Waste of time. The fact was, I was just as scared as she was. But I had to go. I had let Elizabeth down when she was alive, and I couldn't do the same...now. I had to finish this. I was not going in as John Wayne to single-handedly defeat the bad guys. I was going as an observer. Period. I hoped that Megan didn't think of the fact that that was what Elizabeth had been when she was killed. Yeah. Right. I'm sure that would never occur to her. I knew it had when she hit me with a pillow and started. "Under the right conditions, I guess it would be okay," I said."Oscar, we need to set the limits here, that, so I know what your limits are. I don't want to risk our marriage again, not for anything, and certainly not for any short term sexual thrill," she said."I guess, determining what my limits are will be something to discover over time. That said, I wanna be able to say that I object and have that stop anything that, in my opinion, is especially egregious," I said. She nodded."Okay, I. This time we really immersed into crowd where no one from the group could notice us. I held her by the waist while we danced, feeling her hour glass waist line. Slowly I moved closer so that I could press my hard on against her legs. By the look in her eyes, I could make out she was really horny. Her nipples were jutting through her dress. I knew this was my last chance. I pulled her close and kissed her on her lips. I could feel the wetness of her mouth in his. The feeling was overwhelming –. Stu groaned. “God, I want to fuck you”. She carried on for a moment then stopped. “Not had it up a woman for a while then, sailor boy?” Stu didn't respond, his eyes closed. She looked at his face, then down at his prick. “ Well let's just get a condom on”, she continued, “I know what filthy bastards you sailors are. She turned to rummage in her bag then bent to him again, rolling on the condom from her mouth. She checked the condom was in place, then began to suck.