Victor stared at her for a moment and then took a knife and cut the twine that was wrapping the sheet around her head. As the twine cut away, he pulled the sheet back and down to her neckline, revealing her stunning face. The girl’s long brown hair lay silently with a few wisps over her face, her brown eyes glassy and staring at nothing, her soft lips parted asian gently. He tugged at the sheet and pulled it down past her breasts and to her waist, staring at the Y-incision from her autopsy. It was a shame when girls (or anyone, really) died this young, and the corpse on the slab had a great body to her. Whoever had been with her had been lucky. The sheet was pulled the rest of the way down so that it was bunched up around her ankles and, with the cut of a knife, the twine there, too, fell away and he pulled the sheet completely off of her body. Then, much like the rolling efforts made to transfer her in the morgue, he put one pussy hand around her waist, fingers brushing the trimmed hairs of her sex, and another around her shoulders and rolled her towards him. When she was in position, he let her lean against his pants as he pulled the black bag out from under her, then rolling her the other way to get it completely out from beneath her rear and off of the table. He let her flop back, her head bumping the hard, white porcelain of the slab, her toe tags swinging wildly. By the time he had finished laying her out on the slab, the older woman entered the room. She was Emile Vargas, co-owner of the mortuary under her aging father. Mr. Vargas was now 83-years-old and mostly out of the business, so he left the daily japanese operation to his daughter to manage. She walked in and saw Saema’s stark naked, toe-tagged corpse lying on the slab and Victor nearby. Mrs. Vargas had a manilla-colored toe tag in her hand as she approached the slab. “Will we be getting her ready tonight, ma’am?” the man asked, watching as she began to tie this new toe tag around the girl’s left big toe. “No, I’ll be handling that tomorrow morning. Your brother’s in town, right? Why don’t you take the rest of the night off, Vick. I’ll be fine here,” she said, tying the string tight and then looking up at her. “You sure?” he asked, though she soon nodded. “As you say. I’ll see you tomorrow bright and early, okay?” Victor nodded, a little surprised, but grateful. He walked out of the room and down the hall to get his stuff and then take off, leaving Emile alone with Saema’s corpse. She tossed a simple shroud over the Big Tits girl’s sex and her breasts for a small amount of modesty and then took out her Galaxy S4 and swiped through her list of busty contacts to her favorites page, where she ***********ed one Miss Victoria Alvarez. Time to suck him off like my life depends on it... Please, Jack I`ll come this time!” But instead of dropping my cunt down onto her mouth, I placed a knee on either Big Tits side of her torso, and stuck my ass high into the air. I am no spy. “OH GOD OH, FUCK!” Jemma yells out as I rub her some more. "Jaaaames," it called. Lena felt her breath escape in a flutter as Amélie leaned closer, closing her eyes. “We all became closer as a family.” I smiled at them. I was relieved and excited at the same time. Now the busty man was laying back with his legs stretched pussy japanese out and his wife was sitting on asian his dick facing away from him. Well, a promise has to be honoured, so I just did it. Finally she had had enough foreplay and with a husky voice told me to fuck her brains out.