Chameleon ch.2

Teacher was never in a rush. Pushing was counter productive. As much as some of her students tantalize her, they were not here for her pleasure. She was here to help them find their way, to discover for themselves their sexual path. This one made her hungry. She had raw untapped sexuality just under the surface.

Her student was barely holding it in. Proper was the word that rang in her ears. When teacher had her change clothes she nearly lost control. Just the brush of fingers on her bare skin made her sex ache and pulse, and moisten. She was sure her excitement could be smelled. It frightened her but made her only want more.

Absent mindedly the students fingers brushed back and forth across her chest. It sparked nerve endings that set off a fire storm in her body. She No longer heard the words Teacher spoke. Her eyes willed the buttons that strained under Teachers full bust to burst open. She silently licked her lips as she watched Teachers red pump dangle from perfectly manicured toes.

Teacher watched her student as they spoke. Her words and body no longer in sync. It was clear that the time has come. Learning forward caused her button to finally surrender to the pressure. The pop caused both to laugh, easing the silent tension. Taking her students hands in hers she looked into her eyes and asked” do you want to touch me?”

As she exhaled the deepest sigh ever,the student felt the release of fear and whispered “yes please”. Easing closer together on the couch,her student reached up and traced the outline of her teachers face. Her eyes questioned her own movements, she was uncertain, she begged for directions.

Being the wise teacher she could read her students eyes, feel the uncertain hunger in her touch. It was time to show her the path and nudge her when necessary. Lifting her chin she gently kissed her students perfectly pouting lips. Gentle at first, letting the hunger rise with each touch. She did not lead the pace but let her pupil unknowingly take the lead. Her roll was not to direct but be a safe place for her student to explore.

Kissing led to tentative touching. Fingertips set on fire with desire. Which allowed her student to slide past her mental block and fall headlong into her deep hidden carnal desires. No words were needed. Permission had already been granted for her pupil to go wherever her passion took them.

Undressing was soft and slow, allowing each to explore. It was the first time her student had not only seen but been able to touch another woman. She did not want to miss anything. She kissed and licked and sucked at her teachers breasts. They were soft and heavy in her hands. So entranced by them she almost did not want to move on. Once naked her teacher made her stop and stand naked in front of the mirror. You need to see your beauty, her teacher said. Above all else know your value. This is your flesh to use as you wish. It is not an idle playground. But you are a temple to worship whether you share yourself with a man or woman. As she stood there She saw her beauty, she felt the power she held, and in that moment she became herself.

Turning the student took the lead, placing one hand behind the teachers waist and the other in the soft wetness of her teachers cunt. Her fingers sliding in and out of her mound. She felt powerful as the moans of want escaped teachers lips. She led her to the couch and once there began licking gently at the wet pulsing pussy before her. It was tentative to begin,but soon she was lost in the aroma and taste. She did not want to quit, but teacher new better. Your turn my dear was her directive. She started to panic,no one had ever touched her much less licked her. Her body betrayed her completely as teachers tongue skilfully tasted her. In an instant she came. Her body rolling with pleasure and shame. Her head trying to take from her the joy of her first lesbian orgasm. Tears escaped as she felt shame at her own desire.

Teacher scooped her into her arms and held her. Letting her ride the emotions. Here you were encouraged to feel everything so you made educated choices. As her tears subsided teacher asked,”do you wish to continue?” “Again please” was the answer.

The night rolled into one orgasm after another as her student gave and received. Each one teaching her more about her own body and what felt good and what she did not enjoy. It gave her words to go with her desire. It gave her power because knowledge is power. Eventually exhausted, teacher dressed her student and called her a taxi. As they waited they talked about the possibility of future lessons. But teacher encouraged her to find like minded friends and to embrace what ever sexual choices she felt moved by. Kissing her goodby she smiled because she had just witnessed the birth of a woman.

Lessons will follow. I am not a writer. I am a story teller. So please excuse the errors. I am not hung up on perfection. Nothing in life is….

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Being a sexual chameleon

Damn, she sighed, why am I even awake? After last night I should be sound asleep until at least noon. She smiled thinking about the night before. Her job was, far from normal. It was not what her family might have chosen for her, in fact if they knew they would lose their minds, but she loved it.

It took some time for her to find her to calling. After years of a discontented marriage, a career that she loved but was ready to walk away from, and finally becoming comfortable in her own skin she realized something. She likes sex! No this was not a surprise. She had always liked sex but she had also always had this fascination with roleplay. The older she got the more she realized that everyone had that something that made them tick. That thing that made their engine rev like nothing else. It had started out innocently enough she read tons of stories she played with a few friends mostly she was navigating herself trying on different personas to see what stuck. She knew that honestly she what’s a cock sucker okay maybe a pussy licker to but she loved giving oral like nothing else. it literally caused her body to stream like a fountain and whatever was underneath her was going to have a puddle.

After some time and great word of mouth she began to accumulate quite a following. She hated the word client. It sounded so formal. What happened here was an exploration of one’s sexual self. She helped people explore and find their own sexual self.

Everyone was different. Some were dominant, others submissive. There were pets, babies,cos players. Players, and virgins. Some wanted to explore bisexuality, anal play or bondage. Her favorite were the couple’s exploring the art of sharing. It always amazed her how little people really new about their own sexual desires. And how hard they found it to talk about what they wanted. And yet she knew that there was a difference between sex during exploration and the sexual connectivity with that someone special. Even she lost her words with her King. Her desire was to please him. Often she felt she fell short. Ugh… Helping others explore was always easier. She lost herself in the play. Becoming what they needed seemed easy. It was exhilarating to dive into conversation with a client, to pick out what they would not admit to, but secretly wanted. To help them find their words and to then put it into action. To perform their desires like a passion play. She became a sexual chameleon, morphing into what ever was needed.

Last night had been long and slow. A younger woman who had never been active and was torn with lesbian cravings. Her body was at war with her clerical upbringing. They talked for hours about faith and desire. About finding one’s own space and peace. She had chosen her outfit with great care. A pencil skirt, classic red pumps, and a silk button down blouse. Authoritative with an edge. Her bust strained at the buttons. Red lace bra peaked out and matched her cheeky boy short lace panties. They were soft to the touch and created hunger to the eyes. Her young client was clearly uncomfortable in her own skin as she wore leggings, slip on shoes and a shapeless sweater. Nothing about her screamed sex, it did not even whisper. A visit to the closet was step one. Favorite colors found. Fabrics that enticed her fingertips. A short shift dress that grazed a soft thigh, and a deeply v’d neck line that showed the full upper curve of pert young breasts. Bare feet and an ankle chain were the perfect combination. Innocent but flirty.

The teacher and student taking each step as it came. Clothes, hair, makeup,perfume,how to walk and sit. How to listen with interest when someone spoke. Learning to lean in, the magic of a properly timed touch. It is true that some of it was not necessary, but they were painting a canvas, setting the scene for her young student. A place where she felt comfortable and confident. Where she could let herself feel rather than think.

There was more to come. Just what? I guess you will have to check back in to see.

mutual masterbation

That lazy afternoon was winding down. Life had been way to busy and play time had been in short order. They both hungered for play and needed the release. Still there was this reality that time and energy were not matching up.

His sensual naked body reclined on the couch and she wanted to touch him in the worst way, but he was engrossed in the TV and she knew he had been working so hard and deserved the down time. He knew she was watching and loved messing with her hunger when he got the chance. So he continued to lounge there and make random twitching actions with his ample cock. At some point he decided to test her resolve and began fingering his own swelling cock. Giving her a wicked smile and silently daring her to act. He wondered just what she would do.

It was not long before the hunger in her won. How she loved watching him stroke his cock and to see his body respond. Every inch of him throbbed as he stroked. She slid her chair around so that he had a good view of her naked and dripping cunt. Biting her lip she slipped first one finger then two into the warm wetness and smiled at him. There was no need for words, but he added the ones that made her melt even more.

That’s my very good, naughty girl, her growled. Her breath caught as she looked him in the eyes and asked him, please tell me. Tell you what he asked, even though he knew. But how he loved to hear her ask. Tell me to cum, she whispered. Not yet was his response, but don’t stop, was the carnal growl. She changed the rhythm so as to do as he bid, but she wanted to cum so badly. She would not until he gave her permission, but the ache, the hunger grew.

As he slipped from the couch he came to her on his knees, sliding his throbbing cock into her dripping cunt. That action nearly sent her over the edge. Whispering in her ear, he said NOW. And with that she came hard. He groaned as she did and continued his deep thrusts. Now it is daddy’s turn he said as he grabbed her hips and came deep within her.

Giggling she looked at him and said, Look what a mess you made. Not me he said. You know what happens when you finger that pretty thing. Yes but you started it she said coyly. Yes i did, and i  finished it too, he said with a satisfied grin.

Oh how i love naked Saturdays

celebrations

It was that holiday. The one where the candy company tells you to love someone with gifts. Personally my least favorite of the year. I hate the idea of a mandated day of love when it clearly should be everyday. But who am i to argue with Hallmark and Hershey.

So i caved and put a card and candy bar in my kings lunch box. to be honest i love cards. Pretty little notes that are unexpected. Words of love given to stir the heart and soul of your lover in the middle of a mundane work week.

I was shocked to see my king burst through the front door at work carrying a card and candy and teddy bear with a big heart balloon attached. He always surprises me. The gifts were sweet, but it was more the fact that he stopped in the middle of his day to see me. That made the day worth it all.

Evening was another gift all in itself. I planned a surf and turf country style. Elk steak, shrimp, baked potato, salad and fresh fruit. Followed by a home made chocolate cherry pie. But no holiday of love would have been complete without the right outfit. So i made sure this one was spot on perfect for his style.

Pink lace  panties, thigh high stockings with heels of course. a very mini denim mini skirt and a white wife beater with a pink lace bra underneath. The effect was clearly evident. It was all either one of us could do to not just stop dinner and have human desert first.

I love the tease. It is like the abundance of naughty suggestive texts during the day. It builds hunger. Patience while wearing that kind of outfit is a challenge but by the time you cave to the carnal lust it is so worth the wait.

Life gave me the best V day ever. I finally don’t hate that holiday. My king made me feel special. Made me the center of his universe in a big way that day. I had no room to doubt his want or desire of me. There was no porn or naughty conversations about other people in our play. It was just us two and sometimes that is the best of all. Knowing that I was the one who made him hungry and i alone was all he needed to fill that hunger.

I know, I love the porn and the dirty idea of adding a third, but as a girl you need to know from time to time that you are all he needs. Life is so good.

 

 

 

sexual fantasies

Have you ever stopped to ask yourself where yours came from? What makes some things trip your trigger and some turn you off fast? It is something i have thought of but not with the clarity i have today.

I have baby girl fantasies. Now, with my history of childhood sexual assault, many would thing it strange. But today i understood it better than ever. My step dad was all about innocence and purity.  I was a good girl. Given white and pastel colors to wear. It was never about me touching him. Only him touching me. He loved to shock me but exposing himself. He thrived off of the idea of purity.

As an adult during my first marriage there was NO  fantasy play. Now that i am in a healthy loving relationship the play is abundant. And i have explored age play. Now I get that it has nothing to do with the abuse.  For me being a baby girl is about 2 things, the safety and love and feeling very special. The other is about being   a BAD GIRL.  This baby girl is naughty and dirty and loves it. There is no innocence to it. And i love that. I thrive off of the balance of loving safety and the complete ownership that my king has over me as his baby girl. How i can make daddy feel good and be a sexual creature without stupid rules of proper behavior.

To be fair we also have Mommy play.  I had some hickups with it in the beginning. But began to understand that it is about 2 things as well. The loving protectiveness of a mommy as well as the dominate control of TEACHING your cub how to give you great sex. It is a lot to grasp sometimes but great communication leads to amazing sex. Loving this life and all it has given me.

 

Untouchable?

You’re not supposed to go there. There are some things that you just know are wrong, but you go there anyways. You want what  lies ahead.

That girl is just everything you want and know you should not have. She is dark and brooding and slightly mysterious. Not really a mystery but one of those slightly off center girls. You know the kind,they put out that bad girl vibe with the promise of dirty sex but under the surface are the kind of girl you could just touch and kiss and make cum for hours. The problem is that she is way to young. Well over the legal age but when you are 40 plus anything under 30 is practily an infant. Of course that does not even come close to the issue of her being your friends daughter. Still when you are sitting there face to face talking to her you get lost. Lost in her soft dark eyes and in her cleavage. She is the perfect level of thick. Boobs like to fully ripe cantalope inside of her scoop neck top. The one that hugs them all the way around and then skims over her stomach and hips. The hips that currently are covered in dark purple velvet track pants with bell bottoms. The ones you know do not have a single piece of fabric under them. Pantie lines do not exist. Of course she is her mothers child so there would never be panties. Damn it, now your head just went there. Her ginger haired mom who does not even own a bra. Who’s nipples are always in your face, making you bite your lower lip.

Think about something else…. Ok there is always Pam. You know that she is a bitch. Most of the time she comes off as quiet an slightly insecure. But a girl knows, and that one needs a huge cock in her ass. She needs her hair pulled and to be force feed a thick meaty cock. And after you kiss the tears from her face she needs shoved face first into a wet pussy and made to eat it until it cums and is then spotlessly clean. She is the one you want to watch your King fuck. Partly because you know he secretly lusted after her and partly because you know she needs it, and would beg for more after you finished with her. Inside of that woman is a wanton harlot who likes it rough. Shit…Try again

There was the bartender chick. You want to keep her for yourself. She needs dressed in cute outfits and then paraded around a crowd of lusty people. Preferably on a shiny leash. The slut with the vibrating panties. take her to the edge and then deny her any release. Have her so hot and wanton that she begs. Kiss her, touch her and tell her no. Put her on her knees and make her eat your pussy in front of everyone. And when you have had your fill, make her cum hard while your king shoots cum all over her hair and pulls on her studded nipples. Fuck…

You wonder if you have ever told him about the red haired client that you know is one dirty girl? Her sex drive matches your own, or may even surpass it. She comes off as a tomboy. Sexy as hell. Still you know that she would be the one for a slow afternoon romp. That woman you would slowly undress, take her hair down and watch it brush the top of her hips. The one you would lay back and admire. Who’s body you would happily make rise and fall and crash into blissful orgasm over and over again and not be pissed off if you never came. Ok, well that is not fully true. You need that orgasm. Still she is…… Oh my

And there will always be Steph. Kissing her was so good. Great rack, wicked curves. A thicker girl than you but great proportions. She would be the one you and your king could share. Not rough, but slow and hot and hungry. The girl who’s sex life has been all work and little fun. It pisses you off that things did not work out. You were so close to having all that you desired. And you know that she was there too. But she found another playmate. Darn the luck…

This is the land of the untouchables. You have surfed the net, look for and found it wanting. You are hungry for the carnal and the sharing. There has yet to be the final play. One day all that you desire will happen.

Patti…. That one need duct tape and a good ass whipping. But how hot she would look mounted on your Kings pole. She would so like it… Like i said, a girl always knows.

The mental fantasy play

He loves that i am bi sexual. I have not had any female lovers since we became a couple but he it a typical male and loves the idea of it at least. Because of that we do share a very healthy fantasy life. Last night it went something like this…

Finally home and in bed. What felt like the worlds longest day was over. But i am looking at his perfect naked body laying on the bed and i can tell he has read my latest fantasy piece. With hunger i take him in my mouth and relish the sounds coming from him. Lord how i love oral sex with him. Nothing makes me hotter and more ready than a mouth full of my kings ample cock. That was until…. ” I am going to take my cock out of your pretty mouth in a minute and bury it deep in your naughty perfect pussy. I am going to make you cum, but when you do i want you to yell the name of the woman you want. Are we clear?” We were very clear.

And here is where my over processing brain went.

“Oh my god i love him, he is perfect, Fuck that feels great, So deep, so hard, so… oh shit i am going to  cum… Oh Daddy, i am going to…..NO NO NO, i don’t have a name OH hell Mary……”

His intent was to try and help me let go. To just be in the moment. I have a hard time with this. I have some bad control issues and i am learning. Thank goodness he is a patient man.But somewhere in all of that my brain had a marathon run of all of the women i know and my personal physical responses to them. UGH what a cluster fuck that was.

I find lots of different women sexy. I like curvy  brunette women. But i have been with all types, thin, curvy, tall, short. So somewhere in all of that i was trying to figure out which woman would not only i enjoy but would turn him on as well. See i am a challenge. I do not know how to be self centered even when asked to be.

What i get this morning is that my brain is wired very different when i am in the moment with him and when i am the me mind set of being with a woman. Some women i want to dominate in the worst way. Some i want to explore for hours and have multiple mutual orgasms with. And some i want to deliver to his feet and watch them cry as he trys to make them take all of his rock hard cock either in the mouth or in the ass. “trust me neither is easy”

So that is why i had a mind melt when he asked. The idea turned me on. But i could not find the emotional place i needed to be to decide which woman it would be. In that moment there was no other woman, it was simply my King and myself and that was all i needed.

One day there will be a third in this relationship. I know that. And i ma good with that. I want the ability to have a female playmate, and to share her with him and him with her. Until then we will live in this fantasy and i will keep going through the list in my head.

And honest is honest, i am more inclined at this time to find the one to deliver to his feet. As long as he lets me play with her while he is in recovery mode. I so want him after he has made another woman a quivering puddle on the floor.

Memories and Fantasies

You never know what will inspire you. Today it was a blouse that brought back some memories. Our first trip to the strip club, stripper glitter and what if’s. What follows is a fantasy of that trip and the what if’s of a visit to the back room that did not happen.

 

Sitting there with her in my lap, watching him grin like a cheshire cat, had my heart racing. She had mentioned the back room but i was to chicken. About then was the moment she spun around in my lap and put her hand in my bra. She explored and found my very hard nipple. The firm pinch that followed was all the inspiration i needed. With one swift movement i grabbed her hair and found her lips with mine. “Back room, NOW” i growled. I heard her catch her breath and look at me with surprise and hunger. Looking at him all i could say was ” You coming?” Huge eyes looked up at me with a wicked smile as his hard cock pointed the way.

I surveyed the landscape until i found what i wanted, 3 plush chairs in a back corner. I pointed to the corner chair and without a word he sat there. I wanted him to be trapped in that corner. He needed to see all that was about to happen. Standing next to her i took her hand and asked the rules. I wanted to be clear on what could and could not happen. When she had finished the list i nodded and stepped closer. ” Be a good girl now, I am going to kiss you” She was by no means out of her element but seemed to understand that i was in charge of what would happen. He was going to get the show of his life and i was going to enjoy every inch of her i could.

I let her know that i would not do any thing without telling her first. She had the right to decline any action. But i needed to release her firm tits from her bra. My lips found her nipple as her bra landed in his lap. She was sitting straddling my lap, the perfect angle to kiss her and lick her breasts. I so love boobs and hers were lovely. I knew he was eyeing her ass in those cheeky panties. How could you blame him for looking. It was one sweet round ass for sure. Hands and lips roamed free. Her wetness dripping on my thigh. Once again i purred in her ear and told her what i wanted next.

Standing up she slipped from her wet lace panties and placed them over his face. He inhaled deeply and smiled.Slipping into her chair facing him she swung her leg over the arm of the chair and began fingering her wet naked slit. His cock jumped in his pants. I kissed and touched her as she continued the show. I encouraged her to enjoy herself. We were going to watch and enjoy her perfection. Soon the moans of hunger slipped from her lips and i knew it was time. One my knees i slipped between his legs and released the anaconda from his strained slacks. With one lick he groaned with desire. Her eyes popped open from the sound and she let out a glorious moan. I looked back at her and smiled. “Nice isn’t it? Dear God was all she could say.

Lifting my skirt i turned around to face her and sat on his lap. His cock had no problem finding my very wet and swollen pussy. It throbbed from hunger as it swallowed his entire cock. Rolling my hips, i watched her fingers vanish inside of her glistening pussy. From behind me i heard him whisper” She is hot isn’t she my queen? Please make us all come”

Squeezing his cock tight i told him that he should tell her like he does me. Let’s see if she can come on command. My fingers found my clit and i began rocking on his cock. His hands found my ass and encouraged the rhythm. She matched our intensity and soon everyone was on the edge.  His eyes met hers and he growled “cum, you better cum NOW”

And she did. In fact we all did. I watched her gush all over her fingers. Her eyes rolled and her breast bounced as her body convulsed from the intensity of her orgasm. The sight of her caused me to then explode all over his pulsating cock and i pushed him even deeper into my throbbing pussy. I could feel him burst inside of me as he reached maximum depth.

The three of us sat there trying to catch our breath. I stood up slowly and pulled her to her feet and kissed her with the softness of a satisfied woman. Stroking her still firm nipple i Thanked her for the fun and asked it i could stroke her wet pussy. She smiled and granted me access. As my fingers found their way to her naked mound she shivered and pulled me closer. I loved the feel of her wetness and the response of her body. I was about to stop when she grabbed my hand and begged me for one more. I could only say yes. Soon we were in a heap at this feet on the floor. Our bodies taking over. There was only wanton desire and the need for more. Each of us fingers deep in the others pussy. Soon i had her sitting up and backed against the chair between his legs. His cock throbbing next to her cheek. I had burried my face in her wet pussy with three fingers deep inside. Finding just the right spot she came hard all over my mouth. His hands had found their way to her breasts and kept tweeking her nipples to encourage more intensity from her orgasm.

She curled up at his feet like as satisfied kitten. But i was still pulsing and he was still hard. So I crawled up in his lap and looked him in the eye “daddy, have i been a good girl?” He smiled and said “yes my baby girl” “Please make me cum again” i begged. With that he was deep inside of me and thrusting hard. His mouth biting at my nipples i screamed and came harder than ever as he errupted once again as deep as he could inside of my wanton cunt. I collapsed on his chest as he stroked my hair. His cock still inside of me.

From somewhere behind us we heard cheers and clapping. It seems our earlier encounter had been loud enough that we had drawn a crowd. I am sure that daddy knew all along. And that made it all even better.

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He knows me all to well

In men i have no type. I have been attracted to thin and thick, short and tall. For me it is more about a mental connection than a physical one. BUT… when it comes to women i have a type.

Dark hair, dark eyes, great boobs, no they don’t have to be large just perky and with responsive nipples, and hips with that curve you just want to grab ahold of.

I say this because we have a bar tender that causes me a level of frusteration i do not want to admit. She is Nice to look at but with random attitude that makes me say, NO. But.. I know there is always a But.

Different people bring out different sides of my sexual personality. With my King i tend to be more submissive and playful. I crave him so i will do damn near anything he desires to get my hands and mouth on his cock. He can have me on my knees and dripping wet with ease. Others have brought out my dominate side. The one where  you just want to put them up against the wall and stare them down until they say ” Mistress how may i please you”. That is this girl.

I see her and know that she thinks she is the shit. She carries herself sometimes with a swagger that dares you to look at her with hunger in your eyes. She knows how to dress her assets. The best is knee boots with printed leggings, no panties, and a thin t shirt with no bra. And yes it looks like a new nipple piercing. Her ass and hips  have great jiggle. And those small but pert nipples beg to be put in a clamp until she begs to be released. Doing so would require immediate oral attention to them because they would need soothing.

I am still finding my comfort level when it comes to that aggressive dominate side of me. I wonder just what my love will think if he ever saw me unleash the Queen. The things i would do to that girl might make him cum without contact or make him cut me loose and never want to be with me again. Gratefully not every woman brings out the Diva bitch. Some make me just want to kiss and touch them for hours keeping them on the edge of an orgasm until they are begging me for release.

One day we will find out. One day we will find that third and enjoy what ever ride it takes us on.But for now i am loving the fact that he can see my desire even when i try to hide it. I love how he knows me almost better than i know myself.

 

erotica, pornography,nude, naked?

When my daughter was quite young she determined there was  difference between Nude and Naked. In her little head nude was just you with no clothes and was not at all shocking. Naked on the other hand was shocking and was to be avoided. Funny how little brains work.

Now as an adult there are the same conversations around erotica and porn. Erotica is the admiration of the unclothed human form. Porn is just dirty sex. Trust me i like both. I participate in both. And one does not always lead to the other. But i wonder if everyone can make the differentation or if they are so uptight that nude and naked are the same.

Personally i find no shock in either one. Human sexuality should be embraced and not repressed. Sex sells but there is a difference for me between romantic intimacy with my partner and naughty sex just for the fun of it. In making love to my mate and in sex on cam to build the desire level or to make bank.

Life is built on the rules we are given in our youth. It is up to us as adults to determine if those rules fit the life we want to have. Do those rules make us better people or do they stifle the raw humanity within each of us.

I for one think rules should be broken and that Nude and Naked should be as much fun as erotica and porn.

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