<em>Little does she know that I’m making it up as I go along, and really don’t have a game plan.  Best bet will be to appear confident.  <br/></em><br/><br/>Quickly releasing the nipple I give its mate the same short, sharp, gentle attention.<br/><br/>“Kozzy, this is my shout!  Don’t you fret!  We’ve just started to explore things and you can be sure that I’ll not be backwards about coming forwards. ”<br/><br/>I can’t help but wonder what she thinks of my bush tan.  While my face, neck, hands and arms are burnt black by the sun, the rest of me never sees the light of day.  “Whacha reckon Kozzy?  Do you like my tan?” With a big silly grin I do a pirouette for her, then head off to fossick around in the kitchen nook.  Finally, I locate a container and fill it with hot water.<br/><br/><em>Poor Kozzy</em>, I think,<em>Laying there waiting for me; no doubt wondering what in hell I’m up to.  I wonder if anticipation plays a part in her arousal, or if she’s just bored waiting for me to get on with it?  </em><br/><br/>With the bottle of massage oil sitting in the jug of hot water I at last return.  Hoping that she hasn’t hopped down off the table and gone walk-about looking for a book or a Sudoku puzzle or something.<br/><br/>Setting the jug on the floor, I give her a big, wet, sloppy kiss on her tummy, and then, curious to see if she is ticklish I blow raspberrys along the line between her hip and tummy.<br/>