”“Your turn, Mel,” mum smiled, so Mel lifted up her skirt to show us a tiny white thong, through which her beautiful little slit was clearly vis...ble.“Oops there go my nice dry panties,” mum laughed, and Martin laughed at me as I moved on the seat because something was stirring down below.“Right, it’s time we made a move.”So we necked our drinks and walked out into the warm evening air, Mel hooked an arm through mine as mum did the same with Martin, it looked as if the tone for the night had. The open angle allowed him to pull back the panties a bit more. It was a struggle, with both panting and gasping as they fought each other. But Binita found it difficult. The strength in those arms and hands which she had admired when it held her as per her desire, were vice-like in their grip. She could not move against his will and as she felt the cool whiff of fresh air on her pussy she knew she was in trouble. ‘Babuji!’ she gasped. She struggled, now frantic. She managed to push his leg. Their offices shared a common wall. He must have heard everything."She pissed me off," Ferro said as he rolled his head, trying to work out the kinks in his neck and perhaps ease the dull throb in his left temple. "Now I can understand why Volentin doesn't tolerate paper-pushing outsiders well. By the Mother, they are some of the most annoying people with whom I've ever had to work."Ferro picked a crumb from between his teeth. "Those six months on the Volentin cruiser were hard, but I got a lot. “Look for a paper by Livingston and Wagner in the Journal of Microbiology that presents sensitivity and spectrum studies of this agent.” Martin brought up another slide. “This is the money shot -- a pair of petri dishes inoculated with MRSA, the antibiotic-resistant staph germ. The first dish contains the current arsenal of antibiotics, and you can see not one makes a dent. The second dish contains our new agent, and as you see, it has cleared more than half of the colony. I’m not going to.