He was watching her through all this.He slowed down and stopped, letting Megan take a breath. Bastard she mouthed. He pulled out from her, we finish...d, she said. He looked down at himself still hard and rampant. What you think. Her pussy was sore, she couldn't do it again. “Stand up, bend over the desk and hold on,” he said.Standing on unsteady legs she bent over the desk, she grabbed the far side. He got between her legs and pushed them further apart. Once again her pussy was exposed. She smiled back.And both of us jumped like hungry lions on each other. I still remember we took atleast alf and hour to end up with that kiss and then i started to undress her.She was lying on her back and i was above her i puled her t shirt. She lifter her back slight to ease the access and off it was. And soon were the jeans. She was lying in her blue see thru undergarments a little wet at the bottom i saw it smelled it she smiled..I soon removed all clothes of her and mine as well and we. He'd certainly do a far better job of things.Inevitably, the probing questions about my sex life with a federal agent, the lovely Lindsey, came up for public discussion. I made it clear that anyone who didn't like whomever I happened to sleep with could all go take a flying fuck, and anyone who didn't like that option could meet me outside the saloon so I could finish the job of shoving their head the rest of the way up their ass. I didn't however volunteer the fact that I was planning on. The walls rested over the posts between the bays. The building was old enough to have been built solid. I supposed, even then, that the rent was cheap because Lois had fallen from grace long before me. She had rented the place when it became evident that she was no longer a rising star, or any other kind of star. Lois was finished in the business, but in the Dream anything was possible. She could site you a dozen stars who had risen from the ashes. I hated to wake her but I needed to crawl out.