From the accents I could tell they were American. It seemed they were university students on an adventure, probably using Inter-rail travel cards to g...t around.I got out a book and started reading. My seat was at the end of the carriage near the WC so from time to time each of the girls would pass by to use the facilities, and then to head back to her friends. I have always been a voyeur and enjoyed admiring the girls as they came and went. All were wearing sweaters and tight denim jeans. Nice. .. Illaun from Éire."I intentionally mispronounced it as "Eerie", hoping to hurt her proud Irish ears with it. The photograph in her papers didn't do her justice; Illaun was far better looking in real life. Especially gagged and hooded...I looked up to the new guy."Oi! Have a light?" I knew that both Nakamura and Tanaka were non-smokers.He just looked insecurely at me and smiled. The dumb gofer hadn't understood one word."Rait?"Now his face showed genuine relief."Hai!"He handed me a cheap. She was about my age and she was very pretty. She had short black hair, a sexy short red top, tight little white shorts, and blue knee socks. She looked very patriotic in red, white, and blue.As we walked along together toward the restrooms she said, “I hope you’re not in too big a hurry. My parents just came back and said that there was a waiting line in both of the restrooms, even the men’s urinals, and there is never a line at those things.” I had to agree with her.As we entered the building. I had both panties in my hands. Ann said, “Can you tell what ones are mine?” I smelled both panties. They were both soaking wet both smelling of semen. One pair had a different fragrance. I held the little black ones out and she smiled. “Lick them both clean,” I was told. I was humiliated but could not resist tasting both panties. They both smelt great but different. They sort of tasted the same both had my cum taste on them. Ah! I knew why. My wife rubbed my cum from her panties onto.