‘<em>Time for a quicky,’  What a stimulating thought but certainly not one to be entertained with someone as delightful and captivating as Kozzy.</em>She was too much fun to consider a quicky … well not at the moment anyway.<br/><br/>Taking up the sponge I pour something called a body wash (well I guess that its name must imply its function) over it and begin to scrub.  Do I do the ‘good bits’ first, or do I behave myself and do it properly?   Naw, just slather it on, enjoying the bounce and spring of her breasts, the firmness of her tummy, down her tight thighs, and back up, around, up and down, over the firm buttocks, with the occasional quick slither of the sponge between her legs and up across her sex.  With the amount of water pouring over us water streams over my eyebrows, over my eyes and I’m constantly blowing the stream off my lips.<br/><br/>“A quicky,” I say.  ‘Well, the old fella here might look a bit ‘angry’ as they say, and would welcome a game of ‘hide the sausage’, but I think we can explore some more before we get into that.  Sides which, if we did play hide the sausage, the old fella would probably hang his head and want to cuddle up for the night.”<br/><br/>“How’re ya doing?”  Taking up the hand piece, I ask, “Ready for a rinse?”<br/>I wonder what kind of reactions I can obtain with this thing?  With all the adjustments, this thing had to be designed for play, not functionality.<br/>