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 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 Hardcore 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 japanese 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 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. The ME would give his body a cursory exam, sign off on his 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 blowjob 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 body of a male (or so she thought based on the loafers the corpse was wearing) in the traditional black japan 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 asian 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. The boy stepped forward squatted to get a better look at the creature. Laura knelt down on her hunches and got his hard Hardcore cock out. It took several tries before the pleasure came without the guilt and even more before she allowed herself to fantasize. I was propelled twenty yards back, my jets sputtering in the bluster. “Just a sec.” She exited the room and quickly retrieved a couple of their softest towels from the hall linen closet. Sam added. She was so startled and shocked that she fell down the stairs. "Hmmm..." Not a good look on campus or anywhere else.” She leaned back in her chair, “And that is why I visit you. “Then stretch out on my desk,” I said. She closed the door to the van and cleaned herself up, clearing away the sweat with wet wipes and brushing her hair out again. Getting behind me, I felt the head of his cock slid up and down the crack of my ass teasing me. MMMMM, I said, now fuck me son, I want your dick in me and I want your cum in me, I said. Once we were settled in blowjob and pushing back from the gate she wasted no time. As I cried out, I could hear people laughing. more practice. 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