One midsummer's day, we were based in Brighton on a job, and after finishing our first shift, we retired to our no-star hotel room after our breakfast... I was the first to stir at about half past twelve in the afternoon, and proceeded to make myself presentable and see what this South coast town had to offer. I walked along the pebble beach, admired the sea and had a look along the famous pier. I wandered around into the town centre, slightly dismayed by the amount of homeless and beggars on. Mandy rested one arm on Sumter's chest and traced a hand on the inside of his right thigh with the other. His skin was warm to the touch and she could feel the shiver travel through him as he reacted to her touch. It was just what Mandy wanted. She looked up to Sumter's face as she slid her hand down to his balls. Mandy loved how perfectly round they were as her fingertip slowly traced a trail over them. As she did, they crinkled and began to move naturally from her sensual touch. Not only did. Well, that ended the game, of course. I acted horrified, while the other two guys truly were horrified. We called an ambulance and went to the ER with him. His wife Amy was called, and when she arrived I apologized to her over and over. (Joe was unconscious in the operating room while they tried to put his jaw back together.) The other guys backed me up—it was just a terrible accident. I truly enjoyed playing the role of the devastated friend, overcome with sorrow and guilt.Even more fun were. So much for asking questions. I responded in kind, turning to run water into the whirlpool.While the water ran, we divested ourselves of our garment. Even though I'm a fairly worldly guy, I still did not want to be too much for this charming woman. She was not a one-night stand, and I knew it from the start. She could've stopped at any time, and I would still have celebrated the gift I'd been given. Alas, she did not stop. When we were both unfettered by clothing, we slipped into the whirlpool..