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Clint lived in a cabin with his dog just across the next small mountain. He was a decorated Gulf War Veteran who had come home from the war to find his wife of 10 years had been cheating on him. In the confrontation that followed; he had punched her which had led to his arrest. They then had a messy divorce and he pulled up stakes 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 occupant. He stared momentarily at the 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 anal 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 indian 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 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 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. He retrieved her purse from the car and then hoisted Heather's lovely corpse over his left shoulder. With King in 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 over near the bed and gently lowered Heather's corpse onto a large wooden chair. Now to clean her up a little he thought. After filling a washpan with water; Clint began to gently wash the blood from the side of Heather's face, the corners of her mouth and her left nostril. Once that was done; he washed and cleaned the blood 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 corpse and carried it to the bed. He arranged the pillow under her head and kissed her cold unfeeling lips. Mmm, yum!” Oh, god, Dean!” So, she raised her rump up, reached back to move her tail away and looked and whimpered at me. I dumped my trousers and shorts and moved behind her. I’M YOUR SLUT. Out there in the world. “OMG, what did you make me do this time?” Anna asked her friend as she was straightening her sweater. I then saw the two old gentlemen from the day before. It’s hard to describe it now. Cock in hand hard and dripping pre-cum I was ready. “Then you must know.” Tina says to Jill. “They're not the real thing,” my friend said. Soon both were naked and on the floor just inside the door working to satisfy each other. Straining, I pulled her in close with the power of my leg muscles as she lay down on top of me. She slowly ground her hips and my tiny little asshole resisted the growing pressure. God I wish you could feel what I'm feeling.. I didn’t answer, just beautiful Sherry’s questions [and Duke] were getting me hot. Cathy pulled off the cock once again, until the tip was just inside the entrance. Surprised, Antoine looked to his side.The girl who had spoken smiled broadly at him. You see, I was everything to Melanie, but for all the check boxes that I filled, indian there would always be one that would forever remain outside my reach and that was understanding her contentment in submission. Avery anal was definitely getting more comfortable with our living situation. “Lick it,” Hyde had suddenly said behind her, interesting Connie enough to make her turn and look. She placed her hand against the opening to my quim and slowly pushed forward, the longer fingers sinking inside. “k.” Was all I could eek out of my gapping mouth.