Lelika makes a show of dipping her foot slowly into the water, still not completely understanding your enthusiasm of such regular bathing, and so your comment of what a luxury this is causes her to smile in confusion. “Sometimes I wonder,” she muses as she straddles you, lowering herself into your lap, “If you just like our wet bodies, so close together, glistening with your oils,” her crotch comes to rest just above yours, leaning against you. “I cannot blame you, it is a nice feeling,” she closes her eyes, resting a chin on your shoulder as you reach for one of your many glass vials. One hand snakes down in between her leg and your body, for a single finger tip to brush against your slit. “I hope this doesn’t disturbs you too much Alison,”