It was like Bill was taking her soul out of her body and she was reluctantly letting go. I could tell by the sounds coming through the wall that he w...s brutally fucking her now. He wasn't being gentle. Stacy is so tiny, and it was clear he was pounding her. I was sure the sail boats were going to fall off the wall.She began to scream again."Ahhh! Ahhh! Ahhhh! Fuck! Fuck! I'm cumming! I'm cumming! I'm cumming!"It was like there was no wall between us.Bill stayed in our room for about three. In my pile of clean clothing, I found a fleece pullover and tossed it to her. ‘Try that, it’s warmer than my old shirt.’ The flat chest and prominent ribs were very white. The fleece was dark blue and looked good on her. I found a pair of running warmups with a drawstring and pulled them up her legs. At the bottom of the closet was an old pair of lined slippers. Not much but better than cold feet. The hair was a tangle, so I got Susan’s hairbrush and climbed in behind to work on it. She leaned. While I started to stroke his cock I asked for his name. He asked why? I told him because I didn't do this for strangers. He said his name was Eric, I told him I'm Wendy, I guess we aren't strangers anymore. With that out of the way I took his cock into my mout. I could taste some precum oozing out the head of his cock as I licked my tongue on the slit of his cock. The shaft was so big, I could hardly get any of it into my mouth so I stroked it with one hand while cradling his balls in. He remembered my Triumph Cub and he had a Fairbanks Morse magneto that was machined specially to fit the engine. This was something quite unusual and a solution to my ever frustrating ignition system I constantly played with to keep the bike running. He sold it to me for a sum I remember wasn’t nearly enough but he insisted and I was thrilled.And he was famous enough for his amazing riding skills but soon his older boys would become the riders he taught them to be. They became internationally.