I asked if they were interested in going dancing anywhere. I didn’t even have to ask Sara, but her two drunks were insistent on going to the party. ...We went and it was what I expected. She was embarrassed by it all, the drunkenness, her boyfriend and his friend, and the general havoc and mayhem by people who just didn’t care about anything around them. We sat and talked in a corner all the rest of the night just catching up. She kind of knew what I did for a living, I had always helped/guided. You give me instructions on what to do as I run my tongue around your big cock's helmet, lick you shaft and occasionally you make me lick your big hairy balls. I feel it growing in my mouth and when I next take it out, it's fully erect and I'm struggling with the girth. It must be 8" long and thick. Even though I'm struggling, you make me keep sucking you and after a while you start fucking my mouth. You can hear me gagging and really strugggling, you do allow me to occasionally get my breath. We left and went into the house. I grabbed her hand gently and we walked through the ground floor of the grand house both enjoying the beautiful architecture and furnishings but both thinking of enjoying each other in a passionate and intimate embrace. We made our way up to the first floor and had to walk passed a roped off corridor which went down a short distance before turning left. She pulled my hand so I stopped and I turned to see her looking down the corridor then looking at me. I knew. Blockages and damaged tracks on blocks DH264-87 and 88 for sure. Probably also 89 and 90 too, but I can’t get there. Too many washed out sections of old, old track. Looks like old original Virginian track or vintage Norfolk & Western stuff. Ties are all rotted out and half of the spikes are rusted out or just loose. It was dicey just taking two-three over it ... anything bigger like a heavy freight would just derail or worse. Also with this storm, it’s all going to be under feet of snow in a.