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Victor had truthfully done a good job with the actual embalming itself. She peered down at her face and noticed that he had remembered to put two small cotton balls in the girl’s nostrils. A southward glance followed by a closer inspection between the dead girl’s legs revealed that her sex had been similarly plugged and cotton had been wadded up and forced up her puckered asshole. With the casket being lined with plastic, leakage would not be a major issue and really, with this temporary sealing job, she should have no problem surviving the journey up north. The two carefully sat the girl’s corpse up on the marble slab and, with Victor raising her arms up over her head, Emile slipped on the soft pajama shirt - a cute pink top with little monkeys on it. Obviously, the girl had an interesting sense of humor, but many would probably have found it endearing. After laying her back down on the slab, her head landing rather hard, they worked together - one with each leg - to work the matching pants carefully over her chocolate-colored toe nails, past her feet, legs, and knees, and securely up to her curvy hips. “No shoes, right?” Victor asked. “The boyfriend didn’t bring any,” she remarked. “That’s good, anyway. In case they need to quickly identify her at some point during transit, we want her toe tags clearly visible and accessible.” Since Saema was rather light, Emile suggested that they simply pick her corpse up and place it into the waiting casket themselves rather than make use of one of the lifting tools they had. Victor grabs her around the ankles and Emile works up under her shoulders and, with a rather fluid desi motion, they lift her up off the slab and swing her to the casket settled just a couple feet below the slab. Emile’s grip starts to fail at the last minute and the corpse lands with a thud in the casket, but all-in-all the process goes well. Emile takes a few final photographs of Saema’s restful corpse as she lays barefoot and toe-tagged in the transport casket and, with a nod to Victor, indicates that they are finally finished with her. “Wheel her into the cooler and we’ll keep her there until the van arrives to bring her to the airport.” And, with those final words from his boss, Victor looks one last time at the cold piece of ass laying with cotton plugs up her stinking asshole and toe tags pressed between her soles and the foot of the casket. He takes the viscera bag, drops it between the girl’s cheesy feet, and shuts the lid on the casket. Saema is wheeled indian through a set of doors in the embalming room and into a large, walk-in cooler where her casket sits with three others, awaiting transit to her home state for her wake, funeral, and burial. The transport van that had been chartered out by the airline that was responsible for flying her body back home to Pennsylvania had arrived at the funeral home at 3:00 in the afternoon, checking over and initialling all required paperwork. Victor also opened the girl’s casket so that they could verify that the living photographs of the girl they were given matched the embalmed, barefoot corpse laying before them. One of the couriers moved Saema’s cool left foot and double-checked the toe-tag and then dropped it back in place. With that, Saema’s transport casket was closed and put in the back of the van and driven out to the airport. TSA agents reviewed the paperwork present with airline and cargo staff, deciding that everything appeared to be in order. They opted not to open the casket again, citing that the verification by the transport drivers would serve as good enough for them. Cargo operators were then responsible for getting the casket onto an inclined conveyor and up into the plane’s cargo hold where a worker found a place to secure it down and make sure it would not move around during flight. The flight would depart Los Angeles at around 4:55 PM and with the connecting stops it had to make would not reach Philadelphia International until 11:18 PM Eastern Time. It would be after 1:30 in the morning by the time her body had arrived Jupiter Hill Mortuary Services’ receiving bay in the small town of Beaver Falls. “Fuckin’ nightshift,” Carlo muttered to himself as he pulled his earbuds out and typed an “AFK” message into the chat window of the MMO he was playing. “That raid was going great, too. Probably shouldn’t have started it though,” he sighed. Carlo was the on-call attendant this evening. He was a 24-year-old college student who worked over the weekends because it was easy work and, honestly, a good part-time job was hard to find in a small town like Beaver Falls. He was responsible with dealing with any new clients that arrived in the late hours, and tidying up a bit, but his main job there was security. Moving. My dream then changed to indian me being the Fairy on the top of a Christmas tree. The girl was a child and you hurt her terrible.” She whispered. I don’t usually offer this service as most men don’t want it, but once I had a Chad who wanted it, so I got one. "Turn around." That explained the young staff because these places are usually staffed by elderly women looking for a good cause to volunteer for. Lisa cried out. Everyone digs into the appetizers. “ the appraiser bellowed loudly, “Get the iron on her behind and then we will all be sure.” turns 18." “Chief, this guy has something in his crotch.” “Hey.” she managed, in a quiet voice. She was pretty wild in college too. As Mr. Harrison made his way to the center of the gym, his gaze briefly lingered on Antoine as he walked passed him. Kate steps forward, sliding myself from her. As she did so, I held her wrists in one hand and bent down, I told Theresa to step out of her trousers. He churned me up. The whole scene was the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever witnessed in my life. I had to end this. His absolute mauling of her heaving breasts reached bigger proportions and finally both of them collapsed in a heap on the creaking bed, going through convulsive orgasms with Salman lying on top of the mature woman’s huge ass, sweating and panting, while Manya herself sobbed and panted her way through her release. Although for some reason, I desi have these memories of eating real food, I don’t remember what they taste like. He was between the three younger girls gyrating seductively in his boxers as Karen reached out holding him by his hips. “I hope so.” I whispered back; then I turned and walked off the boat, back to Kate and Zoe. I listened as he went into the kitchen for a few minutes then bounded up the stairs. I asked them is they have ever seen breasts before and they both said no. I was about to explode.