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  • 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 occupant. He stared momentarily at the hard fuck young woman who was held upright by her seat belt. Her skirt and half-slip had ridden up to her crotch and Clint could see all of her stocking clad legs as well as her pussy hair through the lace of the panties. He also noticed Heather's death urine leaking from her panties and running under her toward the back of the seat. Clint checked for a pulse but found none. Heather's beautiful blue eyes were open in a death stare into space. Unsnapping her seat-belt; he carried the leggy corpse over to a nearby clear spot and checked for a pulse again. No pulse. No heartbeat. She was dead. He now looked her over more carefully. There was clotting blood on the left side of her head 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 wounds though. She was a looker; what a shame that someone as beautiful as her had lost their life here. Such long shapely legs, he couldn't believe he was this attracted to cunt a dead woman; but living out in the wilderness had taken its toll. He hadn't seen a woman this beautiful in a long time. His ex-wife had fucking been attractive but this one put her to shame. This one wouldn't object to anything that was done to her now. What a perfect lover! Suddenly Clint decided he was going to take her back to his cabin. Doggystyle He retrieved her purse from the car and then hoisted Heather's lovely corpse over his left shoulder. With King in cum the lead; he made his way back down to the creek and walked in it a ways before heading up the mountain toward his cabin. After stopping several times to rest; he came over the last little hill above the cabin. It was nestled in a deep forest surrounded by giant evergreens with a creek running nearby. Clint had rigged up a hand pump in the cabin so he didn't have to go down to the creek to have water. Clint entered the front door and placed his rifle in the corner. He walked Squirting over near the bed and gently lowered Heather's corpse onto a large wooden chair. Now to clean her up a little he thought. Neva and Janis were living in the unit Janis's parents had left them and had made themselves a nice home. He looked at her, even in this outfit she looked astonishing. My daughter appeared naked on the screen, looking almost like a character creation screen in one of those video games Sam or James played. Each time as she left the gym alone she walked across the dark parking lot where she parked in front of trees and some under brush. She trusted Clare and knew the short dark haired girl wouldn't tell anyone. I kissed her as passionately as I could possibly muster. "I'll go you one better. "Oh! "In which case, we can do one cum of two things," she continued, "I can either relieve you by hand or I can perform oral sex on you." "I want tonight to be very special, John. Slide it in. I'm not going to do it. Not that I was complaining. He'd fucked cunt her hard. The two natives who had been toying with Squirting her breasts stopped to witness their fellow tribesman’s conquest - his black hips against the white woman’s thighs, his black pubic hair mashed against her pussy mound made Doggystyle their cocks jerk hard fuck and bob with desire. "Sweetie, you are still very hard. My wrinkled little asshole puckered and clenched, open and closed in rapid succession, attempting to shake off the burning sting on its tender brown skin. You like doing that, huh?” Finally, one night, while Mum was busy fucking baking in the kitchen, I went to Tabatha’s room. She let out a wordless gasp of pleasure. Kendra went on the other side of him and did the same. 'Yes' moaned Mala which was hardly audible.