Wild Hoe Sharon Lee Bends Over After Muffdiving

Victoria walked over to that bag and sniffed at the small opening where the corpse’s pale feet were sticking out and then, surprisingly, took a big whiff from right between the woman’s toes. There was a musty smell mixed with perhaps a bit of pungency from very slow putrification, and of course the natural odor of toe cheese, but this definitely was not the source of the stink she sensed. Then, however, out of the corner of her eye she caught a glimpse of Saema’s clipboard, and particularly a note about the state of her body upon arrival. Carlos, meanwhile, raised an eyebrow, but chuckled. “It’s got to be this girl over here. Chart says that she soiled her panties when she expired,” she said. Carlos merely nodded and shook his head. “Alright, well…” she said, walking to the other side of the room, “what do you say we start with our car accident vic?” As Victoria walked around the gurney, her hips bumped against the dead girl’s feet, causing her delicate toes to bend and flex and the toe tag to wave in the air. “Couldn’t even zip ya up, could they, Miss...Lane,” she said, looking at the girl’s exposed face due to the unflapped body bag. “Anne Lane, aged 19. Says here her asian and her stepmother died in a car wreck on the freeway last night around 10:45.” She slowly unzipped the body bag from one side, around her feet, and back to the other a bit, folding the black plastic over the side of the gurney and leaving the girl exposed to the room. Carlos went and grabbed a Nikon camera from the counter in the back, checked the settings and battery, and then came back and started taking pictures of the girl’s body as it had arrived here at the morgue. When he was finished, his female partner grabbed a pair of sterilized scissors and placed them down next to the body. “Let’s sit her up.” Although the girl’s body was a bit stiff, they didn’t have too much of a problem getting her to sit up, after which they began by lifting her arms and then tugging the black Old Navy t-shirt up, past her pert breasts, and up past her arms and around her head, placing it in a plastic small evidence bag. Next, Victoria removed her thick, black-rimmed glasses and placed them in their as well. The bra was rather easy to unhook and take off, and as her small breasts were revealed, Carlos began taking pictures of her slightly distorted and bruised ribcage amateur area. It was here that Vicky used the scissors to cut away at the fabric of her white shorts and then carefully snipping away at the thin strings of her purple panties, dampened with urine from her deathly evacuation. Finally, her petite foot was slid out of her sandal. With the undressing done, Carlos snapped a few more photos while Victoria made some notes on her clipboard and then grabbed a fingerprint sheet and an ink stamp, taking prints of her green-nailed and tits dainty fingers. There was no need to do a rape kit on Anne Lane, but Carlos took a sterilized thermometer, had Victoria help shift the girl’s hips slightly and spread her cheeks against the plastic of the bag, and inserted it up her anus, leaving it there for a moment before removing it again, its tip covered in bowel mucus. Looking at the clock and then the temperature reported, he had Victoria note that the temperature matched her reported time of death. 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 doggystyle 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 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. I wanted her so asian badly. She giggled and slid her leotards off. In a minute, a third releases his liquid. Her back arched. Becky had gotten plenty of practice with her brother and her dad; not to mention several guys she had dated in high school. He was feeling more rejuvenated by the minute. She felt the cool breeze of an open window play across her bald tattooed head as she continued on her way towards Ariela’s chambers, where she had been summoned, glancing over the dark skin of her hands to ensure they were pristine, checking her nails carefully. He tolerated my little game of fighting for amateur equality, in a culture of oppression. Then I small move the fingers left and rigth in order to rip of a hole at the level of her mouth. When her passage had nothing left to give, it was forced to offer up the puckered ring of her cervix and this doggystyle horny invertebrate seemed overjoyed to beat at it tits with its bloated cockhead. We had to buy whole new items for him. "Are you ready for your punishment?" "Claire told her about us and she wants to watch, you good with that?"