The sounds were faint, though. It would be several minutes before the fire department arrived. ‘I…I didn’t check,’ the biker panted. ‘I…I ...saw the skid marks, spotted the truck, and went down to town and called you guys.’ Martin played the beam of his light down the hill. He could see the truck, badly damaged, laying against a tree over a hundred feet from where he stood. The bank was steep and rugged. He debated trying to get down to the truck and decided it would be better to wait for the. He awoke, with no idea how long he had slept, to a low moaning sound. He could not make out what it was, but moved quietly to try to find out. As he peered over the concealing wall of hay, his eyes widened in surprise.Laying on the hay just feet from his position was a young woman. Her eyes were tight shut, her ample bosom rising and falling quickly, her dress was pulled up to her waist, her white kickers hanging of one ankle, her hand rubbing between her milk-white thighs. She moaned again,. She felt it fill her, making his dick slurp as it still pumped into her. Her strength was now no more. She lay draped over the pile of pillows, exhausted, as he still pumped into her. Stroke after beautiful stroke, each one releasing more of his seed into her until finally it was all done. She lay immobile on the pillows, unable to move after the exquisite pleasure she had received. He pulled away from her and went into the bathroom. She heard him arranging. He straightened up some chairs and I was taking my feet down for him from the one I had moved when he said, "No, that's okay, you look tired". "Have a long flight"? "Ya, and a long lay over too, my plane doesn't leave until tomorrow", I said."Where to" I told him England and that it was my first assignment. "Cool", I wish I was headed off for somewhere like that" he said.We had some small talk as he finished up and he said, "By the way, I'm Greg". "Rick" I said. He reached out and, as we.