She stopped the car. "Jake, it's your turn to drive." I switched with her and continued towards the cottage while the two best friends started necking...in the backseat. I felt so good I didn't care if we crashed; it would have been the best death ever. Not so good if we survived and were horribly disfigured but hey, I was 18, I wasn't thinking about that. Luckily we arrived at the cottage unscathed.By the time we got there it was raining heavily. I parked the car and we debated whether to wait. Her hand sliding up and down and squeezing my hard shaft faster and faster. Chugga chugga chugga. Chooooo chooooo. We desperately retreat our naughty train behavior as now the train has hit sunlight once again and we come out of the tunnel very flustered.We both look at each other and smile so hard our hearts racing so fast. We need to go ride some rides right now!. We wait till we get to the station near Sheikra so things could calm down some though first. We get off the train and make our way. Slipping out of England had been surprisingly easy for Motorman Joachim 'Kimi Kasemann. His Aunt had given him 100 pounds, 'in her sister's memory' but had not encouraged him to stay. He understood. At Dover he'd found a Dutch trawler that had put in for repairs and had negotiated passage to Vlissingen. A short train ride brought him to Rotterdam where he turned himself in to the German Consulate.So it was that he found himself at the personnel section of the Navy's Airship service at. For such it was; indeed, so far as the scanners showed, it might against all human experience be their only settlement. The ship's video equipment, for all its sophistication, could detect no other visibly occupied site anywhere else. No artificial structures, no cleared and cultivated fields, no evidence whatever of intelligent habitation. Only at the one site—one technician dubbed it Centerville, a name that quickly stuck aboard ship—were there clear indications of artificial.