Her feet were dainty and pale, her toe nails painted a glistening jade green, the second toe of each foot wearing a little silver toe ring. While her right foot was young bare, the techs had kept the strappy sandal on her left, though it would be removed before long. Based on the toe-tag, she was a 19-year-old auto accident victim, and unlike the others in the room, the main part of the body bag naked was partially unzipped. From what was visible, she was a mousy girl with jet-black hair and thick-rimmed glasses that were heavily cracked. Blood had slowly dripped from her nose and ears, though by now it was mostly dried looking. Next to the teen’s corpse lay that of an African American woman of 38. Her big, silky feet with long, ebon toes - the nails of which were painted bright red, but which had begun to chip - were bare and stiff, toes pointing straight at the ceiling. Rigor had obviously set in with her before she was found, her cause of death was unknown and an autopsy would be necessary on her. The body bag next to the black woman contained the remains of an elderly sexy teen male who had passed away under hospice care. His left foot had a sock on it and his right big toe had the expected toe tag. However, unlike the others, since he had died under medical care, a yellow anklet was tied to him, providing basic information from his primary care physician at the home he came from. On the gurney adjacent to him was the masturbation body-bagged corpse of a 56-year-old Chinese man, still wearing nice black dress shoes on his left foot, whose suspected cause of death was a heart attack. The gurney next to Saema, though, was different from the others. The body bag laying atop it was a midnight blue and of a much higher quality. It was canvas with plastic internal lining, and along the sides the words “Livingston Funeral Services” could be read. The pair of feet sticking out was very pale, almost ashen in color, with glossy black nail polish on slut her long toes standing out in stark contrast. These feet had very tall arches, their owner obviously having been a runner in life. Here, the body had not one or two, but four toe tags - two on each foot. One was from the scene of her death, the second was from her processing at the morgue in 2012 and noted her official cause of death. The third was used for identification by the funeral home that had handled her arrangements. This fourth one was new, having been placed on the left big toe after her remains were exhumed, bagged, and brought to the LA County Coroner’s Office. Obviously, she had been buried barefoot. The body in the bag was that of one Miss Ashley Richdale, aged 28, who had died back in late-2012 but who had been exhumed the previous evening as per a court order to investigate whether she was poisoned as opposed to the overdose that had supposedly killed her in the first place. It was in this room that Saema would have to remain, quietly, for the next hour since the lead investigator assigned to her case had gone out for lunch, and even had she been here right now to process bodies, Saema’s was apparently not the first corpse that needed to get such treatment. About fifteen minutes later, Victoria, the main investigator assigned to her case, finally arrived at the morgue. She checked over the paperwork at the desk, washed her hands at a sanitation sink near the entrance, and then used her access card to get into the main hallway, turning down a couple corridors until she reached and unlocked the door of Receiving Room 22. “Hey, Vicky,” a baritone voice behind her called. I jumped between Linds legs to jam my cock into her. Pinching and pulling her sensitive nips. He didn’t want to believe her, but as she spoke, he was able to picture everything in his head with too much ease. The tall man is drawing back his arm now. On on of those occasions, I had jokingly remarked that I hoped my wife didn't start thinking that teen we were having an affair. “So many panties! After what felt to Molly like young hours, her naked orgasm came to an end. Thankfully, the ride masturbation down was much faster than going up as we only had to stop once to pick people up, but they were heading to the bottom floor as well. Just after 2-3 minutes the guy walked and reached in front of me, just 3 feet away. I swam as fast as I could, while trying to keep an eye on where sexy he was. The pressure felt nice, and the constant flow of water felt good as well. “Come on, faster, Ji-Yun,” I panted as I stretched my legs. Maybe we could construct an emergency lean-to from the young Aspens. “You jealous?” Rebecca asked. The age slut difference had also grown on me and it turned me on to think of being with an older male. And with that, he dropped down into the water and began wading out into the bay – fully clothed. He answered the door, hair still damp, and a towel around his waist. "And, uh, well, have you...been thinking about it? The silky friction increased. That’s nice.”