As their passion grew in intensity, Sue Anne sagged back against his desk. Using both hands Jim worked her skirt up to her hips, then reached under it... to tug her panty hose down to her knees. Sensing what he wanted, Sue Anne swept the papers off the desk. Never breaking the contact of their lips, Jim lifted her and sat her on the desk."Jesus" he thought, "this is just like that scene in The Postman Always Rings Twice when Jack Nicklson fucked Jessica Lange on the kitchen table." This was not. He wanted to fuck the bitch. Lifting her ass, his legs pressing her thighs open, he plunged deeper. After three strokes his pelvis bounced off her ass."Give it to me baby. Fill me up. What a fucking cock. You fuck me so good. Harder stud. Give it all you got." She reached back and pressed his balls, massaging them close to too much pressure. Her interior muscles rippled trying to milk cum. She sensed success despite the recent blow job and ramped up her bullshit. "Oh God Roger. Fucking great.. Lying there sated for the moment I smiled, life really was looking up at the moment.Dragging my body off the bed and into the shower was harder than it should have been given what was waiting for me in this evening. All this jacking off really must drain a person physically; at least it didn't make you blind like the old wives' tales suggested.The shower was both relaxing and reviving; the urgency I'd been feeling rescinded, as did the drained sensation.What to wear was the next problem and one. The next morning though, he and Bent Willow went out hunting together. No woman had ever been hunting in the collective memory of the whole village. There was a far larger gathering than was usual at the hunter's fire that evening, after all of the village had finished their evening meals. Two Bears took great enjoyment in telling the story about how Willow's presence had fooled the old buck who had come for a drink at the brook. Seeing her, the stag had continued forward, certain, from.