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Her passing had been recent, as rigor hadn't set in. there were no signs that anyone had been sharing Cindy’s bed, or drugs that night, so I suspect that her brother's hunch was right--the heroin on the nightstand had been her exit. It couldn't have been all bad however. Though she lay sprawled and tangled in her sheets--the white silk stained yellow around her crotch--there was a peaceful composure to her--and almost angelic look on her face. Normally, I would close the corpse's eyes, but this time, the haunting, faded blue orbs called for me to keep them open, to allow them to stare beyond the physical world for a little longer. I pulled back the urine soaked sheets, exposing her neatly trimmed pubic hair. She was stunning. Long and lean, she had taken great pride and obvious care in her cumshot body. Her breasts were not large, but neither were they small and they jiggled slightly as I arranged the corpse's limbs. Cindy's only apparent concession to an unhealthy lifestyle--save for the drugs, alcohol and sex of course--was a small tummy bulge which hid her abdominal muscles. There was something maddeningly erotic about how that belly, topped with a piercing, gently curved upward from the beautiful symmetrical breasts, only to quickly sweep down to the barely concealed lips of her womanhood. Asking the butler to assist me, I rolled Cindy's body into the body bag and after zipping it closed, carried her to the waiting hearse. She was not a heavy woman, despite her above average height. It took some time to fill out the paperwork, some faxing back and forth between my Uncle and the Governor--monetary arrangements and such--and so Cindy had to wait until the next night before I could begin preparations and pov embalming. It was late when I pulled the sheet back to reveal Cindy's naked glory once more. Her pale blue body seemed smaller than when I last saw her, but that in no way seemed to diminish her beauty. The look of rapture remained on her face, and though I knew I would have to remove those beautiful eyes soon enough, I couldn't keep from staring at them, even as I removed the toe tag from her foot. Her skin was unbelievably soft, and I soon found my hands rubbing her foot, massaging it, manipulating it and wondering what it would have been like to make love to Cindy when she was alive. As if on their own volition, my hands roamed past her ankles and up the silky smoothness of her tanned and muscled legs. I had begun breathing faster, and though I felt my dick stirring in my pants, I wasn't sure if my increased heart rate was due to desire, or fear of getting caught. I stepped back, feeling the sickliness of my now-hard cock within its confines. I debated leaving, and moved to cover her with the sheet again, when I took a last fateful look at her. Her pussy lips were parted slightly now, and having taken the first step, I knew I had to see this blowjob through to the end. Despite the chill of the prep room, my desire burned blonde within, and so I was not cold, when I stripped naked, and unleashed my rock hard cock. My hands roamed up her shapely legs, and pulled her towards me. There was a strange squeak as her ass shuddered across the stainless steel, but the movement pulled at her lips, and I could see glistening moisture on her pubic hair. I bent low to taste her, and was surrounded by the heady smell of her sex mixed with the tang of the piss she released at the moment of her death. I buried my face in her cunt, and my tongue probed the wonderful crevices between her lips. My heart raced, and I felt as if my cock would explode on the spot as I sucked on her cold pussy. I groaned with ecstasy, knowing that despite her many lovers, I tasted something they never had, and never would--Cindy's death. 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