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The Motorbike Girl (M/F, M/F/F, first, preg)
by Ace, 2000 (aceinthe_hole@hotmail.com)
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I couldn't help but stare. She was small, yet strong;
compact. She was young, too. Early twenties, I guessed.
She had short blond hair that stuck straight up in
spikes about an inch. She was dressed in worn racing
leathers.
She was sitting on a motorcycle, one of those God-awful
fast four-cylinder Japanese things. She had her helmet
in her hand, and she was talking to somebody, laughing,
eyes bright with amusement.
I had been admiring the way her handsome rear end
looked in the leather trousers, and I didn't notice for
a moment that she was staring back at me.
"What are you staring at, old man?"
I should stay here that I wasn't an old man. I was 42.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be rude."
She laughed at me, sitting in my suit and tie at a
little sidewalk cafe.
"Well, you were rude, whether you meant to be or not."
She was so much my opposite. The opposite of my wife.
My wife is large. Not very fat, but plump. Her hair is
always conservatively styled; she's always
conservatively dressed. I guess you could say that my
wife is fairly conservative.
"Hey, I said I'm sorry. What do you want from me?"
"Lunch."
I had to laugh, this girl was really outrageous.
"Well, come sit down then."
I hadn't enjoyed my lunch so much for years. Just the
company of this young woman in her leathers was enough
to shake up my middle-aged libido.
We flirted and had some laughs, I paid the bill, and I
thought that would be the end of it.
"Wanna come for ride?" She asked me, swinging her
helmet from her finger.
"You only have one helmet." I replied.
"I've got another one right here in the luggage box."
She told me, unlocking it and opening it up.
I didn't want to tell her that the idea of getting on
the back of that motorcycle scared me shitless.
"What will I do with my briefcase?"
"That'll fit in here." She said, indicating the luggage
box again.
"I have to get back to work." I explained.
"Stop making excuses! Are you afraid or something? It's
okay if you are, I understand."
She looked me in the eye, a smile of challenge on her
young face.
I suppose it was a very stupid thing of me to do,
getting on that motorcycle. Midlife crisis, I guess.
"Hold on, old man!"
It was a damn good thing I did, because that bike took
off like a rocket ship. I think the front wheel came
off the ground as she accelerated away from the curb.
I don't remember ever being so afraid in all my life. I
kept my two arms locked around her slim but muscular
midriff, as she swooped through curves, Blasted down
straits, and generally showed a lot of disdain for
traffic rules and common sense. I have to say though,
Judy really knew how to ride that bike.
She stopped the bike on a pullover, a scenic spot that
overlooked the town. I didn't move for a moment, and I
didn't relax my grip on her wonderful compact body. It
wasn't sexual, I just wasn't able to move yet.
She reached her hand back between us, pushing down into
my groin.
"Well, you managed to hold your water. That's not bad,
old man!" She laughed.
"Jesus, I'm glad to be alive."
She laughed again, "probably more alive that you've
been in a while!"
She was right.
And she was alive. Very alive. The thrill of the ride
was shining in her eyes. And her eyes were pointed at
me. I didn't know why they should be pointed at me
while shining like that, but they had an effect on me.
More effect than hugging her tightly from behind for
the last fifteen minutes. Of course, then I had been
scared out of my wits.
We both removed our helmets, and there was an awkward
minute. She swung her leg over the bike, and sat down
on it sideways. She looked at me with that challenge on
her face again.
I did another stupid thing. Or maybe it wasn't so
stupid, who can say? I stepped up to her, I brought my
face within one inch of hers. I looked into her eyes;
the challenge was still there. I kissed her.
I put my hand on the side of her head, bringing it
around the back of her spiky blond hair, stroked her
neck, and kissed her some more.
She stood up and put her arms around me, her leather
jacket against my suit jacket. In her boots she was
still two inches shorter than I. I wasn't sure who
would win at arm wrestling, though.
I felt a searing heat in my body as my tongue met the
young woman's tongue. I felt a searing heat in my mind
at the thought of what we were doing.
She lived in a big mobile home in a trailer park
outside town.
There was a shed where she kept her bike.
She took me by the hand and led me hurriedly inside.
It was a difficult job, getting out of those leathers.
Of course, I was happy to help.
Her breasts were medium sized, and firm. Her skin was
very pale, her nipples pink. She had blonde pubic hair,
short and curly. The first taste of her vagina was
salty with sweat, but soon her sexual juices were the
dominant flavor.
All the long hours I've spent in the gym were made
worthwhile by the next hour and a half, as I fucked and
fucked that young woman.
I'd had a big argument with my wife the day before, and
she'd gone off to stay with her mother. I felt great.
Maybe I even was great. Judy said I was.
I asked her afterwards, her young head lying in the
crook of my arm, what it was about me that had
attracted her?
"I guess I'm on the rebound." She replied, "My lover
just left me, and then I saw you staring at me in such
an obvious way. It was just so outrageous, I mean,
you're like my exact opposite, with your briefcase and
your suit, sitting in that fancy sidewalk cafe.
Probably old enough to be my dad. Probably have a nice,
steady job."
"Well, yes, I suppose I do."
"I never expected you to get on the bike. And then,
well it seemed such a wild idea, and I guess I'm a wild
girl. "
She got out of the bed, and went into the shower. I
waited until she was done, and then I cleaned myself
up.
"Need a lift back to your car?" She asked me.
"Please." I replied.
"Can I see you again?" I asked her as I handed her back
the spare helmet later.
She hesitated, then said "You know where I live."
Helen returned the next day, and I tried to get my life
back to normal. But I couldn't get the motorbike girl
out of my mind.
I went to the trailer park, I knocked on her door.
"Hey, old man!" She said, smiling at me from the
doorway, "Come back for another ride?"
Yes, Oh yes.
But she meant on the motorbike.
I was nearly as scared the second time, if not quite as
inappropriately dressed.
Again we returned to her place, and again we made love.
**
Everyone told me was a big mistake, all my friends said
I would regret leaving Helen and moving in with Judy.
Even Judy was mixed about it; I moved into the second
bedroom of Judy's mobile home.
"I thought when I would move in with you, I would be
moving into your room." I said.
"I need my own space, Eric. Don't look so disappointed!
It doesn't mean that I can't spend a night in your
room, or that I can't invite you to spend the night in
mine." She said.
I took a real roasting in the divorce. Helen got the
house, and half my salary. I got the car, and Judy.
We had a set of leathers made for me, and most evenings
and every weekend I would sit behind Judy as we swooped
through the canyons on the bike. We'd often ride with
other men and couples, all on high-performance
machines, but we never met another woman who could
handle a bike anything like my Judy. And of course, I
was the only male sitting on the passenger's seat. It
was slightly emasculating, I admit, but I was cool with
it.
We were happy for a time, and I didn't even mind living
on half my pay. We lived in Judy's trailer, even though
on our combined salaries, we could have afforded a
better place. Judy seemed to like the idea that we
lived in her place; it made her feel more in control.
"It's my way or no way" was her favorite phrase.
Then the phone rang one Saturday afternoon. A woman's
voice I did not recognize, asked for Judy.
Judy was slightly cold on the phone; "Well, really.
alright. in an hour, then."
"Who was that?"
"Michelle. The girl who used to live in your room."
Michelle, her ex-lover. Judy had told me tales about
the crazy Moroccan girl.
"Baby, would you mind giving us some time?" Judy asked.
I went out. I came back after a few hours, and found
them sitting together at the kitchen table. Better than
finding them together in bed, I suppose. Then again,
perhaps not.
Michelle stood, and offered me her hand.
She was a tall girl, almost as tall as I. Skinny,
delicious hips, no tits. Large eyes made larger by her
makeup, frizzy hair fanning out and down from her head,
like a pyramid. A slightly unfortunate, oversized,
strait nose. A wide mouth, attractive smile. Even,
light brown complexion.
I shook her hand; "I'm Eric."
"I'm Michelle. It is good to meet you, Eric."
She had a sexy accent, French with a hint of Arab.
"Eric," Judy said, "Michelle is moving back in."
I think my eyes kind of glazed over, it was like the
wind was knocked out of me. I sat down.
"And I don't have anything to say about this?"
"Like I said from the beginning, old man, it's my way
or no way." Said Judy.
"What about me? Am I still welcome here?" I asked.
Judy laughed; "of course! I'm not throwing you out.
Michelle is going to moving to my room."
"What about you needing your own space?"
"Well, there's only two bedrooms in this place.
Michelle can't move into yours."
**
Judy would spend some nights in my room, and some in
hers with Michele.
Michele wouldn't ride with Judy any more. Apparently,
that was one of the reasons they had broken up. "I love
Judy, but I want to live!" was how Michele put it.
I didn't get on very well with Michelle at first. She
was always bickering with me about inconsequential
things.
In some ways, though, she made my life easier. Judy
loved to go out to clubs, dancing and drinking until
late. Before Michele came, I was exhausted all the time
trying to keep up. I used to go in for that sort of
thing when I was Judy's age, but these days, I prefer
my sleep. Now Judy could dress up and go out clubbing
with Michele, and I could sleep easy.
I can't say I wasn't jealous of my girlfriend's new
lover. Well, old lover, really. But somehow it didn't
seem so bad, my woman with another woman. The lack of
semen made it much easier to accept.
Judy would get really pissed off if our arguments would
get to out of hand.
We were bickering one evening about who was going to do
the dishes; "I've been working my ass off all day, I
don't want to come home and have to do the household
work as well." I said.
"Well, I've been cooking in cleaning all day for you
two! I have had enough now, I want to relax!" screeched
Michele.
"I've had enough of this shit!" Judy suddenly hollered.
"Now I'm going to say how it's going to be and that's
how it's going to be! Got it?"
We both mumbled that we did get it.
"Eric, you do the dishes. Don't talk about it, just do
it!" Judy glared at me, while Michelle grinned.
"Don't look to happy, you." Judy said to Michelle,
"I've got something in mind for you, too."
I moved into living area and sat down to watch TV with
the women when I'd finished.
"Take your pants off, Eric." Judy said.
I was confused; I looked at the two of them. Michelle
was looking a bit stunned, Judy was looking
mischievous.
"Go on," Judy insisted, "do what I tell you!"
I knew that tone of voice by then; when she used it, I
had learned not to argue.
"And the underwear" Judy said.
"Michelle," Judy said, and pointed to my naked penis.
"What?" Michelle was staring at my naked sex, looking
somewhat horrified.
"Suck on Eric's cock."
"No, no Judy, please. Don't make me do this! This is
too much, really. I will be good, I will always do the
dishes, I won't argue with Eric anymore!"
"I've heard that rap before. I've had enough of the
bullshit, now. You two both live in my place, and
you'll do as I say. I'm waiting."
Michelle stared silently at Judy for a little while.
Then she slowly moved to my chair, and got down on her
knees before me.
I hadn't been able to help but get excited;
nevertheless I didn't want either of them to think that
I had sexual desires for Michelle. Of course, from time
to time the thought had crossed my mind, as it does
when males and females are in close proximity. But
basically, Michelle and I didn't get along, and I
hadn't given it much serious thought.
I'd been working hard to keep my cock from getting
hard, just thinking about putting it into Michelle's
pretty brown face. But when she took it in her hand,
the blood came rushing in, and I was hard nearly
instantly.
Michele has sexy hands. Slim hands with long brown
fingers. Fingers that now gently, tentatively, wrapped
themselves around my stiff white manhood.
Without looking at me, or saying a word, Michelle
obeyed Judy.
Judy loved to receive oral sex, but she didn't like
taking me in her mouth all that much herself. This was
a really kinky scene.
"You really don't have any idea how to do that, do
you?" Judy asked Michelle.
Michelle shook her head, my cock still between her
lips.
Judy sighed. "Let me show you, then."
Judy took over for short period, taking me deep into
her mouth, deeper then she ever had, I think. She
stroked my balls with one hand, and ran the other along
my belly under my shirt. When she handed me back to
Michelle, I was only barely in control of my organ.
"He's going to come now." Judy said. "I want you let
him come in your mouth, and then I want you to swallow
it."
Michelle took her mouth away from my organ, "Oh no
Judy! I don't want to do that! Please don't say I have
to do that!"
"You do it. You've asked me enough times what it was
like with men. Now you're going to find out."
"Jesus, Judy, if she doesn't want to, it isn't right to
force her." I said, while actually aching to explode
inside Michelle's pretty, exotic mouth.
"Michelle needs a lessen. You and I both work hard all
day, Michelle does the housework, that's the deal
around here. If Michelle wants you to do part of her
work, she's going to have to do something for you.
Anyway, it's time she knew what penises do." She said,
a twinkle in her eye.
Michelle looked up at me, and the sight of her big dark
almond eyes was too much for me. I exploded, I could no
longer hold back. I hadn't really wanted to come in
Michelle's mouth, not because of any aversion for
Michelle. Michelle is an attractive woman. I just like
everything to be by mutual consent.
I couldn't help it; I grabbed her by the hair, holding
her there until I had finished. She pulled away, and
looked at Judy pleadingly, her mouth obviously full of
my jism.
"Go on," said Judy, "it's good for you."
And Michelle swallowed.
**
Things sailed along fairly calmly for the next few
weeks. I went out of my way to be nice to Michele, I
was feeling slightly guilty, and I didn't want her to
resent me any more than necessary. I was always sure to
compliment her on the meals she made for us all [I had
come to love Moroccan food by then, anyway].
Michele also seemed to be on her best behavior, she was
definitely less bitchy than usual. I figured that she
didn't want Judy to get mad at her again, and make her
engage in any more nasty heterosexual acts.
Judy was as fair as Solomon, spending alternate nights
with each of us. I don't know what went on when she was
with Michele, but on her nights with me, we would
usually go for a little spin after dinner. And if we
did that, we would have great sex afterwards.
Then Judy announced that she was pregnant.
**
She was very attractive to me, even pregnant.
Especially pregnant. It hadn't been that way with
Helen, 20 years ago. But young Judy, radiant, carrying
our child, filled me with joy, love, and lust.
After Judy was three months along, I convinced her to
stop riding the bike, and use my car.
Up until then, a hard ride had almost always preceded
sex.
It was hard to get Judy turned on without access to the
danger of the ride, but slowly she said succumbed to my
attentions.
Michele had mixed feelings about the pregnancy. On the
one hand, she was thrilled that we [she used the word
"we", thereby including herself in the enterprise] were
going to have a baby, and on the other hand, she was
upset about the relationship between Judy and myself
becoming more concrete.
She started getting bitchy again.
"I'm not cooking tonight, I cooked all week! One of you
two should cook. We should go out, order a pizza, I
don't know!"
Judy and I had both had hard days at work. I can't
remember how it escalated into a screaming match
between the three of us. I finally calmed everyone down
by offering to pick up a take out.
We all felt better after we had eaten.
"Michele," Judy said, "I think Eric has been doing your
work again."
She had that glint in her eye again. I started to feel
excited.
"No, no, Judy, Please!" said Michele, her dark eyes
wide, "Don't make me do it again!"
"You didn't seem to mind so much last time, in the
end." Said Judy. "Anyway, this time I have another
Idea. Take your cloths off, Michele. MICHELE! Do as I
say!"
Slowly, Michele complied.
"Hey, come on, Judy, I don't know if this is a good
idea." I started to say.
"You shut up. Men should keep quiet and do as they're
told." Said Judy.
That got a laugh out of the now naked Michele.
"Dance for us, Michele." Said Judy. "She's a good
dancer, Eric. Check this out."
It was true. Michele could really move her hips. She
twirled before us, gyrating her hips and arms. I found
myself quit turned on.
"Now sit here between us, Michele." Said Judy, patting
the couch.
Michele wedged her thin warm naked body between us.
"Ok, you guys, I want to see you kiss." Judy said.
Michele and I stared at each other in mutual confusion.
"Go on." Insisted Judy.
Slowly we brought our mouths together, until our lips
met. We let them stay that way for a moment, then
pulled away from each other.
"Guys, Guys!" said Judy, "Get into it! I want us all to
be one family now, not me and you and you. When I say
kiss, I mean kiss! Go on. I'm waiting."
I started to put some effort into it. Judy had a point,
and besides, after watching her dance naked like that
for us, skinny brown Michele was looking pretty good.
Michele was beginning to respond, her hands were on my
shoulders, mine were holding her head and smooth naked
back, when I felt Judy removing my shoes. Then my belt,
trousers, under wear. Judy's cool hands on my burning
cock made me jump, and then I noticed Michele's hand
was also there.
Judy turned her attentions to Michele's groin, her
blond head moving up and down in there. I found myself
wondering if she tasted different than Judy.
"It's time, old man." Judy said to me, coming up for
air, her fingers in Michele's vagina. "This crazy
Moroccan chick's been a virgin long enough."
Michele pulled away; "No, no, Judy! I don't want it!
Anyway, I could get pregnant!"
"So? You've been telling me for years how you wanted a
baby. Or isn't the father of my child good enough for
you? Stop worrying, nothing will happen anyway. It's
time you got over your fear of men. I want you to
relax, lay back, and let Eric screw you."
Judy pushed Michele gently back onto the couch. Michele
regarded me with wide, fearful eyes.
"Judy," I said, "I don't know if this is really okay. I
don't think it's right to coerce Michele into doing
something she doesn't really want to do."
"Go on, baby," said Judy, squeezing my rock hard dick,
"we can all see you want it."
I was quite surprised at Judy's behavior, she wasn't
normally so lewd.
"Just because I have a hard on, it doesn't mean I
necessarily want to screw."
"Just do it now!" Judy was getting exasperated "I've
had enough of the bullshit and petty jealousy going on
around here! I want you and Michele to get it on, and I
want you both to enjoy it. This running back and forth
between the two of you has been getting me too stressed
out, especially now that I'm pregnant."
Once more, she had a point. The thing was, I liked
Michelle, but I didn't love her. I loved Judy, I was
mad for Judy. Yet Michele was looking very sexy, skinny
and brown and spread on the couch. A part of me wanted
to fuck her, no doubt about that, but I didn't want to
imperil my relationship with Judy in any way. Now there
was Judy, swollen with four months of pregnancy, one
hand on my prick, the other on Michele's knee,
demanding that I do it to her. But was that what Judy
really wanted? And was I man enough to satisfy two
women?
By the time all this had gone through my head, my penis
that found its way to Michele's semi virgin entrance.
Without my consent, it was pushing inside, being
welcomed by the lubricated tissue of Michele's tight
young cunt.
I carefully worked my way into her, wrapping my arms
around her slim hips. She let out a gasp, and I felt
her skinny arms and legs wrap around me.
I worked her gently for a time, then I started pounding
her, jamming forwards and upwards, sending a shudder
through her body at the impact at the end of each
stroke.
I knew she had never been fucked by a man, and I didn't
know if she would be fucked again by a man. I thought
I'd better give her the best experience I could.
And yes, although it was not the same thrill, could not
possibly compare with having sex with someone that I
truly love, it felt great fucking Michele.
I kept bonking her heavily as she came. I was really
happy that she did, I wasn't sure she would be able to.
She squeezed me like a vice, both with her limbs, and
her cunt.
I felt Judy's hand tickling my balls from behind, and I
let my load loose deep up into skinny Michele's womb.
**
We were happy triangle after that. I became more and
more fond of Michele; it was impossible to keep fucking
her like that without an emotional bond forming. My
first love was still Judy, growing larger by the day.
Michele felt the same way about Judy, Judy was like
Michele's God.
Michele missed her period. Then another. She was
pregnant.
"Eric," Judy said one day, "I think you should marry
Michele."
"Judy! If I marry anybody, it has to be you. Why do you
say I should marry Michele?"
"She's carrying your baby. And it's time we got
Michele's immigration problems straightened out. I'd
marry her myself, if it was legal. She's such a lovely
girl. Don't you love her, Eric? Just a little?"
"I do, Judy. But you're my woman. My main woman
anyway."
But, as you know by now, what Judy wanted, Judy got.
Michele and I were married in short order. We
immediately filed her immigration forms, and waited for
the immigration authorities to come knock on our door.
During this period, Michele and I shared one room. My
regard for her grew as we slept together, my hand on
her swelling womb.
Michele had let her hair grow out, and it now hung in
spirals to the middle of her back, black and thick. She
started to gain weight, especially at her midriff, of
course, but her breasts were filling out in the most
pleasant way.
I loved to feel the weight of them, and Michele didn't
object as I held her from behind, my penis stiffening
at the heat of her body. I kissed the back of her neck,
and let my hand roam over her, stroking, feeling,
caressing her. I slid my hand into her panties, and
toyed with her curly pubic hairs, and she shifted one
leg, so I could go lower. She didn't speak, but she was
breathing a little faster as I fingered her clitoris.
Finally, her hand came behind, touching, then grasping
my burning cock.
I gently tugged her over onto her back, and started to
kiss her mouth. After a long time, I slowly climbed
between her legs, and gently penetrated her. I wanted
to screw her very carefully that first time we did it
without Judy, partly because she was five months along
by then, and partly because I didn't want Judy to know,
sleeping at the other end of the flimsy structure we
called home. But Michele started tugging insistently,
urging me to do it harder. She made no sound as she
came, but Judy had felt the place shaking with that
unmistakable rhythm.
"So, you two have fun last night?" she asked at
breakfast.
We both blushed. I could even see it through Michele's
brown skin.
Judy was like a bomb by then, ready to burst. Her
normally compact body looked like an inflated balloon.
She laughed; "Hey, it's cool, guys! We're all one
family now."
Unlike Michele, Judy didn't have much interest in sex
during the later part of her pregnancy, but she was
happy that Michele and I were doing it together. She
loved a good cuddle, though, and both Michele and I
made sure she was never starved for physical affection.
The immigration officer knocked on the door early one
fine morning. Seeing Michele's condition, he made no
fuss. We all had coffee, and he approved Michele's
residency.
"What's it like," he said to me at the door, "living
with two women, each carrying your child?"
"What gave us away?" I asked.
He laughed; "It's a small town, Mr. Levi! Have a good
day."
**
Judy couldn't wait to get back on that bike, and only
three months after Megan was born, and just before
Michele delivered Tomas, Judy was back in the saddle,
her figure once more able to squeeze into those worn
leathers.
We lived, loved, and slept in every combination;
sometimes Judy and Michele would crawl off together,
other times I would sleep with one or the other of
them; curiously, although I felt Judy was my true love,
I looked forward to sleeping with Michele just as much,
whether or not we had sex.
Finally, we put the babies in one bedroom, and we all
slept together in the other.
I treasured our infrequent 3 way love sessions, but
both the ladies seemed to prefer one on one. Usually
two of us would head for the bedroom early, and whoever
was left could listen out for the kids, so the lovers
would not be disturbed.
When they would let me, I loved watching Judy and
Michele make love. The unhurried way they kissed and
cuddled, the way they touched, always made me want to
be part of it. They showed me how they liked me to lick
their sweet pussys, but let me know that I could never
be as good as a woman. Then I would fuck them, both of
them, alternating between them. They loved each other,
but they also loved the feeling of my penis, deeply
penetrating, filling.
**
Two breadwinners and one homemaker worked very well
financially, and things improved further for us when I
renegotiated my divorce settlement.
Helen was tired of the big house, anyway, and she gave
it back to me in return for an apartment that I bought
for her on a mortgage.
Also, thank God, I finally reconciled with my elder
daughter. She hadn't spoken to me since I'd left Helen.
It was strange, moving back into my old neighborhood
with my new family.
And then, as fast as it had begun three years before,
it was over.
The kids were two years old, and starting to develop
their personalities and characters, when mom no.1
[Judy] met Sally, the killer bike wonder dike.
Judy raced Sally down some back country roads one fine
evening, ending up in a cafe . They were both surprised
to find the other a female, and I guess the attraction
was overwhelming. Judy wanted Sally to move in with us,
but Sally is a true lesbian; she was not interested in
sharing her house or her woman with a man.
So, by default somehow, I live with my wife, Michele.
We have both the kids, and Judy helps out a bit with
the bills. She and Sally come by most weekends, roaring
through our quiet neighborhood on their fire breathing
motorcycles.
We still love Judy. It's wonderful and terrible to keep
seeing her. Perhaps her relationship with Sally will
end one of these days, and she will come back to us.
Meanwhile, Michele is pregnant again. I suppose in
time, I might get over Judy.
Ace 2000
If you enjoyed the story, why not let me know? it's
hard to write into a vacuum. aceinthe_hole@hotmail.com
- Thanks
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others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it!
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