Oh, jets? Yeah, all hot tubs have 'em. [ ...okay he admits, ] I think.
[ And just when he does wiggle over, placing his hand down on one of his thighs as he opts to slide far enough that she can have the whole back jet for herself—
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...
[ That uh. Was not what it looks like, coming up relatively between his legs as they bubble up to the surface. Between the hot tub and alcohol, his face is already nice and rosy. So. Good coverup there. ]
Huh. How'd air get in my pants?
[ His shorts are building up air underwater, making them look extra puffy unless he either got out? Or pushed on them. A marvel for the drunk, to be sure. ]
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[ And just when he does wiggle over, placing his hand down on one of his thighs as he opts to slide far enough that she can have the whole back jet for herself—
॰°ₒ৹๐॰°ₒ৹๐ ]
...
[ That uh. Was not what it looks like, coming up relatively between his legs as they bubble up to the surface. Between the hot tub and alcohol, his face is already nice and rosy. So. Good coverup there. ]
Huh. How'd air get in my pants?
[ His shorts are building up air underwater, making them look extra puffy unless he either got out? Or pushed on them. A marvel for the drunk, to be sure. ]