It was considered pride of country, pride of government, pride of humanity, to be a man's last. At 19-5 (as men called it) the state would be informed...of whom the man would desire to be his last. They would in turn contact the woman and make all the appropriate considerations. Movie star, political figure, next door neighbor, all women were fair game. It became a boastful thing that a woman could brag about the number of men she helped bring to their 'Finality'.Well here's where my story. I bet we would have looked funny had there been a mirror for us to look in. Both of us began to hump our hips trying to get more of the dildo into our hungry slits. I would buck forward feeling it slide into Lora more, and then she would press forward driving more into my slit. Both of us were moaning in need now. Lora began to move with more rhythm then me. I was going insane it felt like my sister was fucking me with this eight inch monster. I looked across to see my sister was fondling her. She was good. I was going to have to be real careful. I looked over at Melanie and locked my eyes on hers. She was watching, fascinated. She nodded slightly towards the window. Michelle. I did the same and she understood what I wanted. I saw her go to the door, step out, and waited. A minute later, I saw her pulling a distraught-looking Michelle into the room.I reached down and pulled Elizabeth back to me whispering “Michelle’s here. Ready to screw each other silly?”She smiled and said, “Do. Once upon the time, she had thought there were many commonalities between sex and ballet - both addictive, both ecstatic and both fulfilling. Her back arched at the sting of the bite as her partner’s teeth sank into her skin. A reprimand for inattention. ”I might have to spank you.” She heard the smile in his voice, not a smile that made her doubt the sincerity of his threat, but a smile challenging her to do just that. She was glad to oblige, to fulfill his every pleasure - in the end, that.