Tzahala's eagerness to oblige the older woman is rewarded with a pleased little purr- accompanied by a pleasant little wiggle of those smooth, curvy hips- as the Israeli woman slides into the bath-tub, sending little rivulets of water rolling over the porcelain lip and down towards the tiled floor.<br/><br/>"My, but you are the inquisitive host..." Liza smirks over her shoulder as she drapes her arms over the tub's simple faucet, using them as a pillow for her cheek as Tzahala's strong fingers begin to knead against the taught muscles in her upper back. "Well, my day was fairly quiet, and believe me when I say I was more than happy to take full advantage of that. There's a little rooftop 'garden' over in the east end of Little Havana where a girl can sun herself... if she doesn't mind the fact that she's in full view of the U.M. dormitories. A problem for some but for us..."<br/><br/>The woman snickers and arches her back, grinding her rear end against Tzahala's hips as she tries to give the runner better access to the muscles around her ribs.<br/><br/>"Well, that's just free advertising. And as to the 'sexy school-teacher' outfit... to be perfectly honest, I did have a regular come see me earlier today, but I kept the suit around because I figured I'd dress to impress. We're neighbors, after all; can't have my little girly thinking Mama's a slouch..."