Bill was getting ready to return to work. He said they had a rush order to get out. Carol convinced me I had been drinking too much to drive home, and... suggested I stay there. She said I could sleep on their couch. Before leaving for work, Bill also told me I should stay. They were probably right. I had consumed a good deal of alcohol. Very soon after that, I removed my clothes under the blanket Carol had provided. I quickly dozed off. I was fast asleep even before Bill left for work. The next. I felt some kind of tickle when he used particular words that I squeezed his balls bit hard, that made him go naughty, he rolled me over to take me laid on him , he was smooching my back and caressed my butt cheeks hard, he was rubbing his hands over my butts and pussy, I still was horny that I started to kiss him on mouth, exploring his tongue and salvia. I then pushed myself up over him till my breasts fall on his face. I pressed my breasts against his face. He readily started to play his. You are much closer now, so close you are almost leaning against me. We both look down to see that i've naturally taken your hand and I as I lock my fingers into yours, you gently twist my wedding ring, reminding that I'm not yours..but your other hand caresses my hip so seductively, I forget any thoughts of my husband. I shiver at your touch, I don't just want you, I need you. My eyes dart across to the little locker room that goes off the staff room, a small, private place with no windows. I. Geoff was scheduled to face the Board in Thurrock to gain his Master’s certificate so he could skipper Thames barges. It was hardly a formality, but he passed. “They asked me what I’d do if my Mate reported water over the ceiling* in the saloon while we were off Walton, heading north in a strong sou-westerly.”*In a Thames barge, the ‘ceiling’ is actually the floor. Don’t ask me why. In a yacht, it’s the the ‘sole’.“What did you say?”“I’d expect a certain amount of water in the bilge. All barges.