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"Dagny, Professor -- why don't you finger each other's pussies?"

Evidently you now have a kind of automatic authority, because the two immediately obey, and you have to wonder how much of this may be real lust and how much is obedience.

You're so intrigued that you lose some track of Pilar, who is climaxing before you know it. At this point Dagny and the Professor are so furiously fondling and fist-frigging each other that they are able to synchronize their own moans of satisfaction with Pilar's. It's like female orgasm in stereo.

No sooner is Pilar slumped over you than Ines aggressively grabs Pilar's ass and pushes her up off you. Ines slams herself down over your thickness within a minute, and as she gallops atop you you are fascinated by her still having her American flag T-shirt on, the national symbol stretched taut over her great waggling bosom. It is a little as if Ines is a flag, and you are its pole.

Now everyone still involved -- Ines, Dagny, Professor Morgan -- is moaning even louder than ever, and you begin to wonder how all this may get resolved.