Ziva was a couple of inches shorter than Julie, slut but stockier so they were about matched in weight at around 120lb. Ziva's black hair was drawn into a single ponytail high on the crown of her head and her dark green eyes glittered as the studied Julie's classic martial art stance. "So," said Ziva, her eyes glittering, "Are you ready to run home to your mummy crying because the nasty Jewish lady made you her bitch?" Julie didn't move, "Good," laughed Ziva, "It would seem you know some things including not to rush in," then studying the lack of emotion on Julie's face went on, "Also the importance of keeping your teen temper as well." Julie smiled serenely then pantomimed deepthroat looking around, though never talking her eyes of Ziva before she said in a soft voice, "Sorry I can't see this Lady you refer to." The speed of the attack surprised Julie and before she could move back she found herself on the floor trying to catch her breath from the elbow to her solar plexus. "Rule number one," said Ziva smiling down at her, "Everything is a weapon and everything will attack you." Over the next few hours the two women would spar, then Ziva would stop, show the move in slow motion, and then start again. By the end of the session, when the klaxon had sounded the end of the day, the two women walked to the ladies showers with high respect interracial for each other and the beginnings of a friendship. Ziva stripped as they chattered revealing a toned body with a few old scars that Julie asked about. As Julie stripped Ziva bent and twisted, describing the combat that had caused a particular cut or even bullet hole. In the shower under the hot water Ziva openly looked at Julie and said , "Not many marks on you, though a few new bruises," reaching out and touching the large bruise forming on Julie's ribs. Then moving closer and looking Julie in the eyes moved her fingers up and traced across Julie's breasts and nipples, "At least these beauties aren't bruised," she murmured. Then letting out a soft 'tsssk' she touched the bruise on Julie's hip and said softly, "I am sorry for that one, I hope you aren't too bruised, amateur maybe I should check." With that Ziva moved her fingers from Julie's hip and traced down to her pubic area stopping to comment, "Totally shaved I see, do your boyfriends ... or girlfriends like that?" stressing the word girlfriends inquisitively. "They all seem to like it," said Julie putting emphasis on the word all. "Maybe my girlfriends would prefer if I shaved my bush," Ziva said with the same emphasis on the word girlfriend and looked down towards her trimmed but still bushy pubic region. "It looks cute," giggled Julie, "Like a little animal that needs petting," and with that stretched out a hand to gently stroke Ziva's pubic hair and worked towards her pussy lips. Ziva moaned softly and opened her legs to allow Julie's finger to slip inside as she did the same to Julie who had parted her legs as well. As the two women bent to kiss each other a discrete cough from the other side of the shower caused them to move quickly apart. "I was just checking for bruises," said Ziva blusteringly. "Of course Sergeant," said the newcomer trying to keep the amusement from her voice. Later as they were drying off and getting dressed Ziva turned to Julie and said, "Where are you staying?" and after Julie told her the hotel she was in on her own as the men were in barracks, Ziva went on, "I know the area well, perhaps I could buy you dinner and show you around. Shall I meet you in your bar at 19:30?" The loud knocking on her bedroom door jerked Julie out of a deep sleep and wrapping the towel round herself leapt to the door. Standing in the doorway was Ziva dressed in jeans and a white blouse tied under her boobs, with a small rucksack over her shoulder. "Oh my god," blurted out Julie in a panic, "What time is it? I must have fallen asleep, I am so sorry Ziva." "Hush," said Ziva pushing Julie gently back into the room, "When you weren't downstairs by eight o'clock I found out what room you were in and came up to check." “Takes one to know one” I grinned as I slid my hand down over her bulging belly, lower and lower to teen your dripping pussy, feeling mom’s hard cock still pulsing inside her. We just have to keep out of the medical staff’s way. “Do you have a little girl?” He tugged on it. Shaved bald, girlish smooth. He lost track of Rayner and wasn’t in a position interracial to look for him. As he felt her swing madly about to reach him fear kicked him to do more. My cream flowed. Zach continued quietly. As he processed Trista’s milk covering his wife’s tits, slut he was beside himself. It was amateur part of the reconceiving. The pressure hit its peak. "Before I'm done, you are going to be begging me to She didn’t swallow it, though. When did she deepthroat break containment?"