Apologize for the errors but feel free to complete it as your own japanese version. The noise of the crash had caught the attention of Clint Hayes and his dog King as they were crossing a nearby creek. They made their way in the direction the noise had come from to see what had happened. 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 for the lead singer in an up and coming rock band several years ago. In the confrontation that followed; he had punched them 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. Even though he was relatively young, in his 30's, he did miss female company but preferred "Rosie Palm and her five sisters" to developing a relationship. 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. Then he looked at her. The woman was still breathing but didn't look good. Her breath came in ragged gasps and he could hear a kind of gurgling sound in her chest. She seemed to be unconscious but her body was twisting on the ground and moved when he touched her. Her lovely pale blue eyes are also open and just stared blankly back at him gazing in painful amazement. Abigail’s mouth is slightly open with her lips parted, exposing a portion of her front teeth. Abigail and Harry never met until now. He stared momentarily at the young woman who was held upright by her seat belt, her face turned to the side. Her breasts pressed pleasingly against the silk blouse which had been unbuttoned just enough to show some cleavage. You fingers itch to touch them, to pinch them, and to caress her pliant breasts. She sat there with her skirt and half-slip ridden way above the top of her crotch and Clint could see all of her panties and nylon sheer stocking clad legs and had a look up her dress as well as her pubic hair through the lace of the panties. He also noticed Abigail's urine leaking from her lace panties and running under her toward the back of the seat. There was a tinge of blood pooling at the right corner of her mouth and dribbled down her chin. He spoke to her but received no reply. I figured I should at asian least check for a heartbeat. Clint thought she was asleep and checked for a pulse but found none. Then he touched her face and she felt cool to him and her head lolled over to one side, loose and unnatural on her neck. Abigail's beautiful blue eyes were open in a death stare into space. Unsnapping her seat-belt; he lifted Abigail's body. Pausing to look; he noted the large yellow wet spots on the carpet underneath. He carried the leggy corpse over to a nearby clear spot and checked for a pulse again. Danny reached over and touched her and attempted to find a pulse in her arm and then her neck. No pulse. No heartbeat. Pressing my ear against her left breast, I listened for a heartbeat. She had no pulse. My hand was trembling when I slid it over her heart, feeling the now cool, soft breast underneath. The only way for that to happen was to fuck her for real. “Have you ever seen somebody eat this asian much?”, Ron asked while both Gryffindor boys hurried over to the Slytherins and started to drag them towards their hideout. Vanessa gasped, wrenching her pussy away from my face and stumbled back. “It would be more... comfortable.” I wasn’t sure what she meant by first, but I soon found out. This added a vibrato to her moan. She wished now she'd gotten his name because she couldn't stop thinking about how he'd made her feel. “We’re… really going to do this, aren’t we…” Then, as if Daddy knew the struggle brewing in me, his flail swished up between my thighs. "Turn around," She said to him and washed his chest. "What?" But despite his fall to piracy, his morality is always checked by the memory of a governors daughter who won japanese his heart, but he knew that she would have nothing to do with him now because of his lifestyle of debauchery. She sucked in her breath and squeaked as he pushed her insides around, making room for his throbbing cock. She smiles at Ron. The next morning, the guards dragged her out of her cell again.