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“Couldn’t even zip ya up, could they, Miss...Lane,” she said, looking at the girl’s exposed face due to the unflapped body bag. “Anne Lane, aged 19. Says here her and her stepmother died in a car wreck on the freeway last night around 10:45.” She slowly unzipped the body bag from one side, around her feet, and back to the other a bit, folding the black plastic over the side of the gurney and leaving the girl exposed to the room. Carlos went and grabbed a Nikon camera from the counter in the back, checked the settings and battery, and then came back and started taking pictures of the girl’s body as it had arrived here at the morgue. When he was finished, his female partner grabbed masturbation a pair of sterilized scissors and placed them down next to the body. “Let’s sit her up.” Although the orgasm girl’s body was a bit stiff, they didn’t have too much of a problem getting her to sit up, after which they began by lifting her arms and then tugging the black Old Navy t-shirt up, past her pert breasts, and up past her arms and around her head, placing it in a plastic evidence bag. Next, Victoria removed mature her thick, black-rimmed glasses and placed them in their as well. The bra was rather easy to unhook and take off, and as her small breasts were revealed, Carlos began taking pictures of her slightly distorted and bruised ribcage area. 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 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 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 amateur 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 homemade 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. It mature looked fine, he decided. Kim picked up her cell phone and went into the living room. She doesn’t let me rest long. My cock was aching, fully erect, and looking for something warm and wet to orgasm be inside of. She smiled as she walked homemade around the table. I can’t do this to Bob! “Yes,” he said. body was painted in reds, blues, yellows, greens, and a haze of smoke Add the perfect form of Eve’s body, her skilled tongue and her unexpectedly tight hole, and one can hardly blame young me for barely surviving the first oral amateur vacuum she pulled, almost exploding on penetration, and definitely filling up masturbation the condom within the first not-so-flattering timeframe. Molly looked back, wide-eyed and concerned, but Pierce dismissed her.