I picked up the pair of panties that she had brought back from Paula and brought them to my nose, her scent totally different to Tiffany’s yet every...bit as erotic! She immediately started to thrust back at me. I could feel that she would not take long to get release. I could feel her juices were flowing freely, her pussy was starting to nip at my shaft and her firm nipples were hard and swollen. She clamped her legs around my waist and pulled me hard against her, the cries from her orgasm. “Allies?” Dlamini asked.“Until we know what we’re up against, not yet,” Morgana replied.Other than going over a few more details, there wasn’t much else discussed and Morgana and I returned to her office where reports were filtering in from the various teams showing that the Sidhe forts were little more than sanctuaries for magical creatures as the aversion wards kept humans away.“Summon your team for a scouting mission, save Róisín, naturally,” Morgana requested.“Yes, my Mage. They are getting. As I smiled to myself after arriving at that conclusion within my mind, Garth Brooks' classic song, The Dance, burst forth in my mind. The second verse of that song impeccably captured how I was currently feeling. As if on a conductor's cue, I could hear Garth's deep drawn out voice as he sang,"Holding you ... I held everything. For a moment ... wasn't I a king. But if I'd only known, how the king would fall. Hey who's to say ... you know I might have changed it all. And now ... I'm glad I. Strangers were suspect and seldom granted admission.Today’s game had started in a discussion of the protection racket bandits. The Powell brothers had been released to an Arizona Ranger and his driver. When last seen, they were in a prison wagon rolling slowly out of town. Screaming insults at any and all about their treatment in Pete Quigley’s jail and how their friends would be coming to punish Wilkins.This had been on Wednesday when Colonel Anderson was dispatching his teams west. On Friday,.