Just then in the corner of my eye I saw a white shirt flashing which was enough to get my attention and I moved my head to see what it was. It was an ...irl, an American I thought, was running towards the train to catch it. I was looking at her and was mesmerized by her beautiful face and shapely body, and I went into a dream, where I was hanging on the train like sharukh khan and holding out my hand to that girl and pull her on board. “Waittttt….now I can do it”, I thought and rushed towards the. “What’s the matter you stuck” he asked laughing. She stopped her head movements and looked at him. She had those deadly eyes again. Somehow, he knew, he probably shouldn’t have said anything. She started up again, with more intensity this time, his pole hitting the back of her throat. Then she started to swirl her tongue around his dick while she was sucking it. Damien felt a little weak in the knees. “Oh shit… goddamn, your fucking good at that.” He said in a soft voice, this blonde vixen was. This was where the bins were stored and also where the guy was heading for his smoke. It was autumn time, quite cold and pretty dark outside and no one else was using the rear garden at that point in time. What happened next is in DJ’s own words as she’s told me (many times). “As we both went through the door to the garden, he bumped into me from behind and I dropped a couple of empty beer cans on the ground. He immediately apologized as I bent down to pick them up. As I did so he was standing. I noticed that I was now responsible for being where we were, but I didn’t say anything, not wanting to stress her overly much. She hated being lost and went into denial whenever it happened, even though she usually wanted to be the navigator when we started out on a trip. I love my wife dearly, but we all have our strengths, and navigating wasn’t hers, no matter what she thought. And I didn’t want her to bust out in tears, or get into or a blame match, so I kept quiet and stayed calm. I mean,.