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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 up at the ceiling and the only pussy 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 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. She was 32, worked for masturbation the coroner’s office, and had strange fantasies and desires. Most guys just didn’t understand and weren’t willing to indulge her, so she just settled for going home, firing up Neverwinter on her computer, and talking to her online friends over Vent while getting lost in some fantasy adventures. When she had finished, she took a moment to wash up, check her hair in the mirror, and then proceed out into the hall, where she pulled out another pair of gloves from a dispenser, put them on, and then returned to help Carlos with whatever bodies remained. Just outside room 22, two more stretchers were resting against the white-tiled wall, one with the body of a male (or so she thought based on Suck the loafers the corpse was wearing) in the traditional black plastic bag, but the other was yet another exhumed body in a thick, canvas mortuary bag. This one was female, with two white high-heeled shoes sticking out the end, both of cock which had discolored in the grave into more of a faded cream color. “Lazy fucks,” Vicky said as she swiped her card and reentered the room. “What’s up?” Carlos asked, looking up couple as he was just about to unzip the navy blue bag from Livingston Funeral Home. “Lazy techs couldn’t be bothered to tag the two corpses we’ve got waiting for us in the hall for after we’re done with these,” she said. Carlos rolled his eyes and shrugged, then began pulling away at the zipper of Ashley Richdale’s container. As her body finally lay exposed to any onlookers that might come by, Carlos began taking pictures of her as Victoria looked her over. The girl had been buried in a long, dark-green silky slip that came down just past her knees. • Melanin Level Mum turned around and then squeezed her ass and emptied the contents of my balls from her gaping wide hole onto my Dad’s surprised but eager face. They swapped my cock back and forth, sucking a few pussy times before popping off and trading. “Okay…okay, sweetie…a Suck beer isn’t going to hurt and both of you are growing up.” He got me a beer and we began to eat pizza masturbation and wash it down. Dan replied with a worried nod. When I lifted my head again, it was clear that my thoughts were powerful enough cock to drown out a good portion of couple the argument. Then he rolled over to the edge and the driver jumped in next to her on the back side. Like Ionans, Ofanians wore their emotions as masks. He put me down gently. “That's okay. You are all important to me.