As we drove towards the Israeli Embassy to pick up my date, her knee drifted over just far enough to make slight contact with mine. The heat of the co...ntact felt ... encouraging ... Jessica really did intend to come on to me. Deirdre and Evie might get their wish to try on something new when I got back home.The Israeli Embassy was located at number Two Palace Green, in South Kensington. Our route took us a bit out of the way, as MI6 was concerned that Mr. Eckland may have given away too much. "Yes, you, bring your drink over here."Simon did a double take to either side of him and saw the barmaid and her aged retinue looking on with interest. Oh well, he thought, at least I'll be away from that lot.Stepping away from the bar he took a couple of nervous paces towards the booth, finding to his surprise that the booth wasn't dimly lit at all. He'd thought it had been but found this was because of the over bright fluorescent lights in the bar area.Once his eyes had adjusted, he found. "You can try, if you're careful. I could use some coffee." I climbed into water-proofs, more for protection from the wind than water, though a fair amount of North Sea was finding its way into the air, and put on a life-preserver and harness again. The GPS indicated we'd made a few miles southerly, but not enough to worry about.On deck, I set Serendipity onto port tack, meaning the wind was coming from the left and ahead instead of the right and ahead, so we were moving roughly west-north-west,. I was on fire, a sexual object. At that moment I would have sexually done absolutely anything. We fell asleep and when I awoke in the morning my husband had already left for his work. I showered and looked at my body and liked what I saw: my flat tummy, slim waist and enormous nipples on my full, rounded breasts. For the rest of the day I was on the sexual edge, feeling horny and yet trying to hold back until my husband arrived home. I was also apprehensive .