It was about 7:15 in the morning when Victor flicked on the light in the cool embalming room where Saema’s corpse had rested all night. He finished tying the string on the back of his apron and Hardcore began putting on a pair of gloves when Mrs. Vargas finally arrived in the room. She looked tired, but Victor had only been there a few months and didn’t feel gay like it was prudent to pry into her personal life. Later in the afternoon, a private viewing was scheduled for an elderly man who was in the cooler behind a metal door, but Emile knew that they needed to embalm Saema so that they could have her transported up to Pennsylvania without having decomposition set in to any visible degree. She walked up to the slab and pulled off the sheet that was shrouding her corpse, exposing her to the room. “Her family should be emailing in the address of the funeral home that will be handling her final services sometime this morning,” she said casually. “We’ll need to get her embalmed and placed in a transport casket to be shipped home.” “Got it.” Victor would normally not have had to help with an embalming, but staffing was at an all-time low at the funeral home lately and he was training to be a mortician, after all. “I’m, uhhh…” Mrs. Vargas was already getting some tools ready. “Don’t worry. It’ll be fine. You want to get your hours in, right?” Victor nodded. The older woman walked back over to the slab upon which the girl’s pale corpse rested and set some tools down on a blowjob tray. She went over the notes given by the morgue’s staff regarding her official height and weight and jotted down some notes regarding the volume of embalming fluid to use. Victor looked at her cumshot as he picked up a scalpel and she nodded at him, indicating for him to continue. With delicate, though large, hands, Victor made successive incisions at the brachial arteries and gently at the neck while Emile used a foot pedal to change the angle of the slab slightly, allowing gravity to bring the blood trickling slowly down to a drain near Saema’s tagged feet. It has been well over three months since she had real sex, but she was determined not to give into the cumshot temptation she now feels deep in her stomach. Oh my….am gay I really going to do this? He was too Hardcore big and hard, and she was too small and tight. Paula shrugged her shoulders and Jill patted her on the back. I was at the mall walking with a blowjob couple of my friends when these two girls walked by us. I had soiled her. “That was close,” I said softly, more or less to myself. Her huge breasts were jumping up and down frequently escaping the grips of Velan. I suckled, missing my breast milk. Taylor wasn’t simply a friend or a good friend, she has become a part of me. She is my gentle center when the storm of life is surrounding me. I know it has only been two days, but she is my calming presence.