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He and Phil had discussed this, along with the girl’s mother, and the only thing they could think of to do was to get her flown back to Philly, embalmed, and stored in a local funeral home until they could have the funeral sometime the next month. The pussy worker stopped with Phil outside the door marked “14” in a long hallway of similar rooms. In fact, Phil figured each room was identical and they all served the same macabre purpose. The swipe of an access card made a green light flash on and the door clicked open, the light in the room instantly turning on. After his eyes adjusted to the sudden change in lighting, he stared at the center of the room where a very feminine body lay reposed under a light-blue morgue sheet. party It was the body of Saema. The curves of her breast, the shape of her legs, and the soft soles of her bare feet left no mistake in his mind that this was the body of his deceased girlfriend. Staring at her laying on a morgue gurney, covered, with her bare feet innocently reposed there with two toe-tags dangling from her big toe gave him a massive hard on, to which he blushed thinking of. The worker, though, walked up to the head of the gurney and then looked at Phil. “Sir, are you sure you’re ready?” the Brunette shorter Asian man Big Boobs who had led him in here asked. “Y-yeah. I guess so…” he said, hesitantly. The sheet was drawn back, past her blonde face, and left lying just above her arioli, the stitched and glued Y-incision on her chest clearly visible. Even the ligature marks from her strangulation still remained. Saema’s face was relaxed, her eyes glassy and fixed at the light above her on the ceiling. Her soft, pale lips parted with her hair drawn along the sides of her face. Looking at her forehead, he could see what looked like dried, clear glue where they had obviously cut her skull open to look at her brain. He wondered what that would have been like, to see her in such a primal, gutted state like that. Not realizing that so much time had passed, he looked up and snapped out of it as the worker cleared his throat. “Uh...Yeah. Y-yeah, that’s Saema,” he said, plainly. The worker nodded, “I’m sorry for your loss. Would you like me to give you a minute?” Phil simply nodded. As the worker left, he thought to himself about all the things he wanted to do to her. He had put a temporary camera in the room just to be party able to monitor when she’d wake up. She ended by thanking me for the chat and saying it made her feel better, and that she really missed me. Jack stood behind her, “Wait Morgan, it's me Jackson.” She stopped, blonde letting go of his hand. In my hand, I held a simple leather collar. She just pussy kissed up my leg, coming closer and closer to my pussy. I sighed. Mom we all love you said Heather. My mother Brunette came into my room wearing her bathrobe. Gloria turned around, twisted her body and looked at her butt in the mirror. What’s next? “So, is your aunt like Mom, or not?” A year or so ago a "friend" Big Boobs was getting married and his buddies wanted to have a bachelor party for him. I looked over and saw that 2 of the 3 were free. He collapsed on top of her. tugging on it. Anyway, Hayley did a little pose, thrusting out her ample chest. I struggled to stand on my legs, my muscles quivering from the powerful bliss.