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A gurgling sound started somewhere deep within her gut from the change in bodily pressure, and knowing exactly what to expect, James quickly moved to the end of the stretcher, pulled her until her ass was right at the end and her toe-tagged feet dangled close to the floor, and put his nose right near her loose sphincter. A few seconds later her anus separated and a horrifying odor of rotten eggs and putrified fecal matter escaped from her asshole and into his waiting nose. He quietly rimmed her ass to get the juices that had seeped out before finally having enough. The young man unbuttoned and pulled his loose jeans right down to the floor, grabbing the middle-aged stiff by the hips and sliding his rock hard shaft deep into her stinky asshole. With her loosened muscles and the fact that she had been dead for some time, she wasn’t as tight as he might have hoped, but the eroticism of the act itself was enough to keep him hard and interested in slamming himself in and out as he bit his lip and savored the experience. He gripped hard at her ass cheeks as he penetrated deeply within her, closing in quickly on an orgasm. Finally, after a lot of foreplay and some quick, vigorous penetration, his body stiffened up and he experienced a powerful climax, his member ejaculating deep within the dead woman’s bowels. Finally, his cock began to slowly relax and withdraw itself, and when the feelings changed to more of a ticklish sensation, big he knew that black the moment had passed. He sighed and pulled himself out, breathing heavily and taking a moment to reflect on what he had just done. Little did he know that a few minutes later he would find himself violently ill, perhaps as a result of having licked a corpse’s pungent asshole. The next morning, the funeral director arrived at the funeral home only to find that the casket of one of his clients was fully opened, her stiff toe-tagged feet propped up on the edge of the vessel. Given the position of the body, it was evident that something improper had happened. And, given that James had been the only one on site the night before, it was obvious that he at least had something to do interracial with it. Naturally, he was immediately fired over the phone and told that he should expect charges to possibly be lodged against him. The truth, however, was that the funeral director didn’t want to bring shame onto his establishment, so he likely would simply let the matter go so long as James never spoke of it again and stayed far, far away from this place of business. A quick examination of the other bodies did not immediately show signs of foul play. James at least was careful to put the middle-aged woman’s body as carefully as he could back into riding its original position, and having wiped her down after recovering from his bout of illness, he was at least moderately sure that whatever evidence was left of his adventures would be flushed down the drain when they cleaned her insides out during the embalming process, so most likely he would be in the clear in that regard. With Saema’s wake scheduled for 6:00 PM that evening, the director and Mr. Kim would be focusing most of the day’s attention on getting her and everything else involved ready for her viewing. By the time he had finally settled things with his now-former employee over the phone and had made his way into the main preparation room, Kim had already brought Saema’s body out of the refrigeration room, uncovered her, and slid her onto one of the slabs. There she rested on the slab in her P.J.’s, her feet bare and toe-tagged, until they were ready for her. About an hour after the place had opened, her mother had come by and dropped off a nice blouse, a skirt, and some shoes for her to be buried in, though she was told that the shoes might not be necessary depending on the final decision that would be made regarding whether the lower half of the casket would remain open or not. She had said that she’d leave the matter up to them and had left, still stricken with grief over the whole ordeal. The pair sat the dead girl up and unbuttoned the top of her pajamas, pulling her arms out of the shirt and then pulling it away behind her. In case the family might later want it, the put it in a box along with a few other personal effects that wouldn’t need to be buried with her. Raising her hips, tits they slid the soft pants down past her thighs, over her knees, and down over her toe-tagged feet, putting them away in the same box. Now, she lay naked and exposed in the cool, tiled room. The large scar and stitch-work from her autopsy was now clearly visible, and while sometimes they would use makeup to cover something like this up, her chosen style of dress made this effectively unnecessary. Saema was sat up once more and the director got out a simple black bra that was the perfect size for her pert breasts and began fitting it in place and getting it clasped. Her cold, autopsied corpse was like nothing more than a doll that they were manipulating to be put on display, and as he finished clasping the bra in place, Kim began working an adult diaper past her tagged feet, ankles, and slowly up her legs, wiggling it into place and then double-checking the adhesive. This was followed in due course by a simple white pair of panties. “While we’ve got her sat up like this, let’s get her top on,” the funeral director said dryly. The blouse her mother had chosen for her was simple, but elegant - a black, silky fabric with dark-red rose vine-like floral pattern to it. 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