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Her head was resting on the metal block, her green eyes hung slightly open and her dry lips were slowly turning a subtle blue. Mr Slater walked to the foot of the table and untied the laces of the girl’s sneakers, slipping them off her small feet along with the white socks she also wore. He tossed her shoes aside and wandered to the head of the table and ran his hand through the locks of Brooke’s dark hair, gazing at her paling young face. Mr Slater reached for the base of Brooke’s t-shirt and rolled it up her torso, revealing her toned smooth stomach. He pulled it over the hurdle which was her large D cup breasts amateur and continued up, pulling it over her head and yanking her thin arms out. Mr Slater threw the t-shirt aside and gazed at the girl’s breasts which sat comfortably in a lacy pink bra. He placed his large hand on her left tit and squeezed it hard, leaving firm impressions on the girl’s breast where his fingers had dug in. Mr Slater let out a little chuckle to himself. He moved down to the girl’s lower garments and began to pull the tight leggings off her, revealing her smooth toned legs. He crawled his hand up her legs taking great pleasure in massaging the muscular thigh of the deceased girl. “You’re beautiful” he muttered, examining Brooke who was now wearing nothing but her underwear; a pink bra and black panties. He placed his fingers on the warm wet patch of the girl’s panties, taking time to feel her vagina underneath. The girl’s pussy was tight, and wet with the remnants of the urine. “You poor thing” he sympathised, pulling the urine-soaked panties down the girl’s legs. He made his way back up to the head of the table and lifted Brooke up into a seated position, her limp torso leaning against Mr Slater. He looked down as his large hands fumbled with the strap at the back of Brooke’s pink bra until is suddenly snapped apart and her large firm breasts fell free from the constraints of the undergarments. Brooke White lay naked on the metal slab, her body slowly cooling. Mr. Slater stared at the young woman’s body, her large breasts, and stiff nipples. He felt his cock beginning to stand to attention over the girl and he approached the top of the slab and ran his large hand over the girl’s face. Fucking Brooke’s eyes were slightly open and oblivious to the hand which crawled over her. The girl’s lips were dry and beginning to turn blue, her cute nose never to let out a breath again. Mr. Slater switched on the voice recorder and began his external examination of Brooke White. “The decedent is a healthy, well nourished and matured female of 19 years. She has long black Big Tits hair, green eyes, her height is 5’3 and her weight is 110 pounds. The girl has medical history of an inoperable brain tumour the most probably cause of her death. Brooke arrived wearing a pair of navy blue sneakers, white socks, black leggings and a grey t-shirt. She was also wearing a pink bra, D cup, and black panties. Note, the female had urinated herself during reality the onset of death.” Mr. Slater switched the recorder off and clambered onto the slab, his large body looming over the petite girl’s corpse, he slipped his large dick out and inserted it into Brooke’s tight cleanly shaven vagina. The girl who had only been dead a couple hours still held a slight warmness to her as Mr. Slater began to slowly fuck her corpse. He groaned as his pace increased, he looked at the girl’s dead gaze and wondered how she would feel about the situation. casting “I’ve already eaten lunch.” Karen had a silly expression on her face that I couldn’t quite interpret. She lifted her short skirt pulled down her panties revealing her moist pussy once more. I wouldn't mind getting a tour. “Listen, I can explain.” Billy started. We're busy," Mitchell said. And all the time she was massaging his back and shoulders she was trying to apologise for upsetting him. 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