"OK OK, 'Stephen' said unwilling to start an argument in his currentdelicate state. "Look, just face up to it - we're going to have to spendanother da... like this whatever - I can live with it, you'll just have to aswell. Let's get some breakfast and we can think about what we're going todo".Over breakfast Stephen suggested that they should make their day productiveand, after renewing the hire on the scooter, they could do someinvestigative work and see if they can find any details of the. "Would you join in or just watch?" I had asked taking a deep drag on the joint."Both, see how it goes" he'd replied.Nothing happened on that front for the best part of a year.We were in Boston in the Copley Marriott. James was on business, I was tagging along for the ride and the great seafood. It was around nine in the evening when we were drinking in the bar. James had to go to our room to send a contract from his laptop. I got chatting to a guy who had been sitting at the bar. James joined. On the other side the bartenders were getting a view of all her cleavage and the attention was increasing her breathing, as I saw her chest start to rise and fall. Still early as the sun was setting on the beach we did a little dirty dancing and I had my hands all over her body and by now all eyes were on us. In the heat of it all we decided to take a break for the sunset and took a walk on the beach. We were very horny and I suggested we should get into the water for a bit but she didn't want. From the look in her eyes, it was obvious why she was hesitant: Claire was wondering if it would make things awkward at work if I saw her in whatever skimpy outfit she had decided to wear to the pool.I decided to make things easy on her and looked away, diving for fun down to the bottom of the pool and paddling around, hoping the exercise might do something to bring down my outrageous erection. No luck.As I popped back up to the surface, I saw Claire’s towel strewn across the side of the pool,.