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“Alright, that should satisfy the boys at the lab,” she says, putting the vials with the swabs in them in a rape kit box and then dropping that in an evidence bag with Saema’s name and casefile information on it. Going to the foot of the gurney, Carlos took Saema’s right foot by its heel and with his other hand pulled forward on the black flat she was wearing, the shoe slipping right off, revealing another set of pretty-painted chocolate toes. He handed it to Vicky, who walked with it over to the evidence bag. But, before putting it in, she stuck her nose right down into the shoe and inhaled, an exhilarating thrill washing over her as she took in indian the exotic odor of the girl’s sweat, toe cheese, and natural smell. “Can’t imagine that smells good,” Carlos said in jest at her, but Vicky just chuckled and put the shoe away. Vicky grabbed Saema under the armpits and nodded at Carlos that it was time to sit her up. Saema’s body was going a bit rigid, but it wasn’t too hard to maneuver her into a sitting position. Carlos snapped a couple more photos of her in this position and then helped her by lifting Saema’s arms up over her head so that Vicky could pull her red FIFA t-shirt up, around her shoulders and head, and off of her corpse. The shirt, too, ended up in the evidence bag. Next, Saema undid the strap of the girl’s black, lacy bra that had been disheveled by her assaulter, freeing up her small, full breasts and tossing the bra into the bag. Saema had a small diamond-looking stud going through her left breast, which Carlos took a picture of to document before Vicky tugged at it and pulled it through the nipple, tearing a little of the flesh of the dead girl’s ariola. A dollop of dark red blood oozed from the torn, delicate flesh, but Vicky paid no mind. “Cute,” she said, as she put it in a small plastic baggy. “Ummm, yeah. Ever thought about getting one? Bet you’d totally be hot in one,” her male companion joked as he set the corpse back down on its asian back. Saema’s jeans were down around her knees, sort of bunched up, so Vicky and Carlos each grabbed a leg and tugged at the denim, pulling the pant legs slowly down to the girl’s ankles. Walking to the foot of the gurney, Carlos tugged at the pant cuffs at the ankles, pulling the pants beyond them and up over her feet. The left foot was easy for the pants to surpass, the girl’s toes bending under the pants as they passed them, but the toe tag on her right big toe kind of got snagged for a moment, but a bit of forceful tugging quickly solved that, and once the pants were past her foot, the toe tag waved back and forth wildly in the room for a few moments. Not wanting to move or touch the contents of Saema’s undergarment, Vicky used her trusty scissors to cut away at the pink fabric around her hips until the panties could easily be removed and carefully placed in a red, sealed plastic bag for examination at a later time. Now, she lay stark naked, nipples slightly erect, in this chilled morgue room. “Since we did the rape kit, take the vic’s rectal temp while I get her fingerprinted,” Hairy the woman said, grabbing a sheet and an ink box. Carlos parted the girl’s cheeks and slid the rectal thermometer up her anus, letting it sit for a minute or two until he felt comfortable with the reading’s accuracy. “Based on this, looks like she bit it around 2:00 AM,” he said plainly, making a note and then tossing the thermometer into a small receptacle for it to be sterilized later. The fingerprinting done, Vicky carefully put the sheet of drying prints on her clipboard and fastened it there with the clasp. Grabbing her with one hand on her ankles and the other around her legs, with Carlos getting her by the side and shoulders, they rolled her over and began pulling the black plastic bag from under her. They then rolled her to the other side Hardcore to complete the process and then let her roll back onto her back with a thud, her feet rolling wildly from side to side, the toe tag swaying with the movement. Carlos took one final picture of Saema’s slightly stiff corpse before Victoria grabbed a clear plastic morgue tarp and draped it over her unceremoniously. The girl’s nipples pressed firmly against the see-through plastic, the oozing drops of blood making a crimson smear against the plastic. Carlos folded back the shroud so that the girl’s feet remained exposed, her toe tags clearly visible, group sex before tossing the clipboard on the cart with her and then wheeling her out into the hallway in the line of corpses against the opposite wall. By now, a couple of the bodies had been taken away somewhere else, presumably to X-Ray, and only a couple more remained here. “This one’s your case, Vicks, so why don’t you take her off to X-Ray and then get her on ice while I get started with these bodies we just got in?” "What's up?" he asked . indian "Surely that is not the only reason." Or perhaps you’d like to fuck me; I’ve seen you looking at me.” My balls were so full and were aching so badly I couldn’t stand it. “You're such a hot-assed mom!” I groaned as I reamed her deeper. But bet your ass today it will go down ..... and it is right now. He tells me that the red vehicle will be here in about an hour. and met his family one Hardcore weekend. She was oh, so close to my bursting balls. “Ah, if that ever group sex happens, can I watch?” Hairy Before Stephanie could interrupt, to diffuse the conversation, Nikki added She collapsed atop me, her breath against the other side of my neck, her lurching body smearing sweat and juices across me as I did the same to asian her. Jordan smiled and grabbed his girlfriend's bare ass and lifted her and pressed her to the wall of the shower and slid his dick into her. She was trying to stay cold and unreachable to him, even though he’d now had himself buried in every intimate part of her body she had.