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Cultivating Pleasure Chapter 17
🕑 Added 2024-05-23 15:59:03 +0000 UTC“This island is magnificent,” Harry gushed as he trudged forward on his knees, gently circling this unusual, leafy plant underneath the mid-morning sun.
The green, lanceolate leaves had tiny ruby veins running throughout it. It was unlike anything that Harry had ever seen. He was sure that it hadn’t been like this the first day on the island; he was just inside of the tree line by their villas, and he’d walked the path here countless times. It had been another unremarkable plant up until now.
It sat less than half a metre tall and pulsed with life. The tiny veins pulsed with colour every few seconds. There didn’t seem to be any other plants around here like it, which was quite odd given the low diversity rate of plants around this area.
“What is it?” Hermione asked as she knelt down beside him, mindfully ensuring that she didn’t accidentally break any of his collection vials.
“I don’t know,” Harry admitted as he clipped off a couple leaves and dropped them into one of his vials.
Where he’d cut them, ruby-like sap coalesced and slowly began to drip down the plant. The same thing happened in the vial, where a very tiny amount of liquid formed at the bottom.
There were a million different diagnostics and tests he could do on these plants to suss out every last marvellous detail of how they germinated or what type of effects they could have. Harry was so spoiled for choice that he felt giddy like a child on Christmas.
However, Harry quickly decided on a few. The lack of a clear, available workspace and a few potions, which he had back in his trunk in at his villa, made it a bit easier to come up with a limited list of spells to test out the plant’s nature.
“Cognosco Planta,” Harry said as he pointed at the plant with his wand before quickly tapping a piece of parchment on the ground nearby.
Suddenly, ink began to appear and form into words on the parchment. Harry waited a moment before all of the ink settled neatly in place. Then, he picked it up and blew the ink dry before reading it.
“It’s definitely a magical plant,” Harry murmured to himself and Hermione as he read. “But it’s dormant most of the time. It’s only… in between each full moon that the magic in it activates.”
“I’ve never heard of anything like that,” Hermione commented as she eyed the plant curiously. “Obviously there are some plants, like Fluxweed, that have different effects in potions based on the moon’s phase when you harvest it, which I guess is close enough.”
Close but not quite the same.
Curious. Very curious.
His eyes continued to scan down the page. Most of the data was useless to him right now—it was good for classification and little more without other samples of this plant—but his eyes lit up when he got to the section about the plant’s effects.
A spell like this only offered general information. To get more specific information, it would require a couple hours of testing. While Harry certainly intended to do so later, what was on the page was already enough to make his eyebrows shoot up.
“A myriad of healing properties,” he paraphrased aloud. “Effective on humans, dogs, coyotes, foxes, wolves, jackals, and so on. Anti-magic properties, calming properties, and…”
Harry frowned as his eyes narrowed at the unusual description.
“Positive potency effects?” He murmured to himself.
He’d come across several different plants that were used in potions to enhance the effects of another ingredient, but that was never detailed in spells like this; it was something that came through trial and error in potion making. Maybe this was the first time a plant had innate magical properties that enhanced the effectiveness of magical ingredients, or maybe potency referred to something else in this case.
“Should we go ask Anastasia about it?” Hermione asked, noticing the inquisitive look on Harry’s face. “Maybe she’d know more about it. After all, the Greengrass family deals with plenty of rare plants.”
“I didn’t think of that,” Harry beamed at her. “You’re brilliant.”
He kissed her soundly, still relishing in the bliss of their new relationship. Her lips were sweet against his, and she kissed him back with all of the love and passion she could muster.
“I’m going to move this plant into a pot so that we can take it to her,” Harry said. “Would you mind passing me that shovel over there?”
Harry worked carefully to preserve the plant in its natural state. With Hermione assisting him by following his directions, the two of them were able to easily replant the unnamed plant in a large clay pot, which Harry filled with soil from the surrounding area. He used a number of monitoring charms to ensure the health of the plant as they moved it, as some magical plants tended to resent being removed from their natural environment and could cause havoc due to that. Thankfully, this one seemed perfectly content being moved around.
Once they had it secured, Harry picked up the potted plant with his hands rather than levitating it with his wand in order to minimise any chances of it accidentally dropping. Then, he and Hermione set off in search of Anastasia.
Unsurprisingly, the far side of the island resembled their half quite strongly. The sand was the same, the trees looked the same, and even the layout of the villas was the same.
Harry was grateful that he didn’t spot Draco or Lucius as they walked over. The two men had steadfastly avoided interacting with Harry and his friends and family ever since the day that they arrived on the island, and it’d worked out quite well so far. But given Draco’s malicious behaviour in regards to Harry’s plants in the greenhouses back at Hogwarts, he didn’t trust that idiot to be within a hundred metres of him when he was carrying such a unique specimen.
“Hello?” Harry called out as he and Hermione walked across the wooden walkways that connected the various villas. They hadn’t seen Anastasia or Narcissa on any of the nearby beaches, so his best bet was that they were either back in their own villas or on another island perhaps.
“Let’s try the next one,” Hermione suggested when there was no response.
They made it to the far end of the walkway down to the two villas that mirror Harry and Hermione’s. Just as they headed up towards the right one, Harry overheard a soft sigh coming from the villa to their left.
“Anastasia? Narcissa?” He called out.
“Harry?” Anastasia replied, sounding surprised.
There was a brief flurry of activity as Anastasia raced through the villa and to her front door. She came out dressed in just a bikini thong. Her full, tanned breasts bounced high on her chest as she ran over excitedly to them.
“Are you here so that we can finally fuck?” Anastasia asked with unbridled excitement.
Harry snorted in amusement. “Not quite,” he said, gesturing with the potted plant in his hands. “I actually found this on the island, but I didn’t recognise it. Hermione and I were hoping that your expertise with rare plants might help us identify more about it. My initial tests were quite curious.”
Anastasia had looked a little crestfallen that Harry wasn’t here to shag her rotten, but she perked up a bit when he started describing the plant.
“Let me see,” she said as she came closer. She carefully examined the plant, gently running her fingers along the leaves' surfaces and feeling the stems. “I’ve never seen anything like this either,” she admitted.
“Would it be too much trouble to ask for your help in running some deeper tests on it?” Harry asked her kindly. “I’ve never exactly had to do anything like this before except in practice, and I want to make sure it gets done right.”
“I’d be more than happy too,” Anastasia agreed quickly. “Especially if we could…”
Hermione laughed at her eagerness. “You really are the randiest witch I’ve ever met.”
“I can’t promise anything today,” Harry said, knowing that he and Hermione had already made plans for later in the evening. “But maybe tomorrow night after everyone’s gone to sleep so that we can have some privacy?”
Anastasia mulled over the proposition. “Can Narcissa come?”
“Of course,” Harry agreed, glancing at Hermione for confirmation. She nodded back at him.
“Alright then!” Anastasia clapped her hands together. “It’s a date! Now, let’s get inside and start working.”
It was a wonder to see Anastasia work in her element. Even though Harry considered himself incredibly proficient at Herbology, it was another thing altogether to witness someone with a couple decades of experience work through the processes so effortlessly. She quickly took command and prepared a piece of parchment to document their findings.
The task of identifying and analysing a plant was both more simple and complicated than one might expect. First, they spend some time reading through reference books to see if any of the plant’s identifying features could be found within. When they didn’t find anything, they realised that this was either an undiscovered or unrecorded plant in the European Standard Reference Guide for Herbology. Given how exhaustive the list of plants within were, Harry doubted that it was recorded anywhere else. Perhaps the native inhabitants of the island and those surrounding it knew about it, but he’d have to confirm that at a later date.
With that out of the way, thus began the simple yet tricky part of their work. The European Standard Reference Guide for Herbology had a clear list of instructions on what to do if you found a new or undiscovered species of plant. You had to write down the plant’s identifying characteristics, use highly-specialised spells to probe deeper into the inner workings of the plant, and use the plant in a few simple potions to learn even more about it.
It was simple enough to follow the list, but it was quite rigorous and required enough competency at a wide range of magical applications to ensure that you succeeded.
Anastasia allowed Harry to take the lead on the majority of the work. She sat beside him, offering the occasional piece of guidance or insight as he worked, while Hermione watched on with that innate desire for knowledge that made her so attractive in Harry’s eyes.
Harry had no problem up until they reached the potion work. That was when he needed to rely on Anastasia and her stores of potions, which she kept on hand just like he did. They set up several potions to bubble away at once. Each one would react to the new plant in different ways, and then they’d turn certain colours and consistencies depending on various factors.
Once they had those potions set up, there was little to do but wait.
“I can look over these now,” Anastasia told Harry as she stretched her arms high above her head. “There’s no need for all three of us to stare at them.”
“I feel bad letting you do this when I was the one who was asking for your help,” Harry replied. “Surely I can—”
“Don’t worry about it,” Anastasia waved him off. “I needed to rest inside anyway. I’ve been tanning all morning, so I needed a break from the sun.”
Harry’s eyes couldn’t help but glance down at Anastasia’s bare breasts and the beautiful tan they now had. “I can see that.”
“Why don’t you two go take a walk around?” Anastasia suggested. “Maybe you’ll run into Narcissa and you can tell her about our plans for tomorrow evening. She should be resting in the villa next to mine.”
Hermione shrugged in reply to Harry’s questioning glance. Anastasia seemed quite excited at the thought of being fucked by Harry again, so he figured that he may as well let Narcissa know so that she could get to planning as well.
“Alright,” Harry said. “We’ll be back in an hour or so when the potions should be done.”
“Sounds good,” Anastasia yawned as she laid back down on her bed.
By now, it was just past noon, and the sun was beating down hard on them as they stepped back outside. Thankfully, it was only a short trip over to Narcissa’s hut, but before they could take more than a few steps, a snarky tone interrupted them.
“You’ve roped Granger into your fun times with my mother?” Daphne quipped.
She was leaning back against the side of Anastasia’s villa, wearing some tight white shorts and a loose light-blue crop top. She was as gorgeous as ever and looked like the spitting image of Anastasia, only a few years younger.
“For your information, we were doing research,” Hermione corrected her testily.
“Research into how pathetic Potter must be in bed?” Daphne retorted. “Sounds riveting.”
“We were researching a magical plant,” Harry said, trying to defuse the tension that was building. He didn’t know Daphne especially well, but it wasn’t like he wanted to make yet another enemy on this island. “We didn’t have sex or anything.”
“And Harry isn’t pathetic in bed,” Hermione added quickly. “He’s quite marvellous in fact.”
Daphne snorted loudly. “Right, and Malfoy’s got the biggest prick in the world.”
“Harry told me how you walked in on him and Anastasia before,” Hermione said, stalking forward towards Daphne. “Surely you saw then just how much your mum loved his cock.”
Daphne’s eyes flared with annoyance. “She’ll fuck anything that moves. Her and Narcissa both.”
“Then why has she stuck to only wanting Harry?” Hermione asked innocently. “Unless he’s something special.”
Daphne turned her menacing glare onto Harry, and he just held his hands up in surrender. “We don’t need to fight about this—”
“Potter isn’t anything special,” Daphne snapped.
“Then why is your mum begging for him to fuck her again?” Hermione countered. “She wants him bad, and it’s all because of how good he is in bed.”
“Then I’ll test him myself and prove you wrong!” Daphne shouted.
There was a momentary look of shock that crossed everyone’s faces, including Daphne’s. However, Daphne schooled her features back into neutrality quickly. Harry nearly choked on his own saliva as he stared at Daphne with astonishment. He swore that he misheard her, but it was only thanks to everyone else’s reactions that he knew he hadn’t.
Daphne Greengrass was a woman that every man at Hogwarts had fantasised over at one point in time or another. It was impossible not to when she was such a remarkable beauty who stood out everywhere she went. Despite that, few had the courage to openly ask her out, and those that did were always shot down with icy words and stern glare.
And now she wanted to fuck Harry to see for herself how good he was?
Given how well known it was that every guy at Hogwarts lusted after Daphne, Harry expected to see Hermione act protectively of him. To his surprise though, Hermione looked full of confidence and lust.
“Fine then,” Hermione agreed. “But once he proves you wrong, I expect you to admit to it.”
“Don’t I get a say in this?” Harry asked Hermione half jokingly.
Hermione raised an eyebrow at him. “Can you honestly say that you’ve never once thought about shagging Daphne and that you don’t want to do it?”
Harry opened his mouth to reply before closing it again and letting a cheeky smile say everything that needed to be said.
She stepped closer to him and leaned in to whisper in his ear. “Besides, I’ve always wanted to watch you work your magic on another witch. Seeing the Ice Queen cum as you fuck her would be really hot.”
Well, that was all the convincing he needed.
They looked back over at Daphne, who seemed steadfastly resolved to prove them both wrong.
“Follow me,” she said as she turned on her heel and started off towards one of the other villas.
As they walked, Harry’s eyes were fixated on Daphne’s arse as it bounced in her tight shorts. He could already picture it bouncing on his lap as she rode his cock.
Daphne pushed the door open to her villa and hurried inside. She passed straight on through to the bedroom, leaving Harry and Hermione to close the door and follow her in.
The second Harry stepped inside the bedroom, Daphne shoved Harry back onto her bed and grabbed the hem of her top. “Start getting undressed, Potter,” she snapped. “And I’ll show you what’s what.”
“You’d better listen to her,” Hermione chuckled as she pulled up a chair beside the bed. “In order to prove you completely wrong, Daphne, why don’t you dictate exactly what Harry does.”
“Fine by me,” Daphne retorted sharply as she tossed her shirt aside. She had a white bikini top on underneath it, which was straining to contain her ample breasts. Her fingers hurriedly undid the strings holding it up in place, and then she tore off her bikini top just as quickly.
Harry had to bite the inside of his cheek to stop himself from groaning as he eyed Daphne’s breasts. They were the biggest pair he’d ever seen in real life. Pale and topped with tiny pink nipples, Daphne’s breasts had virtually no sag to them and stood high on her chest. Harry wanted to reach out and suck on them and squeeze them, but he’d wait for Daphne to tell him to do so. After all, he wanted to make this contest as fair as possible.
“Quit ogling me and get undressed,” Daphne snapped at him again. She turned her back to him as she unbuttoned her shorts, and then she bent over and showed off her perfect arse as she slowly slid her shorts down her legs. She had a matching bikini thong on underneath, which she pulled down too a moment later. Right in between her thighs, her puffy pink pussy was displayed like a work of art for him.
“Funny,” Hermione said as she stood up and headed over to help Harry get undressed. “From the stain on your thong, it looks like you’re already wet.”
“I need to be if I’m going to fuck Potter, don’t I?” Daphne retorted sharply.
Hermione just grinned as she helped Harry out of his clothes. She gave his rapidly hardening cock a nice squeeze as she pulled down his shorts, and then she stepped back to let Daphne get a full view of it in all of its glory.
“Alright, let’s get…” Daphne’s words trailed off as her eyes landed on Harry’s thick cock. She blinked rapidly, like she couldn’t believe what she was seeing.
“Don’t get scared now,” Hermione teased her. “It’s fun… if you’re woman enough to handle it.”
“I don’t need your condescension,” Daphne replied, but it lacked the heat her words normally did. “I was just thinking that Potter probably gets on with only his size alone. He doesn’t have the skill to back it up.”
“See for yourself,” Hermione said. “How do you want him?”
Daphne bit her lip in thought for a moment before answering. “I’ll start on top.”
Good, Harry thought to himself. It’d let her take her own pace to start and get used to his size inside of her. He wanted this to be a pleasurable experience for both of them.
As Daphne started to climb onto the bed, she paused when she saw Hermione getting undressed too. “What do you think you’re doing?” She asked.
“Getting naked,” Hermione replied patronisingly.
Daphne huffed. “I get that, but why are you getting naked?”
“If you’re going to fuck my boyfriend, I’m at least going to have some fun for myself too,” Hermione answered as she dropped her clothes onto the floor. She sat back down on the seat she’d pulled up, and her fingers began lazily circling her clit as she waited for Daphne to finally make her move on Harry.
“Whatever,” Daphne muttered as she slid onto Harry’s lap. Her thighs dragged along across his as she settled into position, her pussy hovering just a few inches above Harry’s cock. The sight of her heavenly pink core alone was enough to make Harry’s cock leap with excitement and smack off of her wet lips. “Sorry to say, but I doubt he’ll last very long anyway. Even if he’s close to as good as you think he is, he won’t last with me on top of him.”
She grasped his cock in her warm hand and pressed the tip to her even warmer pussy. The memory of Anastasia slowly sinking down onto his cock in her greenhouse still lingered in his mind, and he had no doubt that Daphne’s efforts would as well. She was just as sexy as Anastasia, but he had the added benefit of having casually fantasised about Daphne for several years now to amp up the excitement of it all.
Daphne’s labia parted easily for Harry’s thick cock. She moved slowly, carefully, and confidently as she steadily lowered herself down onto him.
Every inch felt incredible. Harry could feel her tight walls lavishing his cock with the most sumptuous pleasure imaginable as he probed deeper inside of her. They gave way to his girth, though she still remained incredibly tight around him.
Daphne had tried holding her breath as she sank down onto him, but given her slow pace, she couldn’t help but breathe just after she reached the halfway point down his shaft. The sudden intake of breath caused her body to tense up slightly, and the tightness of her pussy increased even further.
“Fuck,” Harry groaned as his hands grabbed her hips. “You’re so tight.”
Just like with Anastasia, there was a heavy amount of pride that showed on Daphne’s face at his words. “Obviously,” she told him, like he’d stated something as simple as the sky being blue. “My body is just about perfect. I’d expect nothing less.”
“Show off,” Hermione muttered as she started to sink her fingers inside of her pussy while her other hand grasped one of her breasts. Her fingers started slowly pumping in and out of herself at a steady pace as she watched Daphne get settled on Harry’s lap with the entirety of his cock inside of her.
It took Daphne a few moments to get accustomed to Harry’s girth, but once that was taken care of, she started to ride him like she’d been doing it for years. It was easy for Harry to see why she was so confident in herself and her skills. He hadn’t had the opportunity for Hermione to be on top of him yet, so, at least for now, he could confidently say that Daphne was better at riding his cock than any other woman he’d been with thus far.
Daphne’s hips moved in a smooth circle as she slid up and down Harry’s cock. The movements were incredibly sensual and allowed the rest of her body to rock beautifully back and forth. Harry’s gaze was locked firmly onto her large breasts as they jiggled nicely on her chest, but his gaze kept dropping down to where their bodies met. Seeing Daphne’s tight lips grip his shaft as she moved up and down was erotic beyond belief, and if he hadn’t had the experiences that he’d had this summer, he was sure that he would’ve cum by now.
Mentally thanking his body for its stamina, Harry held on as Daphne continued her rotations. Once it became clear after a couple of minutes that this wasn’t enough to finish Harry off quickly, Daphne quickly shifted tactics by shifting her stance.
With her heels placed on either side of his hips and her hands planted beside his shoulders, Daphne loomed over Harry as she started to slam herself down more forcefully onto his cock. The slightly annoyed expression on her face wasn’t a bother to Harry, who was basking in the sensation of Daphne moving all the way up and down his shaft faster than before.
“Fuck, this is nice,” Harry groaned, squeezing Daphne’s hips and helping to push her down onto him.
“Hmm,” Daphne hummed in a way that Harry chose to mean agreement. Her pussy was clenched tightly around his cock. Her plump arse smacked off of his thighs each time she forced herself down onto his cock.
Hermione’s moans began to grow louder as she pleasured herself. It was her first time watching Harry with anyone, and she seemed to be loving it just as much as Harry was. He was glad for that. He’d been worried that, despite her words, she’d grow jealous seeing him with anyone else, but his worries proved to be fruitless.
“You’re holding on better than I expected,” Daphne commented, though Harry noticed that her voice sounded off. It was like she was holding something back.
“Hermione told you that I was good,” Harry replied.
“Good?” Daphne snorted, not stopping riding his cock for even a second. “Mediocre is more like it. I haven’t seen anything that can impress me yet.”
Harry felt his pride sting a bit at that. If this was how she wanted to play it, then fine. He’d give her a show that’d leave her stunned.
“Why don’t I take charge for a minute,” he suggested. “That way, you can see me at my best.”
Daphne pondered that for a second. “Okay,” she agreed.
Harry let her get off of his cock. As she stood up, he noticed a slight trembling in her knees.
“Lie down on your back,” Harry told her as he sat up and moved aside. “And I’ll show you what you’ve been missing out on.”
Daphne laid down exactly where he’d been, but she pulled a pillow to rest her head against. She looked like a work of art laying on the bed like that.
“Please. You don’t even feel that good,” Daphne said. A second later, as Harry’s cock rammed itself deep into her pussy, Daphne unleashed a guttural moan that made her cheeks turn pink.
“Keep lying to yourself, princess,” Hermione giggled. “His cock is fucking magnificent.”
Harry grinned over at Hermione quickly before returning his focus to Daphne. He’d had enough of her belittling and snide remarks. He was going to show her just how good he could be in bed.
Harry hooked his arms under Daphne’s legs and lifted them up into the air. With this angle, he could ram into her as deeply as possible. Daphne didn’t seem bothered in the slightest by this turn of events. In fact, Harry thought that she even looked a little excited. Her pupils were dilated and her eyes widened slightly as her breaths came faster and faster.
He was winning her over. Now, he just needed to seal the deal.
Harry moved his hips smoothly, using his experience over the past summer to find the perfect pace that made Daphne’s body react exactly the way he expected it to. Her pussy squirmed perfectly around his cock in a way that told him he was doing exactly what he needed to, and her body language screamed that she was loving what Harry was doing.
He fucked her fast and rough, pounding into her pussy just as rapidly as she’d slammed down onto his cock before. The only difference was that he was in control now, and Daphne was quickly struggling to maintain control over her pleasure.
If she were any other woman, she’d be screaming her head off by this point. It was only due to Daphne’s poise and refusal to let Harry see her pleasure that kept from that. Still, moans escaped her lips against her will as Harry fucked her. They were often followed by an annoyed glare sent Harry’s way that he dared make her express her pleasure to him, but those became less and less frequent the longer that they went.
Harry’s need was great. Daphne had teased him long enough to stoke his arousal to the breaking point, and his cock was throbbing with pleasure inside of her tight walls. And it was through this excessive lust that he got the first reaction he’d been dying to see.
Daphne let out a moan louder than any before as his cock filled her up completely. Her walls stretched around his girth and then clenched down tightly around him, and he kept himself buried deep inside of her pussy. His pelvis ground against hers, stimulating her clit and giving him the chance to stare directly into her eyes.
An emotional connection was formed then as Daphne stared back into his. The physical pleasure was intense as anything but the meeting of their eyes brought something deeper to the equation, which left Daphne shivering from its intensity.
The sound of Hermione fingering her wet pussy rang out as Harry breathlessly returned to fucking Daphne. He kept up the eye contact, letting Daphne see just how determined he was to win this little contest between the two of them.
It only took a few seconds before Daphne’s moans returned. They were loud and obvious, and despite her best attempts to mask them, they still sounded like music against Harry’s ears.
Harry pounded into Daphne’s pussy as hard as he could as he felt his pleasure doubling over and over again. He was drawing close to his orgasm, but so was she. All that mattered was that by the time he came, she had as well. In that, he would have proved his adequacy and put an end to this silly animosity that had been brewing ever since she caught him fucking Anastasia.
Hermione’s voice grew louder and louder as Harry continued his deep thrusts into Daphne. While she kept plunging her fingers into her drenched pussy, her other hand had left her breast and instead focused on stimulating her clit to the maximum potential. She looked positively tormented by the pleasure she was experiencing by watching Harry fuck Daphne, and he was glad that she was.
It wasn’t a surprise when mere moments later, Hermione screamed as her orgasm tore through her body.
Daphne’s head snapped to the side in surprise at hearing the other woman orgasm, but Harry’s next brutal thrust brought her back to the task at hand. Try as she might, Harry could tell that her pleasure was overwhelming her mind too. Her pussy was starting to spasm around his cock, and the trembling that wracked her body was represented in the way her voice shook as she moaned.
Eventually, Daphne’s lust gave way to her will as her pussy clamped down hard on his cock. Harry gritted his teeth, but he couldn’t stop what was to come.
“Harry!” Daphne screamed at the top of her lungs, cumming as he exploded inside of her.
At that moment, Harry knew he’d won. It didn’t matter if Daphne still lied and said he was bad in bed; her body provided all the truth he needed to prove the contrary. She loved being fucked by him, and she knew it. It was only her pride getting in the way of her outwardly expressing her love and lust with her words.
Their eyes met for a moment, and Harry saw those emotions reflected in them.
Maybe it wouldn’t be expressed exactly the same way as Anastasia did, but Harry had no doubts that Daphne would be coming to him again.
He’d won her over.
Comments
yan boul
will harry finish the greengrass women's set this vacation? if so will he have fun with all 3 at the same time?
jp9901
Gotcha!
