At the end of my thirdsession, she asked me to wear some sexy underwear. "What do you mean?" Iasked innocently. "Oh, don't be so coy, boy!" she said... "I'll lend youthese," whereupon she reached under her skirt and pulled her panties downand stepped out of them. They lay there on the floor like a bouquet,tiny bikinis, white with black polka-dots and elastic at the waist andlegs, the silky cotton fabric all covered with pretty multi-coloredflowers in pinks and other pastels. "Well, my little. His orgasm subsided and he fell back as he stared at Ziva. She whipped some drips that had spewed out of her filled mouth and replenished them back into her already filled mouth."Now that was quite tasty," said Ziva after she swallowed his cum. "You should change into more comfortable clothes; I hear it's about ninety in L.A." McGee stared at her, his deflated cock withdrawing into his pant.Getting up, he walked into the bathroom, locking the door behind him. Ziva walked over to the door that. Her building came and then she asked if I would come in to have a glass of buttermilk. I agreed. We entered her apartment, I sat there for awhile and then she changed into her nightie. I could clearly see that she had removed her bra as her melons were hanging. She came with 2 glasses and a jug filled with buttermilk. She gave me the glass and bent down to pour the buttermilk and man! I could clearly see her boobs. What a beautiful scene it was.Suddenly I came to my senses and realized that she. She wasn’t wearing any underwear, I was delighted to see her bare, wet puffy pussy glistening with juices. The crevice between her thighs and around her vagina was full of her liquid nectar. I dove my head in spread legs, the musky smell of her flowing juices and sweat was intoxicating and inviting.I wrapped my hands around her thighs and started licking around her sweet puffed up pussy. As I licked her clean around, I could feel she was getting anxious to feel my tongue up in her clit.She was.