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After the pair initialed some forms, they rolled her from one side to the other and back again, pulling the black plastic body bag out from under her, and then once finished, they threw a clear plastic tarp over her, leaving her tagged feet exposed. Carlos then pushed her gurney out into the hallway, against the far wall, to await another technician to bring her down to the X-Ray lab. By the time he had reentered the room, his partner had already unzipped and pulled back the plastic of the body bag containing the 38-year-old black woman whose cause of death was unknown. Her body was stiff and rigid, toes pointing straight up at the ceiling, hands a bit contorted and bony, her arms tightly against her sides. Her brown eyes were glassy and partially opened, staring up at the ceiling and the only clothing she was wearing was a white-laced nighty. Her stomach was distended and bloated, her skin in places kind of an ashen grey. Liver temp from the scene had suggested she had been dead for at least 56 hours, and that was many hours ago even now. When Vicky went to stick the thermometer up her ebony asshole, the sphincter loosened and a terrible fume emerged. Vicky turned and nearly gagged, but this wasn’t uncommon in stiffs that had been gone from this world as long as she had. After she had been processed and removed from the room, Vicky needed a bathroom big break, so Carlos got to work on the elderly male that had died in hospice. This one would be a pretty quick thing since the man was 91 and no foul play was expected. The ME would give his body a cursory exam, sign off on his paperwork, and hopefully by the next day or so he would be in the care of whatever funeral home his family had arranged for his services. As Vicky sat on the toilet in the stall of the clean-looking women’s room, her pants just below her knees, she farted really loudly and then could not help but chuckle. Then, while she peed, she thought to herself about the excitement she got helping process the female bodies into the morgue and thought about how it would be to be like them, only able to feel for a while, and how the handling and all the personal attention must seem. She shook her head. This was probably why her love-life was in shambles. She was 32, worked for the coroner’s office, and had strange fantasies and desires. Most guys just didn’t tits understand and weren’t willing to indulge her, so she just settled for going home, firing up Neverwinter on her computer, and talking to her online friends over Vent while getting lost in some fantasy adventures. When she had finished, she took a moment to wash up, check her hair in the mirror, and then proceed out into the hall, where she pulled out another pair of gloves from a dispenser, put them on, and then returned to help Carlos with whatever bodies remained. Just outside room ass 22, two more stretchers were resting against the white-tiled wall, one with the body of a male (or so she thought based on the loafers the corpse was wearing) in the traditional black plastic bag, but the other was yet another exhumed body in a thick, canvas mortuary bag. This one was female, with two white high-heeled shoes sticking out the end, both of which had discolored in the grave into more of a faded cream color. “Lazy fucks,” Vicky said as she swiped her card and reentered the room. “What’s up?” Carlos asked, looking up as he was just about to unzip the navy blue bag from Livingston Funeral Home. “Lazy techs couldn’t be bothered to tag the two corpses we’ve got waiting for us in pussy the hall for after we’re done with these,” she said. Carlos rolled his eyes and shrugged, then began pulling away at the zipper of Ashley Richdale’s container. As her body finally lay exposed to any onlookers that might come by, Carlos began taking pictures of her as Victoria looked her over. The girl had been buried in a long, dark-green silky slip that came down just past her knees. Her hands were folded over her breasts, her fingernails also painted a deep ebony color, and what looked to be a long-dried and wilted rose resting between her hands and her bosom. Her hair was a ginger color and of medium length, done up well for her wake and funeral viewings, her lips being painted a cherry red. Her skin was almost ghost white, with small patches of ashen or lingerie even light bluish flesh here and there, but for someone that had been dead for as long as she had, the embalmers had truly done fantastic work. Not wanting to disturb the body too much, Victoria opted not to try and sit her up but instead to carefully cut away at the black slip she was wearing. After all, her family would buy a replacement upon reinterment, though they also might just bury her naked since there may not be another viewing of her at this point, unless the family requested it. Once the silk fabric was cut away, and the bra underneath that removed as well, the evidence of her previous autopsy and the telltale signs of embalming were quickly visible. Incision marks could be seen from where she had been aspirated and then filled with embalming fluids, and her chest and abdominal cavities had a long, y-shaped incision running along them, now stitched up with a faded black stringing of sorts. Vicky expertly snipped off the woman's adult diaper that had been used to secure any leaking substances, and turned her head upon seeing a dried, dark substance within before tossing it in a biohazard bin. No temperature would need to be taken, so Carlos took some photographs of her peaceful, stark-naked toe-tagged corpse before a plastic tarp was thrown over her, too, and she was wheeled out pale, stiff, and stinky feet first into the hallway. Kyle couldn't help but think this was for him as her nipples were clearly poking against the thin material. I glanced at Ms. Rowbottom, her cock already tucked away, the gleaming vibrator clutched in her hand. Peter was struggling to concentrate and slipped out leaving Nick to do the screwing all by himself until he heard Cindy in the throes of excitement Nick had stopped lingerie stroking and waited for Jan to finish her job on Cindy before pulling out Nick then ask Jan to follow him out of the spa and over to a jolly jumper which had been set up under the outdoor patio, somehow he managed to get Jan in the wing set up, her legs spread wide, her hands bound up high on the swing so that she was in a sitting position but not actually siting on a seat allowing full access to both her holes, being a gentleman I offered the Jelly jar to Nick so he reapplied more to his cock & lubed Jan bottom thus confirming he indeed intended to have her tits anally, aiming his cock at Jan’s arsehole as he handed me back the jelly jar, took a hold of Jan by the tits massaging them once again as he slid ever so slowly into her an inch at a time until she was fully impaled, only then did he retract until only the head of his cock remained within her bowels slowly he manoeuvred Jan in and out whilst his hands moved around and around her beautiful breasts. I used my hands to open her pussy lips and started licking her clit. I think that I orgasmed within a minute. Juliana raised an eyebrow, "I should have guessed." I came to know what they meant by show. big He leant down, lifted her up by her arms so she was standing opposite him. pussy In fact, I think we should have used him the first time. ‘Something that might buy you some time. I licked my lips, my tail hardly swishing from side to side. As he grunted, she leaned back, gradually stressing the spine. She kept me there for a long moment while her throat milked every drop of cum I had out of me. The sensation was actually getting painful when she finally released me and rolled onto her back. We survived because we worked together and we needed each other. She was hooked to chats. Here, I'll give you this. “Chloe, can you get a picture of me and him together?” • Mouth Then Cindy says she wants to try. “You’ve been looking at my nipples before? “Err yes, you probably knew that I was nervous but Zack has knocked that out of me, I’m looking forward to the first class. Our nipples caressed. Needed the dog to fuck her hard in the animal like fashion it had used last time. I'll give you a choice. I do answer: "Good bitch. She opened her eyes as his leg moved over her head and saw his cock hanging ass down just above her. She looked at me questioningly but she had a pretty good idea that something may happen. “Ooh, that's good,” my daughter moaned.