The house was old with creaky floorboards that would alert me to anyones presence in time to escape.I lay down on the sofa with my head towards her s... I could pretend to be asleep. Gently touching her thigh I began working upwards with increasing confidence. Reaching the material of her shorts I paused a sense of guilt and fear creeping into the overwhelming excitement. Listening out for potential danger I established that it was safe to proceed.Pulling the material of her shorts to one side. The water was a clear Mediterranean turquoise blue and she knew that, come nightfall, she and her team would be boarding two of the trawlers to begin the final leg of their journey to the UK.Her nerves made her fidgety and kept her on edge. She knew the voyage would be a time when they were at some risk, the UK fishery protection ships could easily pick them up if they spotted anything that looked suspicious or out of place. Shafiq had been assured that the trawlers were fully licensed to fish. There was five people inside the office besides me, there was Allen the boss, Patrick, Rob, Rebecca and Patricia.I couldnt stop staring at Allens thighs, and he noticed that, his cock aparently getting hard, and i smelled like sex, i couldnt get cleaned beffore i got onto meeting so i guess he felt that too.I started biting my lip while he was talking i barely took my gaze off the hardon in his pants.I noticed that Rebbeca was looking at his hardon too, Patricia was looking but just for a. . Take your shirt off."I took it off and I was wearing a compression vest. I had to wear onelike that four years ago when I had a skiing accident and broke threeribs. This garment was a real help then."Take this off too," Sandra commanded.To put this thing on and take it off was a struggle. Generally one hasto roll it up but I didn't have enough strength. Or I still didn't knowhow to operate my new body."Let me... help... you..." Sandra grabbed the sides of the vest's hemand started to pull it.