Message-ID: <27773asstr$976277408@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Message-ID: <14134462.976245952486.JavaMail.imail@wiser.excite.com> From: Creampie Eater Reply-To: Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=iso-8859-1 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit X-MIME-Autoconverted: from quoted-printable to 8bit by asstr-mirror.org id AAA28647 Subject: {ASSM} "Creampie Massage Part 1" (MMF) by Creampie Eater Date: Fri, 8 Dec 2000 07:10:08 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: RuiJorge, IceAltar DISCLAIMER: This is a story about sex between consenting adults. If you are not an adult, you cannot consent, even to read this story. Therefore, read something else. Note also that my stories may portray sexual acts that are not necessarily safe. Since you are an adult reading this, you know it. Even so, caveat lector. NOTES: I've replaced my "CreampieEaters's Creampage" with a *FREE* Yahoo club, and from there you can find my archive with all the stories I've written under this 'nym: http://clubs.yahoo.com/clubs/CreampieStories As always, comments can be sent the old-fashioned way to CreampieStories@yahoo.com. I adore comments, good and bad, but rarely receive them. Why not send comments today to the authors you read on ASS and ASSM, including me? Creampie Massage -------------------------------- "Meet you at the Fox & Hound, Discovery Bay, around 6PM," he promised. "I can't wait." "Me either," I enthused. "See ya then." I set the phone back into the cradle, and grinned. It was working out so well it was scary. I was in Honolulu, staying the weekend in order to get a discount airfare. Knowing my plans in advance, I had advertised myself on a couple Yahoo sites, and finally, two days ago, I got a nibble. A rushed check of each other's interests, including pics of them in action, and it was all set. Rick had IM'd me early that morning, and I had gotten him so worked up he had to go fuck his wife. After that, he'd finally got her convinced to try their first threesome. He then called my hotel to tell me it was a go, and to set up the meeting. I had researched meeting places and found the Fox & Hound less than a block from my hotel, which sounded good to both of us. The next few hours after he called confirming the meeting were torture. I finished writing a sexy story, but it didn't relieve my mind. I took a long shower, washing every part of my body, and shaving the most private. I looked at their pictures, getting more and more excited. Finally, I went to the ABC Store and bought a bottle of Crown Royal and a bottle of Coke, then returned to the hotel for a stiff drink. I read Tom Clancy's latest, and got interested in spycraft. Accordingly, I decided to arrive at the Fox & Hound at 5:30, and see if I could spot them coming in. I was wearing a distinctive orange shirt and blue shorts so that they could spot me, but I found it interesting to examine everyone in the place to see if it were they. When 6:00 arrived, I was in a fever pitch. Every new arrival could have been them, and I examined each closely. As 6:30 came and went, I began to re-examine the ones I already had checked. 'Maybe they were running late,' I thought. By 9:00 I was sure they had chickened out, and began to drink in earnest. I decided to give them until 11:00. A couple of really cute Asian girls (probably Japanese ) came in, and I spent the next hour and a half flirting with them with glances, they one facing me smiling shyly. They each went to the bathroom several times, the better to see whom I was checking out (it was the one with the really cute bob). But, they left at 10:45, fifteen minutes before my self-imposed deadline. The girls stopped outside, looking in to see if I was going to follow. They were long gone before I left the Fox & Hound at 11:00, furious at Rick The Jerk and His Wife, but above all I was disappointed. I returned to my room and set-to on the Crown & Cokes. As always, there was a little silver lining. I met a nice lady from Houston, my hometown. She sent me an instant message on Yahoo! praising my stories, and we got to chatting until it was late (for her). After that, I had a great time on Yahoo! Chat, playing Truth or Dare. Although I got a bit intoxicated (well, a bit more than a "bit intoxicated"), it was a great time and the friends I made will last a lot longer than having my face deep in a creamy pussy for a night. Because I was jet-lagged, and had consumed a half bottle of Crown Royal, I slept fitfully. I normally get up at 4:00am Houston time, and I actually went to bed after then, so my body kept wanting to wake up. Finally, I got up at 5:00 am local, tired but totally awake. I fired up Yahoo! Messenger while I made coffee, and saw that Rick The Fucking Asshole was online. "What happened to you guys," I typed. "Wife chickened out," he wrote, honestly at least. "Figured," I grumped. "Sorry..." Rick The Butthead wrote. It was the lamest of excuses. I thought for a second, deciding whether to take my disappointment out on him. Finally, I decided that it was my own fault for being optimistic. He was a horny guy, pressing his wife to do something she wasn't ready for, yet. Someday she might be, and I thought my job right now was to not make him shy about approaching people. In that way, I needed to be bigger than my disappointment. "Well, I hope you have better luck next time. If she is ready before Tuesday night, let me know." "Thanks for understanding," he wrote, tacking on an inappropriate smilie face on the end. Whatever. "OK, C'ya," I wrote, closing the IM window. "You have dinner usually at the Fox & Hound?" he wrote, popping up the IM window again. Annoyed, I answered, "Yep, every night, unless I eat somewhere else. Have a good one." I closed the window. "Alright, have a nice day," he replied, opening the window yet again. This time I ignored him. Besides, my new friend from Houston was online and I wanted to chat with her. As is the case with most of my disappointments, I soon forgot about it. Part of it was the chat, and part was in finishing a story that I posted to glowing reviews, but most of it was my life outlook to learn from bad things I couldn't change and to move on. Heck, even my hangover was gone by noon! Accordingly, I was back at the Fox & Hound at 5:00, enjoying a Bud draft and realizing that I recognized most of the people there. I liked the fact that it was a neighborhood kind of place, with regulars, instead of the tourist-oriented joints you so often found in Waikiki. I even recognized the waitress, and was pleased she recognized me too. I gulped down my first beer, and sipped my second while waiting for the awesome foot-long hotdog and fries. The TV even had on Dexter's Laboratory, which always made me laugh. I didn't think it could get better than that. When you are a semi-regular, the arrival of someone attracts your attention. I saw the movement down the steps to the entrance, and turned to check out the fresh meat. I saw at once that it was a couple, maybe in their 30s, and they were looking a bit anxious. I knew why, of course, because I recognized her despite the fact that she didn't have a hokey black bar over her eyes. It was Rick The Putz and his wife, arriving a day late. I didn't know what game they were playing, or what they were about, but I was annoyed and pretended to not see them. I didn't need to get involved with players, and, more to the point, my meal arrived. I dug in, not watching them but again cursed by my excellent peripheral vision: I saw him steer her to my table. "Clem?" Rick The Weenie said, to get my attention. "It's been a long time," he continued. Long time? Oh yes, our cover story. In our plan of the previous night, I was to play a mainlander in town on business, which was true enough. The Lie was that I had met him at a conference a couple years before, we had agreed, and he had told me to call if ever I got to Hawaii. It was to be a collegial meeting, a reunion that would become more if we were all comfortable. It was apparent he was keeping the cover story, and even though I knew they were going to disappoint me again, I had to keep the cover. I should have snarled and run them off, but I am too nice. "Rick!" I exclaimed, feigning pleased surprise, "glad to see you bub. Want to sit down?" "Sure," he said, pulling out a stool for his wife to sit down. "Clem, I'd like you to meet Vanessa. Vanessa, this is Clem." Vanessa put out her hand, and we shook. Her hand was cold and clammy. We sat and talked for a while, establishing our cover story more fully while we munched on my fries. Rick, for all his faults, was smart enough to shut the fuck up while I established a rapport with Vanessa. Turns out that she was very likable, once you got a little liquor in her to calm her nerves. Knowing I didn't have much to lose, and having a total 'what the hell attitude', I didn't hide the fact that I was checking her out. She was cuter than her pics suggested, with very pretty eyes that danced when she laughed. She also had really nice legs that her short skirt didn't cover very well. After an hour, we were having animated conversations, and I decided it wasn't going to get any more relaxed. I'd had a few beers, and they had each had a few brown liquor drinks. I wanted to let them talk between themselves, and besides I had to drain my bladder of all that beer, so I got up and excused myself to go to the loo. I used the urinal, then read the front page of the paper posted above it. I figured I'd given them a good ten minutes to themselves by the time I returned to the table. "So," Vanessa began, "Rick tells me that you said you took a class last year in massage?" I was a bit surprised, because that was almost a code-phrase. "Yeah," Rick added helpfully, "Vanessa has a back ache." Now that was a code-phrase. Rick had told me that his gambit to get his wife with another man was to let her get naked for a massage, and to let the third (me) get her more aroused. To make this work, he would tell her I knew how to give a massage so that it was a plausible plan. "Sure," I replied to Vanessa, "I took a class on the different massage techniques. I did pretty well, although all I remember now is the Shiatsu technique." Like all good lies, this one was based on a bit of truth. I never took a massage class, but I did get a book and have given many massages. "I give a pretty good massage; I bet I could work out any knots in your back." Vanessa smiled, although I could tell it was a bit forced. "That sounds great," she said. "I guess you have a hotel room nearby?" "The Holiday Inn is two doors down," I nodded in agreement. "The only thing is that I normally use a warming oil, and I didn't bring that with me. We can run to the ABC store on the corner and get more suntan lotion, and I can use that?" "Why don't you do that while we settle the tab?" Rick suggested. By the time I made my purchase and returned, Rick and Vanessa had paid and were waiting for me on the sidewalk. We walked to the hotel in a strained silence. It was the most awkward time in any encounter, between the decision to go for it and the actual first sex. Even walking through the lobby seemed strenuous, what with the desk clerks smiling at us, knowingly it seemed to our nervous eyes. A short elevator ride and finally we were in my room. "Anybody feel like a drink?" I offered, "I have Crown and Cokes." They both thought it was a good idea, what with our nerves running high. I made theirs on the very strong side, while I made mine extremely light. I didn't want to get drunk and miss the fun. They tossed theirs back, not even seeming to taste the 75% Crown. I decided to press on with my role as massage expert. "Vanessa, why don't you take a nice warm shower to heat your skin while I get everything ready?" "OK," she said simply, and she went into the bathroom. "Rick?" she beckoned, and Rick went with her. A minute later Rick came back out as the water started to run in the shower. "Everything's cool," he said softly. "She just wanted to make sure one last time that I was positive I wanted to try this." "Are you?" I asked seriously. My tone of voice gave him pause, and he considered for a few long seconds. "Yeah, I'm sure." "Good," I smiled. "You said you wanted me in my undies? Do you want me to strip now or in front of her?" "Well, I was hoping you had gym shorts or something," he said. "I do." I reached in the dresser and pulled out my workout shorts that I always bring on trips (but never use to workout in). I quickly stripped to put them on. It was a little uncomfortable to be nude in front of Rick, but that is part of the territory in threesomes, especially considering what Rick was thinking about trying. I slipped on my shorts, and an "Aloha from Hawaii" t-shirt. Rick fished in his wife's purse, pulling out a condom. "Here ya go," he said, walking over. I had mentioned that when excited I had a tendency to drool precum, and I'd told him I often wore a condom so that my clothes wouldn't get stained. I held out my hand, but he had other ideas. "Let me put it on," he whispered. Sweet mother of Jesus! In our hot chat, I had mentioned several hot scenarios that I loved. Several of them were totally bisexual in nature, and those had been the ones to drive Rick to distraction. Like me, he was bi-curious but had never acted on his curiosity. We had agreed that if it seemed OK, we'd settle the "curious question" once and for all, confirming whether or not we enjoyed bi-sex. As I pulled down my shorts to expose my cock to him, I realized that this was a first step in that process. His hands were shaking slightly as he touched me. He gently stroked my dick, his manly hands using a soft grip. Sure enough, there was a drop of precum oozing out, and he rubbed his thumb through my cockeye, smearing the moisture. But without doing more, he tore open the package and rolled on the condom. It was as if he suddenly realized what he was doing and was embarrassed. I took the ice bucket and the suntan lotions I'd bought and went into the bathroom. "It's just me," I called to Vanessa over the running water. She pulled back the shower curtain just enough to look out. "I'm getting the oils warm," I told her. "Come on out when you are ready." I put the bottles of suntan lotions into the bucket, then filled it with warm water until they floated. The lotions would absorb the heat from the water and feel nice against bare skin. I went back into the room, and found Rick pouring himself another drink. We looked at each other for an uncomfortable minute, and then the water turned off. I'll admit to butterflies while I waited for Vanessa to come out. I busied myself by stripping the bed and putting the bedding on the floor. The bed was too soft for a proper massage, so it had to be on the floor. I finished my preparations by turning off the air-conditioning so that the room would be comfortable to a naked person. When she came out, she was wrapped in one of the bath towels with another one wrapped around her hair. She looked surprisingly buoyant, walking straight over to Rick and giving him a deep kiss before stealing his drink. She drained it in one gulp, then turned to me. "Ready to make me feel good?" she asked, pretending to stretch her sore back. "Sure," I smiled. "Why don't you lay on your stomach?" Rick had refilled his glass after Vanessa drained it, and I wasn't too surprised to see Vanessa grab it and gulp that one down too. She wasn't drunk when she lay down, but she might be in a little while. While she lay down on her stomach, I went into the bathroom and gathered the rest of the towels. I poured out the water in the bucket, which was now tepid at best, and replaced it with more warm water. Then I ran my hands under the water to make sure they were warm too, because nerves had turned them cool. I took a deep breath, and stepped out to begin the task of arousing Vanessa. I knelt beside her left side, facing her feet. I took out a bottle of suntan lotion, SPF40, and squirted it into my hands. I rubbed them together, feeling its warmth, then took her left foot and rubbed the lotion in. I spent a while, pressing my thumbs into the sole of her foot, listening to her groan in pleasure. I then took more lotion, turned around to face her head, and rubbed the lotion into the back of her leg, forcing the blood back to her heart. Her towel fell just below her bottom, and my hands didn't intrude beneath it, although I felt her tense up in anticipation. The idea was to make her want my touches, and that meant I needed to stop just short of her tender personal flesh. As I paused to switch to the other side, she uttered a little "Oh, this is heaven." There was much further groaning and sighs as I massaged her right foot and leg. She loved it, but I was afraid she might fall asleep, as is often the case in massage. My next move rectified that. "Can you get her a glass of water?" I asked Rick. He went into the bath, and I took that moment to move astride her legs and pull her towel open to expose her back. It was more difficult than planned, because she was laying on the open seam, of course, but her entire back was exposed when Rick returned. I took the drink and urged her to get on her elbows, then stretched across her back to give her a sip. Of course, my erection somehow nestled between her butt cheeks, and I was sure she felt it. She was trembling as I let her sip the water, then I asked her to relax with her arms at her sides. She lowered herself, and as a tease I laid a handtowel over her bottom. I looked up at Rick, who gave me a leering 'OK' sign. Part of my strategy was to excite her briefly, then let her relax. If I did that enough, she would build up tension to have a really nice orgasm. So I gave her a nice long back massage, using the long circular motions of Shiatsu massage. When I 'pinched' along her spine, she let out a long guttural moan of relaxation. Time for a little excitement, I decided. I continued up, so that I could reach her neck. As I did, her towel somehow got pushed up and my erection again got nestled in her valley. I made my initial rubs of her neck, while rocking very gently back and forth with my cock, obviously splitting her cheeks. I got a nice "mmmmmmm" in response from her. Covering her bottom again, I knelt on the left side of her torso. I rubbed lotion seriously into her shoulder muscles, feeling for the knots then pressing them out as she gasped in pain. I knew it would feel good, eventually, and I could feel her almost melting in relaxation. I switched to the other side, maintaining balance, then tied it in with her back by massaging there briefly again. Time for another break. "Rick, water," I said. I knelt next to her head, and asked Vanessa to get on her elbows again. It was a struggle because her muscles were relaxed, and when she did get into position, she was looking right at the tent my erection was making. "Take a drink," I said, pausing for meaning before handing her the glass of water. She gave me a small smile, understanding I meant to tease her about sucking my cock. It was a gentle joke that we both enjoyed. I removed her turban, wiping my hands on it while she lay back down. "This feels really nice," she purred. "I think you'll like this too," I told her softly. I vigorously rubbed her nape, milking it up towards her brain, listening to her gasp at the wonderful feeling. Then, I gently pulled patches of hair, exciting her scalp too. That was followed by my fingertips, pressing and swirling like a Bugs Bunny hair tonic cartoon. I tipped her forehead down, stretching her neck muscles, which I then rubbed again. Her only response, "Oh wow... I hope you are paying attention hun." "Oh, I am," he replied. I looked over to grin at him, and was surprised to see that he was clad only in his underwear. Not only that, but his hand was inside and he was obviously stroking himself. I was surprised because I had purposely made this part of the evening non-sexual, and he was having a very sexual response. I put my mouth very close to her ear, and whispered only to her. "Rick is pretty excited," I said, then I kissed her ear and neck. She turned her head to look at him, and I saw her look of dismay. She had been enjoying the massage, and he had reminded her of the sexual nature he intended it to have. "Its OK," I whispered to her other ear, "he isn't bothering us." I kissed that ear, then her neck. I regretted calling her attention to him, because her drowsy enjoyment was gone. Now she was nervous again. I kissed her ear again, feeling her tense up. "He wants you to have more enjoyment than he can give you alone," I whispered. "He told me he wants you to cum harder than you ever have before. But," I paused to kiss her neck, "but, if you tell me to stop, I will." Lightening my tone, I finished, "Rick may be a pushy creep, but I'm not." That got me a small smile from Vanessa. It was a good thing the next thing on my massage agenda wasn't sexual, because she was still not ready. I knelt on her left side again, and gave her arm a deep muscle rub. She gave me the grunts I wanted to hear, signaling a release of tension. I spent several minutes on her fingers, rubbing and pulling on them joint by joint. Then I switched sides, giving her right side equal treatment, and getting equal grunts for the effort. Finally, it was time for her buttocks. Without making a big deal of it, I removed her towel, and then warmed some lotion in my hands. I could see gooseflesh rise as I observed her globes. She had a nice ass for a woman her age, with little cellulite. Maybe it was the Hawaiian environment I thought as I ran my palms over her bottom, spreading the lotion. I sat astride her legs again, running my hands from her upper thighs up and over her butt to her lower back, tying the region together. I kneaded her bottom deeply, asking if she knew the buttocks were the largest muscle group in the body. In return, I got an "oh goddddddd" as I gripped her left flesh with both hands and kneaded. With a smile she couldn't see, I rotated my right hand down between her cheeks, so that the side came in contact with her asshole. She squirmed a little as I purposely 'on accident' rubbed in the sensitive area, touching one of the major taboo spots so openly that it must be OK. I switched to the other buttock, again sliding my hand down to rub her asshole on the pretext of massaging her bottom. Jackknifing on hands and toes, I told her to spread her legs. She did as she was told, almost without thinking. I knelt between her legs then, looking at Rick to see his reaction to this development: his wife had just granted me access to her crotch. He was still slowly stroking, but there was a wet spot on his shorts the size of a Sacajawea. I paused a little, again to raise her tension. "Do you want another drink?" I asked. "Yes," she replied, looking back at me. "A Crown & Coke if that's OK." "Sure," I replied. "Rick?" I kept massaging her bottom as I waited for Rick, moving my thumbs into her valley now, and between her legs as my hands moved to her upper thighs. I could feel the heat of her pussy, rising up. Rick brought the drink, and held it as she sipped it. My hands dropped between her thighs, rubbing her inner legs and tantalizingly close to her pussy. Rick gave her a deep, deep French kiss as my hands squeezed her inner thighs, and then her bottom again. Their kiss lingered long enough to frustrate me, so I ran my hands up her body, stretching myself over her. I kissed along her spine, and when I got to her nape my cock accidentally nestled firmly between her asscheeks. I kiss her neck while Rick kissed her mouth, my cockhead bumping gently over her asshole. I felt her moan vibrate through her body, and almost regretted it when Rick broke the kiss, grinning and gasping. "So, ready to flip sides?" I asked as I resumed my kneeling between her legs. "Yes, but I have to go potty." Ah. It was a mood breaker, but I knew that it was better to go now than hold it when on the brink of orgasm. She got up, wrapping herself in the towel as she did so. "Shit, I am on fire!" Rick hissed as soon as the bathroom door closed. "Try touching her non-sexually for an hour and see how it feels," I laughed. Rick's hand was back in his shorts, stroking his dick. "You know, it might feel better if you take off your underwear," I commented. He immediately dropped his shorts, and I looked at his pecker. It was just like in the pictures, average length but nicely fat. His entire cockhead was glazed in precum, as were his fingers. I watched as he milked it, a drop of stickiness oozing out. He saw my look, and asked, "wanna taste?" Actually, I did. My own bi-sexual self image was in the 'female' role. For years I had played with a dildo, learning to deep throat it and take it anally. I wanted to taste a live dick, and feel it pulsing in my mouth. I wanted a dick to fuck my ass and to feel wet balls slapping against me. I don't have any interest in having a guy suck me, or fucking a guy. Among my strange sexual tastes, that is perhaps the strangest, but it is also one I am comfortable with. His question provided a way for me to break the bisexual barrier, to learn whether the reality of sucking cock was equal to my fantasies. Rick pointed his cock at me, giving me another reason to just open my mouth and learning finally for sure, but we both heard the toilet flush. Rick had time to sit lewdly on the bed, his hand jacking his cock, when Vanessa breezed back in. She laid on her back, towel closed. I smiled, prepared for this, and took one of the washcloths into the bathroom. I ran it under warm water, then folded it into a two-inch-wide strip that I returned to Vanessa with. I put it under her towel, so that it covered just her pussy and pubic bone an inch or two. With a smile, I pulled apart her towel and had her return her arms to her side. Rick let out a whistle at his wife, and I could only agree. Vanessa had a nice body, and in her aroused state it was even nicer to look at. Her hips, while womanly, narrowed somewhat to her waist. Her chest then flared out a little, and provided a nice base for her breasts. I won't even try to estimate her cupsize, for I would surely get it wrong. Besides, to me the most attractive thing about her breasts were her nipples. These were nicely large, brown, and erect. They begged for attention, which they would get in due time. Again, I started with her feet, but this time I began by sucking her toes. I watched her eyes widen a little, but she obviously liked it, especially when I told her she had pretty feet. Then I rubbed her foot again, and her shin, then switched to do the same to the other. All the while, those pretty eyes were watching me. I moved between her legs, which she spread without me even asking. I massaged her right thigh, pushing the blood up towards her heart until I got to her hip. And again, then the other leg twice. I looked at the washcloth, which hid her pussy from view but left her pubic bone and hips clear for my hand. With a small smile, I looked at Vanessa in her eyes, locking with them as I slid on hand on each leg up and onto her pubes and onto her belly. Her eyes flickered a bit, then closed as I did it again, deeper this time. Her mouth opened and she let out a long-held breath. I rubbed and massaged her legs, moving ever closer to the washcloth. I finally touched pubic hairs the washcloth didn't cover, and I felt her hips undulate for the first time. Lifting her right leg onto my shoulder, I massaged the entire limb from foot to her hip. I allowed my fingers to brush along the spot where her inner leg met her pelvis, and felt again the heat she was generating. I noted she didn't try to move her pussy further away, but instead her hips moved a tiny amount... begging me to touch her. I lowered her right leg, and lifted her left to repeat the massage. As I touched the spot closest to her pussy, she let out a low moan. I again ignored her pussy, knowing her excitement was building. Now, I could smell it. The scent of wet pussy reached my nostrils, luring me down for a taste. If I could deny her pleasure, I could deny myself, so I ignore the impulse to bury my face in her crotch. I leaned forward to massage the place I hated massaging, her stomach and ribs. There are not many muscles there, and nothing really to massage. So, I merely ran my fingertips over her flesh, giving her tactile stimuli. My hands moved around her breasts, and up to her shoulders. In her place, I would have begged to have me suckle her nipples, and that was the last thing I wanted to do. I massaged her arm, lifting it and milking the blood back down. "Oh... this all feels so good," she murmured. I looked at her, seeing her watching me. "I like how you are smiling," she said, "as if you are enjoying this." "I am enjoying this," I said honestly. "Bringing a woman pleasure gives me pleasure in return." "MMmmmmm, then you should be ecstatic," she smiled. I brought her fingers to my lips and sucked them, swirling my tongue around them lasciviously. "I pretty much am," I smiled in return. +------------ Want me to eat your or your lover's creampie? Write me, or visit my free Yahoo Club: http://clubs.yahoo.com/clubs/creampiestories Stories, pictures, contact info, and more! _______________________________________________________ Tired of slow Internet? 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