Victor, being the 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 anal sex 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 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 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 erotic 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. As the twine massage cut away, he pulled the sheet back and down to her neckline, revealing her stunning face. The girl’s long brown hair lay silently with a few wisps over her face, her brown eyes glassy and staring at nothing, her soft lips parted gently. He tugged at the sheet and pulled it down past her breasts and to her waist, staring at the Y-incision from her autopsy. It was a shame when girls (or anyone, really) died this young, and the corpse on the slab had a great body to her. Whoever had been with her had been lucky. The sheet was pulled the rest of the way down so that it was bunched up around her ankles and, with the cut of a knife, the twine there, too, fell away and he pulled the sheet completely off of her body. Then, much like the rolling efforts made to transfer her in the morgue, he put one hand around her waist, fingers brushing the trimmed hairs of her sex, and another around her shoulders and rolled her towards him. When she was in position, he let her lean against his pants as he pulled the black bag out from under her, then rolling her the other way to get it completely out from beneath her rear and off of sensual the table. He let her flop back, her head bumping the hard, white porcelain of the slab, her toe tags swinging wildly. By the time he had finished laying her out on the slab, the older woman entered the asian room. She was Emile Vargas, co-owner of the mortuary under her aging father. Mr. Vargas was now 83-years-old and mostly out of the business, so he left the daily operation to his daughter to manage. She walked in and saw Saema’s stark naked, toe-tagged corpse lying on the slab and Victor nearby. Mrs. Vargas had a interracial manilla-colored toe tag in her hand as she approached the slab. He came in a big moan and shot his cum all over his underwear that also soaked into the panties that I was wearing. My breath exploded from me as my orgasm peaked, died. 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