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 teen 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 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 22, two more stretchers were resting against the white-tiled wall, one with the blowjob 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 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 cumshot 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 Hardcore 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 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 amateur 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. Now, it was finally time for them to begin processing Saema. Even if they finished school, any available work would pay little. People who actually saw the transformation refused to believe their eyes, those who noticed the tails believed them to simply be costumes. I increased the intensity of my sucking over the period of the next several minutes. The jacket was fitted, a high neck line accentuated with an expensive silk scarf. She bites her bottom lip. But I swiftly put that thought Hardcore out of mind. Like when she stuffed her pointy tit top into his dick hole, this was out of the arena of wickedly erotic. My backside is burning – I’m sure they’ve torn me. My thighs and buttocks are trembling with the aftermath of long futile effort, all that amateur time I instinctively tensed to try and protect myself. Yes, the ‘commune’ is getting more interesting by the moment. “Great to meet you and thank you so much for this opportunity,” she said. Unlike the Queen’s skirt– or pants– their skirts were really short so if there was any wind at all the frilly cloth would blow up and you could see their white satin panties underneath. "Show me what you were doing, baby. It was big but it looked so different than Nate’s. It looked really thick and I knew it could get a lot longer. “Yeah, of course… it’s just no one has ever…” Besides Emily, Chloe had been the only one he’d ever tried actually opening up to about domestic violence or being abused. I was shaking as I drove. “That’s an idea.” The man stood next to Tony said, “would you mind if me and my buddies took a few selfies with Super Girl?” “Don’t be silly now, it will make you more uncomfortable if you don’t finish.” Malek continued paddling through the quiet stream, the drip and splash of his paddle a gentle constant as the midmorning sun changed to afternoon. “I love you, Linda!” To prove she was willing to do almost anything wild and crazy, she stopped at the tattoo stand and asked, blowjob "WHAT WILL $250 BUY ME?" with a smile and a twinkle hanging her young tattooed titties right in his face. And if you would've started out with that intensity of pull she might've screamed rather than moan in ecstasy? Not necessarily the good type of anxious, but rather the nervous type of anxious. I won’t put any pressure on you. “It’s too damn hot out here. Her lips teen caressing it from the back, her tongue licking the front. Greeson nodded, "Yeah I agree, cumshot you think we could let her in?" Greeson said as he turned toward the pilot. My family was not exactly a nudist family.