She was slightly tall at around 5’9”, had a slim, athletic build to her, long, brown hair, and pretty brown eyes. Jane Doe’s stiff body lay in a morgue drawer under clear plastic, much like Saema had at one time, her slender feet and long toes bared for all to see, a white toe-tag dangling from her right big toe, the nail of which was a dark purple color. “Alright, Mrs. Vargas - that’s her,” the attendant said as he tilted his head towards Saema’s drawer. Mrs. Vargas took the girl’s toe tags in her hand and looked them over, then took some papers from her helper and read them as well, verifying that this body indeed matched who they were supposed to pick up. The funeral home had provided a black canvas body bag to transport Saema in to their parlor, but they wouldn’t bother to unwrap her from the sheet she had been stored in. “Okay, Victor, let’s grab her and get her bagged,” she said, dryly, not one for much emotion. The man that was with real her pulled the morgue tray out into the room and, grabbing her couple by her shoulders, with the worker from the coroner’s office grabbing her bare feet, they pulled her off of the slab and dropped her into the open bag on the stretcher. Victor zipped the bag up while Mrs. Vargas signed her name to the release papers from the morgue, and then the two began wheeling Saema’s corpse down a long series of hallways, out a set of double-doors, and to a waiting van. It was lightly raining outside as Victor pulled fuck open the van doors and, grabbing the head of the bag by a handle, dragged it onto the floor of the van. He proceeded to fold up the stretcher and put it to the side as his overseer got the van started and warmed up. Once done, he slammed the doors shut, checked to make sure they were locked, and hopped in the passenger seat. It would only take about 20 minutes to get to the funeral home from where they were, so the two just chatted lightly and listened to the radio on the journey to the parlor. When the van pulled up, the rain made it so that they pulled in under the awning in the back of the funeral home. The weather had worsened during their brief drive, but some might have argued that the bleak weather was fitting for their jobs anyway. Victor, being the sex stocky man that he was, generally tended to be the one to handle the bodies and get them inside and on the slab, but he rather liked this. He wasn’t a necrophiliac or anything, but he did enjoy handling bodies (male, female, or whatever else, it didn’t matter to him), and he also knew that he was helping do something good anyway. So, as Mrs. Vargas went on inside to handle a few other things, he walked around to the back of the van, opened the doors, and grabbed the stretcher, reassembling it for use. Victor grabbed at the foot end of the body bag and pulled it along the carpeted floor young of the van and off onto the gurney, where he dragged it into a balanced position. He then closed the van doors and pushed the gurney up a small ramp and through an open door, into the back area of the funeral parlor. In this small hallway there were several rooms that opened up from it, but he made an immediate right into a room with three examination and embalming tables as it was here that Saema’s body would bedroom be prepared. The gurney with Saema’s bagged remains on it was brought to the embalming table at the far side of the room, where he pushed it to rest right next to it. He pushed a small lever on the gurney’s supports and then pulled up on the actual padding, lifting her up to where she was on the same level as the slab itself. With a quick pull of the bag, he dragged it from the stretcher to the cold white embalming table. Then, he unzipped her black body bag. Saema’s body lay wrapped in the blue sheet she had been covered in at the morgue, the only thing visible her pale, bare feet. Victor stared at her for a moment and then took a knife and cut the twine that was wrapping the sheet around her head. The girls, all in my accelerated classes, were true ‘brains with beauty’ young women who had no intentions of dating any high school boys and only had done so as a group with me out of sympathy for my obviously unreturned attractions to them. Fuck my pussy!" she started pleading longingly. She started to fuck gently ease herself off the table, gingerly climbing to the floor bedroom as if worried she might turn inside out. Rubbing my penis every now and then, keeping partially-clothed images of the girls in my living room in my head, I remained excited. It only takes them about 15 minutes, and they come out to the living room. When she failed to catch, she opened her mouth wide and beckoned him to put it inside it. Rachel only improved over the years. When he came to the place where her leg met her torso, he stopped, then repeated the sex process on the other leg. Jenny comes out of the bathroom just in time to find us yelling at each other. Looking at the reflection in young the window Julie realised that Candy's idea of changing into something more real comfortable was couple a miniscule silk kimono.