I walked into the large closet just past the bathroom vanity to dress for bed. Dress for bed? When would I stop doing that? I stood naked in front of ...the full-length mirror at the back of the closet. Lovely. There was that mature, good-natured, matronly grandmother standing there again. No, I had nothing against her really, but, with the way my thoughts were going and what I was feeling, I had expected to see the sensuous, sexy woman who still craved the feel of her husband's hands on her body.. I agree to do it. I took my clothes off and began placing some of my shaving cream around her fat pussy. I began to shave her pussy until it was nice and bald. I cleaned her off and then place my face in between her legs. When I began licking her clit I felt her quiver and shake. I could taste her juices as it was begging to flow. She grab my hair really hard and would not let me come up for air. She started to yell "Lick My Pussy" "Dont Stop". I ran my tounge up and down. All I could do was sit there, nakedfrom the neck down, and try not to anger her. I knew that if she decidedto push my head under that dirty water again, I'd never get back up."I'm a working girl. So are most of my friends, and we're not ashamed ofthe work we do. But you think you can treat us like animals orsomething. Well, I'm sick and tired of you taking advantage of us! Andwhen you fired that sweet kid Aida, you pulled your last dirty trick.I've decided to show you what happens to landlords. Her mother stopped in her tracks and said, “Free? If they go naked!? What kind of college is that?“A very successful one.” he said as Mr. Bradley rattled off some prominent people who had attended. Denise was astounded that Mr. Bradley had actually shut her mother up.“One more thing.” Mr. Bradley said. “If you were so mad, you never once thought of maybe keeping her in the car to not expose her?”Yet again her mother was silenced for a moment, then she said, “I can’t have my daughter running.