It was at that time that blonde Mrs. Vargas decided to stop in and see what was going on. “So, how are you two-...” she cut off. “Vicky! Did you…? Did you just shit in that girl’s mouth?” Emile seemed stunned. Vicky just kind of smiled wryly. “It seems your tastes get more and more extreme each time.” “Is it a problem?” Victoria asked, calmly. She really didn’t want to get reported for this. Thinking on it, though, she realized this was an irrational fear as Mrs. Vargas had been the one allowing her to do this and likely would not want to lose her business and licenses (and face jail time potentially, as well as lawsuits from families) over this. “No. Of course not. We’ll get her cleaned up and ready for transport,” Emile said, walking over to the table. “You’ll help, that’s for sure.” Cleaning up Saema’s body took around an hour. Vicky and the older woman were meticulous in washing her body with rags, sponges, and antiseptic soaps, being sure to clean every orifice to remove any evidence of extra-curricular play that happened. Normally, this was something Mrs. Vargas or one of her assistants would have done as standard protocol on their own, but Emile knew that this was something her younger friend would enjoy and, frankly, after what Vicky had done to soil the corpse, she thought helping her clean was the least the girl could outdoor do. “The girl’s family is mostly out East, right?” Vicky inquires as she set one of the rags down in a biohazard bin next to one of the sinks. “Tomorrow we’ll be embalming her,” Emile replies, matter-of-factly. “I’ll get the family to confirm transit blowjob arrangements to Pennsylvania. It should be fairly straight-forward...At least, I hope,” she shrugs, snapping out a blue sheet and tossing it over the corpse’s midsection. Mrs. Vargas spends a moment tugging on the fabric to make sure it drapes over her genitals and pert breasts. The investigator gathers up what few things she brought with her into her purse and smiles at Emile. “Thanks again, for this. She was…” her gaze diverts to the stiff’s feet and toe tags dangling off the end of the slab, “...Ummmm...Special.” “Of course,” she replies as she follows Vicky out into the hallway, flicking the lights off as she does. The european metal door to the embalming room is firmly shut and locked so that Saema’s corpse remains nice and chilled for the next few hours. If anyone had been observing what happened this night or any other night when Vicky visited the funeral home, there’d be no indication as to the details of the arrangement she teen and Mrs. Vargas had, nor Mrs. Vargas’s motivation for letting her ‘enjoy’ the clients as she did. As Vicky got into her car and drove away, Emile locked the back door and turned the outside lights off. I took daddy’s arm for the short walk to the café where Manuel greeted us with his usual charm. She said I could follow her there. Your face! They felt like a girl's tits. "SHIT! Anna went outdoor back to my cock holding it blonde and licking the sides of my cock before putting it back into her mouth my cock went deep down her throat just like it did with my daughters and with a few sucks from her warm european teen mouth my cock gave up and filled her slutty mouth with cum Im surprised at how she managed to keep a load as teen big as mine in her mouth without swallowing or spitting it out. If correct, this would suggest that Freud's idea of the blowjob Oedipus complex had more merit to it. I know that the doorman saw my bare legs, right up to my waist, as we climbed the steps up to the hotel entrance. Not even growing knot was able to bring me back to reality. It wasn’t long before he felt the boiling in his loins, and he reached up to grab his mother’s waist as she moved on top of him.