up the pocket. Grabbing his spadeful ; he placed the bag over his shoulder and made his way down the creek toward the cave. Once there he crawled through the ingress and pulled the bag inside and placed it against the cave wall. With the shovel he covered the bag with dirt, silt and gravel from inside the cave. Now he went back outdoors and began to gestate big rock candy and arranged them to block the cave entryway. He found some dead brush to obscure the rock covered cave entrance from position and with King by his side made his way back to the cabin.

In the lag, Heather 's bust up car was discovered and a hunting was instituted in the ring domain. Bloodhounds were brought in and tracked a smell to the Creek where Clint had entered it. There the lead went cold and after respective solar day the search was called off. Clint had returned to work on Monday with a smile on his face. He had taken alot of ribbing from his co-workers about his meager and alone world. If they only knew about this weekend ! But he would never tell. Scots heather 's `` special '' weekend had turned out to be very `` special '' for Clint.

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