He were pissed off, he usually drove a big B5 class loco, built by George Robinson in 1922 but today he had a near new J39, a smaller cheaper engine b...ilt be Herbert Gresley what weren’t really up to job so they shortened train to 40 wagon, 600 tons.It were maximum load for J39 and Tommy had to work like a trojan, shovelling coal trying to keep up steam. He were sweating buckets, he stripped off his Jacket and then his shirt as he shovelled coal inexpertly into the ravenous firebox of the loco.. Slapped her on the bum and started to walk off towards the festival. I was embarrassed and so was she. She looked back at me and had started to blush she bit her bottom lip slightly and I could feel my cock instantly start to get hard. I grabbed my bag quickly and started to catch up with Jake and locked the car. We got into the festival and set up our tent and started to have a few drinks and play a few games. We laughed and joked for a few hours and Jake and Kate were all over each other.. Large, brown eyes, very fair, a well endowed body with curves at the right places. She had the most perfect pair of breast which along with her buxom bottom made her irresistible to any one, male or female. She was always dressed immaculately and had a sensuous voice to go with the divine figure of hers.I used to masturbate thinking about her almost every day but did not have courage to take the next step and tell her about how I feel. As we shared a common toilet, I would always use it after. His name was Tom Gallaway and we have been friends since we were kids. He’s a rough looking gent about two inches shorter than my 6 foot 5 but about an ax handle wider. He had shaggy, dark brown hair and a full, but trimmed, beard, in contrast to my lighter, almost blonde hair and mustache. “Where in hell have you been” he yelled, while handing me a beer. I took a good swig and said “ I had a little trouble down the trail. I’ll tell you about it later, but how did you do in Sante Fe?” “I think.