Suddenly she remembered the Lookout Mountain Rd that went up and over the mountains. It was curvy but there wasn't usually much traffic and it would shorten her distance considerably to take that route instead of going the interstate until the valley turnoff. She soon reached the exit and was speeding up the curvy mountain road and down the other side as fast as she could take the curves. There was no traffic and she was making good progress. Abigail rounded the next curve at breakneck speed and too late saw two pulp wood logs lying the road. Her emerald green eyes flew open in surprise. She didn't have time to hardly react before her tires struck the logs and her car was airborne over the short guard rail and down the hill side which was covered mostly in small dead scrub evergreens. She fought to maintain some semblance of control as the car wheels touched ground and the car bounced down the slope still going in the forward direction. Over halfway down the hill; the BMW hit a larger sapling which spun it around and started it to roll. Even though Abigail was wearing her seat belt; she was now being tossed about like a rag doll. The left side of her head now impacted the driver’s side window with enough force to crack the window, she was thrown forward against the dash and windshield and then bounced against the back of the front seat. At the bottom of the hill; Abigail'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 door slightly ajar. She was weakening rapidly; a small trickle of blood coming out of the corner of her mouth. She began to wonder how long it was going to take for her to die, and what spectators would do to her body after she was dead. She thought of lying there for hours. She thought of the morgue attendants cracking jokes when they unzipped her out of her body bag, and saw her in sexy Victoria’s Secrets lingerie. She had imagined her body lying in repose in a casket afterwards. But she had never ever wanted or expected this to happen. She thought of her with police, and crime scene investigators standing all around her, taking photographs. She had always herd the stories of what they do when they get a young sexy woman in the morgue; then slice and diced, poked and probed during an autopsy before being buried in a cold grave. “I don’t want to die, not like this.” she cried to herself. She realized that her time was almost up, it would only be a few more seconds now and it would all be over, still she was terrified. Her attractive face took on a Brunette look of desperation. Her mind was full of whirling images, Abigail's last thoughts were of her family in Virginia. Oh David" she thought", How I wish I was with you safe in your arms, my darling". She came to rest on her back the bottoms of her satin high heels scooting against the floor with last death twitches while her legs spread wide open. Her tongue of her mouth protruded and lolled out bloody foam welled from her mouth as she tried to suck precious air. Abigail's Exquisite blue eyes became blindly fixed in a death stare in tortured exhausted incredulity into space. “Mother…” Abigail tried to speak, as a tear ran down her cheek and With that thought; her heart beat indian one last time and her earthly vision faded to black her last breath drifted out of her body. Death spasms rippled in the muscles of her gorgeous athletic slim legs. In a shudder that ran along the body and with a the sound of a death rattle from her throat, Abigail's arms fell back, her head rolled slightly to the right side. A trickle of blood slid out of her mouth. But her soul and spirit were very much alive. Her expression seems peaceful and satisfied. The last earthly image she saw was a series asian of bright lights/circles beckoning her toward it as her soul/spirit was released. Suddenly; there was no more pain and suffering. She still had the ecstatic orgasmic smile on her face seen just before the crash. A figure dressed in white held out it's hand to take her's from her body and lifted toward heaven and said "Welcome, Abigail, I've been expecting you. So much cum! After the time he's spent with her he has been learning her sounds, expressions and reactions and when the rod worked that bit deeper he could tell it was Brunette causing her discomfort deep inside. I put my arms around her. “Ruby, Sapphire and Diamond,” I yelled to my sleeping slaves, “collect everything of value in this cave and pack it in asian a bag. “After all of this you want me to stay?” indian he yelled at me. “And worse yet continue fucking you here and now?” My ovaries quivered. No money was left on the table, and the bartender didn’t write down any numbers for a tab. yours..” I said..”Mine…?” there was surprise in her voice. This is your reward; enjoy it.’ He reassured her as he took off his trousers. “You have to stop this,” groaned Henry, sounding so desperate and yet so torn. There is one more scarf to mention, only infrequently worn. Archiving and reposting of this story is permitted, but only if acknowledgment of copyright and statement of limitation of use is included with the article. I wanted to be pregnant so bad.”