Chapter 13

By Todd Morton

Things were getting kinda slow with my life in the fast lane. I don’t mean to complain, though. My sex life was absolutely the greatest. I fucked Megan, her mother, my sister, and, believe it or not, Eric and David. I even fucked my own mother a couple times and I’ve eaten her more times than I can remember. And then there’s dad. Good old dad. He’s reamed my asshole a bunch of times and every time it happens I get my ass pounded. Really pounded! Mom and Beth just love to make me suffer whenever dad fucks me. They beat me before, during and after. They whip me, paddle me and cane me. Usually I eat the two of them out while dad’s fucking my ass. While I’m eating mom and dad’s fucking me Beth is tearing into my naked back with a whip. Then mom and Beth switch places and mom gives it to me. And good old dad just keeps humping away. What a life.

Although the beatings hurt like hell it’s all part of the big picture that keeps me happy. But things were getting kinda slow. Nothing new. Then David decided to liven things up. He had us pierced. We went to see this Chinese lady and she pierced my tongue and, believe it or not, my dick. Eric’s too. Beth and Mrs. Smith (I can’t believe I’m still calling her Mrs. Smith. I’ve fucked her in the mouth, the cunt and the asshole and she’s sucked me dry a million times, but it’s still Mrs. Smith!) had their tongues pierced, too, and also their nipples and their cunt lips.

So from that day until now we’ve all had jewelry in our tongues and our sex. We’re not allowed to change our own jewelry. We have to do it for each other. So at least once a day Megan or Mrs. Smith or Eric stick their tongue out and I unscrew one of the two balls on the stud and I pull the stud out and clean it with a special solution that Dr. Liu gave us and I have to clean their tongue and put the stud back in. Then I have to do the same to each one of their nipples and pussy lips or Eric’s prick. When I’m at home and we haven’t seen the Smiths that day (which is almost never) Beth takes care of me.

We also have special jewelry with little pieces of metal attached that ring like tiny little bells when we move. Sometimes we have to wear them in public and we’re not allowed to wear any underwear and when we walk it sounds like Jingle Bells walking down the street. Everybody stares and the four of us turn redder and redder. Mom and Dad and David and Beth think it’s the funniest thing in the world. One time in the mall Beth took Eric’s hand and Megan’s hand and she said, "Let’s skip!" So Megan grabbed my hand and Eric grabbed Mrs. Smith’s hand and the five of us started skipping and the faster we skipped the more noise we made and we all started giggling and all of the people in the mall looked at us and shook their heads like we were all crazy (which we are) and whispered to each other and sort of backed away from us like we had the plague or something.

As embarrassing as all this was it wasn’t the real reason we were pierced. One day we found out the real reason. We were pierced so that my sister and David could torment the four of us by attaching our tongues to each other’s genitals. The first time it happened my tongue was attached to Mrs. Smith cunt lips and Megan’s tongue was attached to Eric’s prick.

The bottom ball on my tongue stud was replaced with one that had a little ring attached. Then Mrs. Smith’s cunt studs were replaced with rings that passed through the one on my tongue. This meant that my tongue was permanently buried inside Mrs. Smith’s cunt. I could either stick my tongue out, which got pretty tiring or push my mouth hard against her cunt and kinda suck it into my mouth, which I did. Beth and David had all kinds of fun making Megan and me talk and ordering us around so that we were always exciting the sex that we were attached to. Beth would ask me all kinds of questions while mom beat my ass with a cane. So while I’m talking and moaning and groaning into Mrs. Smith’s cunt she’s getting hotter and hotter and finally she cums in my mouth which was okay with me.

Then when we eat lunch Mrs. Smith is sitting in a chair and I’m kneeling between her legs and she’s feeding me food that she’s already chewed. All this gets her excited all over again and she cums in my mouth again. For lunch you could say that I ate pre-chewed food and Mrs. Smith. For desert Megan and I ate each other. We were so horny and we got so frantic that everybody applauded when we were done. It was fun.

That was the first time. Since that time my tongue has spent time attached Megan’s cunt and Eric’s prick. It’s also been attached to Megan’s nipple at the same time Eric was attached to the other one. Then Megan and me were attached to Mrs. Smith’s nipples. And on and on. One whole night I had to sleep with my dick attached to Megan’s cunt and my tongue attached to her tongue. We didn’t sleep very well.

Once when my tongue was attached to Megan’s cunt she announced that she had to pee. Actually it worked out pretty good. She just sat on the toilet and I kneeled in front of her with my chin on the toilet seat and her pubes in my nose while she peed. It was crowded in the bathroom because everybody had to watch. It wasn’t so easy when I was attached to Eric. He stood in front of the toilet and I kneeled off to the side and stuck my tongue out as far as it would go. I had to tilt my head way over so that the pee would go in the toilet which most of it did. The rest of it splashed against the lid and got all over me. Of course everybody had to watch this time, too, and they thought it was hilarious.

I thought by this time that we had pretty much exhausted the variations of body part attachments. I was proven wrong.

I don’t know where David got all his money but I do know that he’s loaded. He was telling us one day about a huge piece of property that he bought out in the sticks. He said that it didn’t have a lot of value for development but maybe we would use it for a place to get away to. He decided that we were all going to see it and so for the next week we planned our trip. We bought a bunch of camping stuff and food and packed the SUV. All eight of us were going. The SUV was stuffed with all of our gear and only had room for mom and dad. That meant that the rest of us were going in David’s Mercedes and I knew what that meant. David and Beth would ride up front and the rest of us would spend the trip in either the back seat or the trunk. David decided we’d get the trunk in shifts. First shift: Eric and me. Second shift: Mrs. Smith and Eric. Third shift: Mrs. Smith and Megan. Fourth shift: Megan and Eric. Fifth shift: Mrs. Smith and me: Sixth shift: Megan and me. Each shift would last 45 minutes and after the last shift the four of us could squeeze into the back seat. The shifts worked out so that we each got three shifts in the trunk and two of them were back to back.

David guessed that the drive would take about five hours. Naturally, he didn’t want any one riding in the trunk to be too comfortable so he had Eric and me shovel in a wheelbarrow load of gravel. And just so that we didn’t forget our proper station in life we had to ride in the trunk in SPH, naked and with our dildoes in our asses.

When it was time to go Eric and I stripped naked, greased each other’s assholes, stuck our dildoes in each other and climbed in the trunk. The lid slammed down and we were off. David’s trunk has an interior light, which we could control so at least it wasn’t dark. Small compensation though. It was hell. Try lying on a bed of gravel some time without any clothes on. It ain’t fun! If we could have sat on our rear ends it wouldn’t have been so bad but there wasn’t enough room. And we couldn’t stretch out or lie flat. If you stayed in one spot it hurt and if you moved it hurt. At one point while I was trying to get comfortable my hand wound up on Eric’s thigh and I let it rest there. He put his on my waist and gently rubbed. It felt good and kinda took my mind off the hurt from the stones.

"This is hell, isn’t it," he said.

"Yea," I replied and began stroking his thigh in return.

"Ya know, Todd, before you started SPH I thought you were a real shit."

"Yea. I guess I was."

Our faces were close together and he leaned into me and brushed his cheek next to mine. When you’re in continual agony and your only solace is the person next to you, your conditioned defenses falter. At least mine did. I placed my lips next to his cheek, kissed and found his lips. It wasn’t a passionate kiss but it was sensual. Our tongues touched and explored and then we backed away and looked into each other’s eyes. Our hands had found each other’s crotches and I was gently fondling his hairless balls as he played with the stud piercing my prick.

"If you had told me two months ago that I’d do something like this I’d have puked," I said.

He smiled. He said that we’d better watch ourselves. We weren’t allowed to cum and we’d get in trouble. For the rest of my first shift in the trunk we talked about our feelings and our sexuality and the time passed more quickly.

"It’s strange, Eric. Sex is so unbelievably phenomenal. Sex with Megan and Beth and everybody. And now that I’ve had sex with you and David and even Dad... It’s like a whole new dimension. None of the old rules apply any more. And it seems like sex with Megan and Beth is even a little more special and although I love everybody… like I love mom and dad and your mom and even David… well, I think I might love Beth and Megan a little bit more…"

I faltered here but I thought what I wanted to say was important so I screwed up my courage and I completed my thought.

"And you, Eric. God help me, but you’ve become so… I don’t know what it is."

Our eyes were locked on each other and Eric had that beautiful smile on his face and I was doomed to say the words that branded me in a way I never thought possible.

"I love you, Eric. I love you like I love Beth and Megan and… and…"

I wrapped my arms around him and suffered the stones biting into my flesh and I had tears in my eyes but not from the pain and this time I did kiss him passionately and he kissed me back passionately and our studs clicked against each other and we laughed.

I’ll never understand how I can be so fucked up and so happy.

As we embraced and kissed the seat back came down and I heard Mrs. Smith say, "Times up, Todd. You and I switch places. Oh, I’m sorry boys. Did I catch you at a bad time? She was smiling at us from the back seat and through the lowered seat back.

I turned red and started stuttering, " Oh. Yea. Good. I’m… a… that is, I, ah… Mistress Smith. I, ahh…"

Mrs. Smith and Eric laughed and I heard Megan ask, "What’s going on in there, mom? What are those two nasty boys doing with each other?"

"I do believe that they’re making love, Megan."

"Oh. Is that all. Well tell Todd to get out here so I can properly rag on him, then. It’s your turn to make love to your bi-sexual son."

Megan poked her head through the hole, looked at me and with a mischievous smile on her face, blew me a kiss. I crawled through the seat hole and the three of us squirmed around in the back seat. Megan popped out my dildo and I tried to dress while keeping my naked body below the window level and away from view as we passed the trucks. Then Mrs. Smith stripped off her clothes and she lay over our laps as I greased her asshole and stuck in her dildo. Then she crawled into the trunk for the next shift.

"So you and my brother are in love, huh?" Megan started in.

I tried to explain to her and Beth and David what as I was feeling. I didn’t think I was doing a very good job but they paid close attention and I finished up by saying that I was afraid that I was really screwed up. Beth turned around in her seat and looked at me and said, "You know what I think, Todd? I think for the first time in your life you’re starting to make some sense."

"I second that," said David.

Megan put her hand behind my neck and drew my face to hers and gave me a long lingering kiss and said, "Todd, I love you and I think Beth and David are right. You’ve turned into a real person and it’s a darn shame we didn’t start beating your sorry ass a lot sooner."

We all laughed at that and for the remainder of the second shift Megan and I said little to each other but we held hands and occasionally kissed and finally I laid my head in her lap and dozed.

My sleep was interrupted when Megan woke me and said, "Sorry, Toddo, but it’s my turn in the gravel pit. What’s it like in there? Nice and comfy?"

"It’s hell, Megan. I can’t believe poor Eric’s been in there for an hour and a half."

"Well he’s had you to dream about," she said and pulled down the seat back.

When Eric crawled out he looked like he had been riding in a cement mixer. His entire body was covered with red splotches and scratches. He was stiff and groaning. We went through the same gyrations as before as he dressed and Megan stripped. When she was lying over our laps and Eric was greasing her asshole we passed a truck and we got a long blast from the air horns. I looked out the rear window and the truck driver saw me and gave me a couple arm pumps. Megan crawled into the trunk for her ninety minutes in the gravel pit.

Eric took my hand in both of his and kissed me once more, long and passionately. Beth turned and watched intently and when Eric broke the kiss he gave her a guilty smile and said, "I still love you every bit as much, Beth, but Todd and I have some catching up to do."

She smiled and said she understood. It was Eric’s turn to doze but he never let go of my hand.

Another forty-five minutes and Eric crawled back into the gravel pit with a groan and Mrs. Smith and I spent time in the back seat. Forty-five minutes after that Mrs. Smith and I both had to crawl into the trunk, me for my double shift. First with Mrs. Smith then with Megan. It was the longest ninety minutes I ever spent in my life.

One neat thing happened when I was with Mrs. Smith. I was doing a lot of moaning and groaning about how uncomfortable I was and now much I hurt and she interrupted with, "You know what, Todd? I think that maybe we know each other well enough that maybe you can call me Jill instead of Mrs. Smith."

To underline her remarks she began playing with my dick and the stud in the tip. I kissed her on the lips and said, "Thank you, Mrs… uh… Jill. This isn’t going to be so easy, you know, Jill."

We both giggled and she said, "Okay, let’s practice, then. Tell me all kinds of things that will make me happy and hot and stuff like that and use my name a lot."

"Okay, Jill," I said. "First, Jill, I want you to know that although I’m only fourteen, that I love you very much. And, Jill, I want to stick that prick your playing with between your legs. God, you can’t believe how much I want to fuck you, Jill." I laid my head on her breasts and kissed and licked her studded nipple and said, "I think your one of the most wonderful people in the world, Jill."

She sighed and patted my head and we carried on like that. It helped pass the time and alleviate some of the hurt. Just some. I was still sore from my first shift in the gravel pit and now, making a bad situation worse, I had to pee. I pounded on the back of the car seat and when it popped down I explained my predicament to Megan. She talked with Beth and David and then passed me back an empty water bottle.

"Here," she said. "David said you can use this but you can’t use your hands. Mom has to hold the bottle and do the aiming. And Eric and I gotta watch to make sure you don’t cheat."

Eric poked his head through the hole with a happy smile on his face.

"Hey, Todd, mom. How’s it going?"

"Fuck you, Master Eric," I said as I took the bottle and handed it to Jill.

"Already a lover’s spat," said Megan. "You two may as well be married."

As the two of them continued teasing me Jill took the bottle in one hand and my prick in the other and lined the two up. It wasn’t easy because of our semi-prone position.

"Okay," she said. "Fire when ready."

There was an initial miss-fire and I’m ashamed to say that I got some of my pee on Jill’s hand and down my leg but Jill made the necessary correction and I filled the bottle. Jill handed the bottle back to Megan but she shook her head and said, "No. David told me to tell you that you gotta keep it."

"Do we get the cap, Mistress Megan?" she asked.

"Nope."

And with that the seat slammed shut and for the rest of the trip I had to struggle to keep a very full bottle of pee from spilling. David added to the problem by turning and accelerating and stopping a lot harder than before. My piss splashed on both Jill and me and as we swore and bitched I could hear the four of them laughing on the other side of the seat.

Finally Jill’s shift was up but I was only halfway done. I was naked and miserable and didn’t see how I’d ever be able to stand another forty-five minutes in that painful smelly trunk. Jill and Megan made the switch with Jill getting a lot of "Wipe-n-Dries" before leaving the trunk. I didn’t get any. Megan, naked and dildo in place, crawled in saying," It’s not personal, Todd, but I’m getting to hate this place."

"That’s okay, Megan. I hate it, too. I’m sorry that I smell like piss but at least enough has already spilled out that I don’t think you’re going to get any on yourself."

As I was saying this and Megan was still trying to get comfortable, David, the son-of-a-bitch, slammed on the brakes, turned hard right and floored it. Even the vaunted Mercedes suspension couldn’t handle the maneuver smoothly. Megan rolled into me and against the hand that was holding the bottle. I knocked my head against the side of the trunk and drove my knee into Megan’s tummy and when she reacted the bottle went flying.

"Shit!" she yelled as piss splashed all over the two of us. "Goddam you, Master David. It’s all over my face and in my hair," she yelled as the four of them howled with laughter.

"Oh god, I’m sorry, Megan!"

"That’s okay, Todd. It’s not your fault. You got it all over yourself, too, don’t you."

And I did. When the bottle spilled most of the pee splashed toward our heads. It was all over our faces and in our hair. We wiped our faces with our hands that had gravel dust and dirt on them and that, mixed with the piss, left dirty streaks on our faces. We were two dirty, smelly people and we looked at each other we couldn’t help but laugh.

We talked and fooled around and tried to take our minds off of how uncomfortable we were but it didn’t work. We were both stiff from the long hours in the car and the confinement of the trunk and, of course, the gravel on our bare skin. The pee eventually dried but we still smelled. And it wasn’t just pee. Both the trunk and our bodies took on the odor of dried sweat. I was sure I was the culprit. Fourteen year-old kids seem to acquire a unique smell when under pressure.

When our time was up Eric lowered the seat back and said "Jesus, you guys stink! David, we can’t let them in here."

"We’ve got about twenty minutes left," he responded. "I guess they can stand it a little while longer," and the seat slammed shut again.

"Oh, shit!" we said together and settled in for twenty more minutes of pure torture. We were too sore and too uncomfortable to even talk. For the last twenty minutes we suffered in silence.

Eventually I could feel and hear the car leave the pavement and we were on a dirt road. After about ten more minutes (that seemed like an hour) the car stopped and the trunk opened. Two naked, smelly, dirty people crawled out and assumed the SPH position.

We were on the edge of a large field surrounded by woods. The road that we drove in on continued through the field and exited on the far side. To the right of the road, about forty yards off was a dilapidated barn with a newer, more substantial shed next to it. The shed had a padlocked door and was surrounded by gravel (god how I hated that word!) A stream entered the field from behind the barn and emptied into a swampy area at the far end of the field.

Everybody began unpacking and setting up tents and camping gear. The two of us kneeled in SPH as the rest avoided us like we had leprosy. Finally David approached us carrying a bar of soap and a bottle of shampoo.

"Follow me," said David and walked toward the padlocked shack as we crawled after him.

David took the padlock off the door and threw a switch. A pump motor started. I noticed that power lines ran along side the dirt road and ended at the shack. Our campsite wasn’t so primitive after all. A single faucet was connected to the pressure tank inside the shack and a hose with nozzle on the end was connected to it. When the pump motor turned itself off apparently there was sufficient pressure in the tank. David had us stand on the gravel, aimed the hose at us and let loose. He adjusted the nozzle to maximum pressure. The two of us were thoroughly hosed. It seemed like special attention was paid to my prick and balls. Megan got it the longest on her tits and cunt. It was kinda cool the way the water pressure moved and massaged her tits when it hit them. As far as my balls were concerned, it hurt. He hosed us front and back and then threw us the soap and shampoo and told us to lather up. He’d see to it that someone would come over to rinse us off.

By the time Megan and I had finished lathering each other we were both horny as hell. And all we could do is sit stand on the gravel and think indecent thoughts. No relief was allowed. Finally Beth came over and rinsed us of with the erotic water jet. We were thoroughly rinsed but I gotta believe that our genitals and Megan’s tits were the cleanest of all. They were all rosy red by the time my laughing sadistic sister was through. Beth even had us bend over and spread our cheeks as she tried to impale our assholes with the stream of water. Actually, it felt kinda good. I know I got a hard on.

By this time camp was set up. There were two fairly large tents and eight folding canvas camp chairs were arranged in a circle. David sat in one with his feet resting on an up-ended log. Megan and I figured that we were still in SPH so instead of taking a chair we knelt in the SPH position. We talked for a while with a lot of bitching from Megan and me about our extra twenty minutes in the trunk and the pee and everything. A lot of laughing and teasing and joking.

We ate dinner that was prepared before we left with Megan and me crawling around on our hands and knees and doing most of the work. It wasn’t too bad though. Not much to do except throw everybody’s trash into plastic garbage bags.

Then things got interesting. David looked at Jill and did the finger thing and she was naked and kneeling next to Megan and me. David seemed satisfied but I saw that Beth was looking hard at mom and mom was looking a bit uncomfortable. Beth raised her hand, pointed at mom and snapped her fingers. Mom seemed to be expecting it. She looked at me and then, with a smile on her face, stuck her tongue out to lick her upper lip. Her tongue was pierced with a shiny steel stud. How did that happen? When did that happen? How long had she been pierced without my knowing it? I suspected that it could have been a couple weeks or more. It had been that long since I’d seen her naked or that we’d had sex. Was she pierced in the rest of the places I wondered. Beth snapped her fingers again, touched her shirt collar and I learned the answer. Mom stripped naked and she had a stud through each nipple and each one of her cunt lips. Mom’s a very attractive person and when I saw her kneeling in position with obvious pride and with her jewelry I thought to myself that mom is hot! She’s always taken good care of herself and exercized and it showed. We were all looking at her and admiring her. I was proud that she was my mother. This was interesting. Things got even more interesting.

David motioned to me and I crawled over to his chair. He told me to stand and had me put my right foot on the log that his feet had just vacated. Beside the log has a bowl of water and soap. He then had my mom crawl over and wash just my right foot. He opened the ebony box by his side and took out a piece of jewelry which he gave to mom and told her to put it in my big toe. It was a hinged ring that closed. Where the two hinged pieces met they formed a threaded post that could be secured by a threaded ball. David produced such a ball. It was just like the ones that had secured my tongue to Eric’s prick. David had Eric used the ball to secure the top of mom’s tongue to my toe. I was then told to stand with both feet on the ground. This I did and mom was kneeling at my feet with her mouth firmly planted against the big toe on my right foot. I was told to sit in one of the camp chairs. As I carefully backed toward it mom crawled along at my feet, her mouth never leaving my toe. It couldn’t. It was attached. I sat and looked at my naked mother kneeling at my feet in the utmost subservient position. It was erotic beyond belief. I looked up and saw Megan backing toward the chair next to me with her mother scuttling along at her feet, mouth planted on the big toe of her left foot. She sat and the two of us looked at each other and smiled. We were still in SPH but I had the feeling that our suffering was being replaced with the suffering of our mothers.

We talked and people included mom and Jill but their answers were difficult to understand. Beth asked Jill which was better, the trunk or her daughter’s toe.

"I lith Meganth doe bedder," she replied.

"That’s good because I have a feeling you’re going to spend a lot of time with it. How’s your toe, mom?"

"Ith a gud doe ath fah ath doeth go," she said. Everyone laughed and I leaned over and gave her a spank on her rear.

"Thanth Dodd."

Beth got up and made a trip to one of the tents. She returned with two whips that were about two feet of hard braided leather and ended with three thin leather thongs about a foot long. She gave one to Megan and one to me.

"Here," she said. "That should help keep them line."

I whipped mom across the back but she hardly reacted. Megan did the same and Jill yelped and jumped.

"When you whip with this you jerk your wrist at the last second like this," she said as she demonstrated with Jill. Just before the thongs struck her mother’s naked rear she jerked her wrist back making the thongs bite into the skin with a sharp crack. Jill groaned and dug her forehead into the ground.

I tried it on mom’s backside and the effect was the same.

"How’s that, mom," I asked.

"Outh, you thon of a bith." We all enjoyed that so much that I struck her again, wrapping the thongs around her waist so that the tips bit into her tummy. She yowled into my toe and rocked away from me. The whips were really cool.

"Save some for tomorrow," advised David

It was about 8 PM by this time and there was still an hour of daylight left. It had been a hot day and would probably be a warm night. That was a good thing because I suspected that I’d be naked for the entire camping trip. David and Steve were talking about fishing and Beth and Eric had gone to the water shack to bathe each other. They appeared to be having a good time.

"Ith god to pee, Dodd," mom announced.

"Okay. You wanna come, Megan?"

"Yes, I want to cum," she said, punching my arm. "Yes, we’re coming with you. I got go, too."

The latrines, that were no more than a couple holes dug in the ground, were on the side of the road opposite the barn. The side that we hoped that was down wind. They were dug in plain view of the campsite. Mom and I got into a pretty good rhythm as we walked in that direction. She crawled by my side with her left hand between my legs and her head cocked down to my toe. I didn’t look very comfortable.

I snapped the whip into her shoulder and said, "You wanna jog, mom? You know? Like to keep in shape."

"Thuck you, Dear."

I didn’t think jogging was going to work to good so we kept the same pace with mom’s head rising and lowering with my foot. Megan was walking on my left with her naked mother crawling in the dirt beside her.

When we got to the hole I went first, standing in front of the hole and peeing into it with mom at my feet. Gentleman that I am I tried hard not to splash any on her. She then knelt over the hole with her knees straddling it and her face pressed to my foot as I stood to one side. It didn’t look very comfortable for her but it worked okay. Megan and Jill managed at the hole next to ours.

By the time we got back to the campsite Eric and Beth were already there, naked and flushed and absolutely gorgeous. I was horny as hell and it showed. Between my legs it showed. We talked for a while and as it got dark the mosquitoes came out and we headed for the tents. Megan and I and our two moms got one and David, Steve, Eric and Beth shared the other. I wondered if the guys were going to share Beth, also. Probably. Homosexual sex was not uncommon among us but I suspect that Eric and I were the two that liked it the most.

As we stood to adjourn to our tents Megan asked David, "Would it be okay if Todd and I fucked, Master David. I’m horny as hell and as for Todd…" She looked at my hard prick and they all laughed.

"That’d be okay. Just don’t pull anyone’s tongue out."

"We’ll be careful, Master David," we both said.

"Thit!" said mom.

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Where will it all end. The author hasn’t a clue. Shelly’s chapter is next if I ever get it written. As always, comments are welcome. Even encouraged!

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