"Now, Girly, you know we don't kiss and tell. That would be quite rude..."<br/><br/>The caress of the runner's lips causes Liza to shiver so delightfully that her body practically hums, and for just a moment Tzahala's efforts are rewarded as the corner-girl lets her body go loose in the Israeli woman's arms... and perhaps even better, the woman lets out a delighted little purr and wraps her fingers around the runner's metallic calves to support herself in the still-warm water. Especially as the runner's strong fingers begin to knead the taut, toned muscles in her ass.<br/><br/>"Oh? Is that so? A pretty girly like you?" Liza leans back, letting her head rest against Tzahala's shoulder as she reaches up to tease a tuft of the runner's fur-like black hair. "Well, I've got nothing to hide, so feel free to ask Mama whatever you'd like."<br/><br/>With a wink, the older woman turns her head so that her cheek rests against the runner's, and grinds her body delightfully against Tzahala's abdomen as if in punctuation of her thought.<br/><br/>"And to answer your first question... Mama would love to hear what you had in mind to make things 'interesting.'"