She opened her legs very slightly"Your panties," I whispered to her. She looked up at me quizzically."Your panties," I whispered again."Give them to m...."She looked back at me again and, seeing nothing but serious lust in my eyes, proceeded to reach her hands down under the table. I moved my eyes away from her as to not draw attention, but in my peripheral vision I could see her shimmying her ass back and forth. Then, I felt her press the lace of the panties in to my hand underneath the table.. Mike was the editor and chief reporter/researcher for the Order ofMerlyn's in-house journal, a web-based publication the Order's farflung members used to keep in touch with its activities, to reportsightings of sorcerous artifacts the Order tried to keep track of, andthe like. Concealed behind both software-based and magical encryption,it was believed no one other than a genuine member of the Order couldaccess it."Yeah," said Mike, "we've got time to kill, so I thought I'd get itdown while it's. I entered her pussy from the rear. I was watching the side of her sweet face as I searched out her G-spot with the head of my prick. She let me know when I’d found it. She moaned and I kissed her. Her butt made a delightful cushion for my pelvis. I slipped both hands underneath her, one to her clit, the other to a nipple. I supported my weight off her with my upper arms and thighs. My little love moaned louder and began to shove her luscious ass up to meShe had her first intense orgasm after. Bennie responded with a punch of his own into the gut of Red Shirt. As the man doubled over, Bennie’s other fist caught the man in a ‘face on-the-way-down meets fist-on-the-way-up’ conflagration. Red Shirt went back to vertical from the upward punch, his eyes rolled up in his head, and he collapsed backwards into an unconscious pile on the beer-soaked floor.Two of the other men in the group took on Bennie. Helen ran forward from where she’d moved and jumped on the back of one of the men,.