How much might that house cost?”“Well. I don’t know. The MacAllisters had a mortgage for £250 from some years ago. They’ve moved further – ...uilpie, mebbe Eromanga. He was gonna fossick for opals. Anyway, the Bank owns the house now. If you want, I’ll walk there with you.”“I’d like to. I need to find out my balance and make a deposit, too.”“Well, go ahead. The clerk’s not busy. Bradley! Take care of Mr. Hollister, please.”The house at 103 King Street was about 30 by 60 feet, with the long side. Just out of curiosity I followed her into the restroom.The restroom had about 5 stalls and was way out of the way of anyone else. Just as I walked in I heard Erin lock the door to the stall. I quietly dashed to the stall on her right and silently locked the door, making sure she didn't know I was there. Then I heard her unzip her jeans and place her athletic rear on the toilet. I stayed as silent as possible.What happened next was incredible!There was a brief period of silence in which I looked. He pumped at her feet gently, trying not to wake her. I could hear him moaning lightly and my wife must have heard too because she was starting to move a little. She tried to move her feet but Dan was quick to grab her ankles and hold her little feet steady. Dan kept thrusting his big hard cock between my wife's feet and I could tell he was close go cumming - so was I!I heard some light talking coming from the room but couldn't quite make out what it was. I listened closer and looked up towards. I felt it go all the way again. His balls touching my face once more. But this time he pulled back out again quickly. I was able to get a quick breath before he slammed back in again. His thrusting was speeding up. I guessed that he must be close to cumming. His breathing was fast. And his grunting has grown more insistent. My fingeres continued to work my clit and pussy. I wanted to cum with him. My other hand was behind me. Bracing me against Mr. Hardy’ thrusting. “Oh!” he called out. “I’m.