None of the girls had noticed anything, as I study by sitting motionless with my eyes closed. It's pretty easy to carry on doing that without giving a...ything away.I conversed internally for a minute or so about what was happening, what we'd learned already, our lives, etc. 7A knew that someone had rolled the twelve 6s but he hadn't gotten any word of any results from the experiment, so 7B's experiences were all new to him. 7A had some differences in his life compared to the other two. Her little pussy gaped open and a white substance seeped from it. The cheeks of her ass and her thighs had a crusty substance on them as did the small tuft of pubic hair at the top of her pussy. There were dark circles around her bloodshot eyes. Angel Moore looked at Al with worry on her face. She muttered, "Who the hell is that? OH, GOD, you don't think it's Daddy do you?" She grabbed the covers and started to pull them over her but they were too entangled with both bodies to adequately cover. She turned to reveal a pair of huge, full, surgically enhanced breasts. A flat tummy, not chiseled, still soft and feminine. Again that line, from every angle, like she'd been wind tunnel tested. Another tattoo above her neatly shaved pussy. Her mouth alone, that tempting crimson pout, was enough to cause a prison riot. The total package, absolutely exquisite. Sorta made me think I couldn't afford this. I crossed the room and ran my hand up her back. From those cute little dimples up to her. Obviously the sensation was too much, her nipples had become too sensitive to allow any further pleasuring without becoming painful and ruining the intensity she was enjoying.Obviously Maggie was long experienced at knowing what to do, and when to stop doing it. She had sat by this time, and I watched as she gingerly stroked Gladys pleasure center with a light feathery touch, petting her outer lips, caressing them in a gradual way that soothed rather than stroked the passion that Gladys had.