I continued working my way down her body and as i got to her pussy i noticed she had shaved her pubes , i'd been asking her for ages to shave it she'd... always kept it trimmed but never shaved . i lifted my head up to say i love your bald pussy but she just pushed my head back down on her , i was happy to oblige and slipped my tongue deep inside her and she squirmed so i knew she was close, so i placed her clit between my lips and started sucking it . it didn't take her long she started arching. She was around her late seventies or early eighties in age. She wore a mink stole around her shoulders. Her manner of dress underneath was what could only be classified as antiquarian. Something that would have come from around the 1920's or '30's. Gold and diamonds festooned her wrists, fingers, neck and ears as well as parts of her clothing. The mink was clasped with what looked like a brooch covered with at least fifty carats of diamonds, rubies and sapphires, the largest being a ten carat. She was comatose when she was brought in. The fetus died in the crash and had to be removed to try and save Lydia's life. It was about a month or two old.The billing department told me that the bill would be paid by my insurance. It was just that after one month they send us a copy. They did tell me that I received a copy of the bill when Lydia's body was released. I told them that was a trying time and I probably didn't see it.That reminded me to go back to the DNA clinic to see about my. “Covering fire!” Moralez shouted, pushing off the floor and into the open corridor. The Borealans unloaded in unison, hammering the far end of the hallway with a hail of automatic fire, the corrupt Marines lowering their heads in panic. Moralez exhaled, willing himself to calm down as he raised his inhumanly steady and accurate prosthetic arm. He loosed three shots in the space of a second, his limb compensating for the recoil as if there was none at all. The three light fixtures that were.