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Wendy's Visit
by pokeyrider2000 (pokeyrider2000@yahoo.com)
***
Wife's childhood friend visits. We get to know each
other better. (FFM, wife, voy, lac)
***
Hanging up the phone my wife asked if I remembered
Wendy. Yes, I remember your friend Wendy. We visited her
and her family in San Diego, what, two years ago? She
was my friend in school, married a meteorologist. They
have a boy and a girl. So what's new with her? I did not
know you kept in contact. We e-mail once in a while. Her
husband has a convention in Chicago the third week of
September and she was wondering if we were going to be
available for a visit.
You're the planner around here, I don't know of anything
going on then. Besides, you know your friends are always
welcome. They can stay here if they want, but it might
be a bit far to commute each day. Well Wendy said she
normally does not go along to John's conventions, but
thought since it is in the area; she and the kids could
stay here during the convention while John stays
downtown. He would be here the Thursday before and
Monday after. Sounds good to me.
My wife was thrilled her childhood friend was going to
stay here. Actually I was too. I remember very clearly
our visit. Their second child, and our only child at the
time, were both about six months old. We visited during
a weekday and John was at work. Wendy and my wife, Megan
were both breastfeeding the kids. I swear during our
three or so hour visit, they fed those kids at least
four times. We were all in their living room. I was
playing with their oldest kid, who must have been about
two or three years old. Meg and Wendy were chatting away
like schoolgirls.
They are both stay-at-home moms, and after all the years
seemed to have a lot in common. I think my wife is a
closet exhibitionist, she has little reservation about
nursing our kids almost anywhere. Wendy seemed to
exhibit this same characteristic. They both have a
natural view on life. I fully exercised my eye's
peripheral vision during the visit. I must say I find a
nursing mother more than a little erotic. On a couple of
instances I could clearly see a good majority of Wendy's
breast while her daughter was latched on.
Wendy is simply beautiful. A tall, trim, healthy
brunette. She was wearing pretty tight fitting blue
jeans. I remember noting that she does not look like she
gave birth only six months ago. Her stomach showed no
signs of having been stretched by the pregnancy. I never
met her husband John. From snippets of their
conversation I got the impression that he lives to work.
During the month before their visit, Meg told me all
about Wendy and their youthful friendship. Wendy was a
neighbor during their primary school years, from kids to
about age 16, when my wife's family moved to another of
Durban's suburbs. Most of it was normal girl stuff, then
she told me about an incident they had with their Danish
friend. I was not expecting this. Looking back, Meg is
convinced this Danish girl lived in a house that was
much more liberal concerning things sexual.
She said when the three of them were alone, they would
frequently take their clothes off mainly at the request
of the Danish girl. According to Megan, this is not
unusual for girls to do. (I don't know what rock I have
been under, but I never heard of this behavior.) Then
once, when they were about 12 or 13, sitting in the
Danish girl's bedroom naked; the Danish girl was
kneeling on the bed with a pillow between her legs. She
started writhing on it and then started to rub her
vagina and squeeze her breasts right there in front of
them. Like she could not control herself.
Both her and Wendy were taken back, not sure what they
were seeing. At this time, Meg does not remember her
climaxing, but remembers her and Wendy being stunned at
the sight. It only happened the one time. She said they
often compared bodies, commenting on each others
adolescent development. The only real contact they ever
had was when on occasion two of them would gang up on
the other, giving her a spanking or a tickling. She felt
at the time the contact was simply incidental to horsing
around. Nothing overt.
Megan seemed a little flushed after telling me this. I
massaged her shoulders and as always worked my way
around to her breasts squeezing them and pinching her
nipples to arousal. In an effort to imitate what I was
just told, I worked a hand down between her legs
stroking up and down over her pubic mound. She closed
her eyes and rolled her head back lightly moaning her
pleasure. It was short lived as we were interrupted by
our four-month-old daughter's hunger cry coming from the
other room.
The time flew by and on that Thursday evening I came
home to a houseful. Wendy, John and their two kids along
with Megan and our two kids filled the place with noise.
Over dinner I became acquainted with John and their
family. John is definitely a work-first person. He has
no other interests and the conversation always came back
to meteorology. I remember thinking as he droned on that
it is amazing he found the time or had the interest in
making two kids. Meg and Wendy had the kids in bed by
7pm as was both of their customs. The four of us had
some wine and conversation. John and Wendy seemed to
disagree about everything.
After retiring to bed, we could hear John arguing with
Wendy about something. The next morning, I was happy to
see that John had already departed for his convention
before I came down for breakfast. Megan and Wendy were
chatting at the table, drinking herb tea and eating
granola or something. Megan was wearing her usual night
garb, a t-shirt and boxer shorts. She was almost back to
her trim self since giving birth some six months ago to
our second child. Wendy was outstandingly beautiful.
There is something about that early morning 'au natural'
look in a healthy woman.
Wendy was wearing a short black terry-cloth robe tied in
the front. Sitting there, her long legs were bare fully
half way up her thighs. The front was open enough to see
that she was wearing some kind of black silky top that
ran horizontally across her chest. It was low enough to
see the top 1/3 of her breasts. Megan had our daughter
in her lap. When she started to fuss, Meg instinctively
raised her shirt fully exposing one breast while
positioning our daughter's mouth on her nipple without
missing a syllable.
While I was standing next to the table pouring my
coffee, I could clearly see down Wendy's top. I am sure
Megan saw me glancing down at her. I was really getting
excited at all this female flesh about me. Without John
there, Wendy seemed much happier and relaxed. The rest
of the kids were filing in as I was heading out the door
to work.
It was about 5:30pm when I finally got home from work. I
had been eagerly anticipating spending the weekend with
my two women (and four kids). A perfect late summer
afternoon. I heard the telltale splashing and yelling
coming from the back yard which could only mean the pool
was in use. To my great pleasure everyone was using it.
I was so excited to see the head and shoulders of Megan
and Wendy sticking out of the clear water. My son came
splashing over to welcome me home. I quickly greeted
everyone, then almost ran to get changed into my
swimsuit.
I jumped right in and swam to my wife giving her a full
body hug and kiss. I reached down to cup and squeeze her
ass cheeks. Wendy exclaimed, "Now that's what I call a
welcome home greeting!" soon they were telling me about
the events of the day. I learned they went shopping (of
course) and had some treats for me. I played with the
kids while checking out the women's swim gear.
They both had on 2-piece bikinis. Megan was wearing an
aqua blue unit. Her breasts are still larger than normal
because she is nursing and her bikini top clearly is
overwhelmed with the extra flesh. Her stomach is almost
back to its pre pregnancy shape. She really looks great,
all happy and bubbly. Wendy had to accompany her son to
the bathroom. I got a great view of Wendy as she was
stepping out of the pool.
Wow, her long legs and torso give her the perfect
proportion. She was wearing an orange bikini with very
high cut sides. To step from the ladder onto the deck
her right leg extended up and over the edge of the pool
while bending forward at the same time. The ladder
arrangement is a little awkward, but gives a fantastic
view of a persons backside. Wendy was a goddess. I could
clearly see the band of material that goes from the back
to the front of her bikini bottoms. The exact contour of
her inner thighs and mound was plain to see. What a
view. The kids were playing together, so I made my way
over to my wife.
Meg immediately reached down to check my level of
excitement. "That's what I figured. I saw you leering at
Wendy", she quietly growled. "Well, I can't help it. Two
beautiful, almost naked women prancing around here. I am
only horny, I, I, I mean human," I defended. "You
naughty, naughty boy," Meg dismissed. I moved in behind
her and rubbed my now fully extended member into her
backside while caressing my hands up and down her front
side. "That's more like it." she purred as I pinched her
nipples. "Thanks for letting me have Wendy stay here.
And thanks for not being like John." she added.
Wendy returned and we both watched her lower herself
into the water. "What is going on over here? Don't you
ever leave her alone?" Wendy chided. "Like a moth to the
light." I stated as I splashed water into her face.
"You'll pay for that." Wendy blurted as she returned the
favor. "Hey, now you have done it!" Meg exclaimed. Wendy
was in full retreat as Meg and I lunged toward her. I
managed to grab a foot and reeled Wendy back into my
arms.
I froze momentarily as I realized I had my arms fully
wrapped around her waist while she was kicking and
flailing in an attempt to free herself. Her legs were
kicking past and across my hard-on. I don't know if she
realized it or not. Megan was splashing her then I saw a
light click in Meg's eyes. She went around my back and
started pinching Wendy's flesh at the top of her thigh
in the back just below her cheeks. I realized this must
be Wendy's tickle spot. Wendy went from kicking to
laughing and pleading for Meg to stop. "It still works,"
Meg exclaimed.
Wendy wriggled her way loose but I was able to hold onto
her hands. Now she was standing on the bottom trying to
dance away from Meg. I pulled her forward suddenly which
caused her body to become horizontal in front of me. I
quickly wrapped one arm under her upper torso and the
other under her waist and pulled her tight to me. Wendy
was locked face down tight against my chest.
Meg immediately went for her fully exposed upper thighs.
I was so excited having this strange flesh rubbing tight
against mine and watching my wife grabbing at Wendy's
thighs. I was in that erogenous zone in which I did not
care that Wendy could easily see or feel my erection. In
fact I was hoping she did know.
In an effort to get away, Wendy would arch her back and
then try to curl forward which caused Meg's hands to
pinch and grab anywhere from her knee to right on her
ass. It was all happening very fast, but I thought at
one point Megs fingers slid under her bikini bottom.
Wendy attempted to go on the offensive and started to
grab at my thighs. Her hands were everywhere. I know for
certain her arms brushed across my erection at least
several times. At this point, there was no doubt that
all three of us knew I was completely aroused by this
horseplay. I decided to go a little further.
I released my left arm from Wendy's waist and
immediately grabbed the back of her nearest thigh. Here
we were, I was holding this beautiful woman wearing only
a bikini with one arm while both my wife and I were
pinching her bare upper thighs and the surrounding area.
I could not believe it.
The tickling pretty much ended and her resistance
simultaneously lowered as I allowed Wendy's feet to sink
to the bottom. I still had my right arm loosely around
her chest. My left hand was still on her thigh, although
I was no longer pinching her. Once her feet hit the
bottom I released my right arm and deliberately slid my
left hand up her leg over her right cheek and up to her
waist before retracting it. Neither of us said or did
anything to give my move away.
As she stepped away from me towards Meg, her left hand
dragged across my hard-on. Again we did not give a clue
of our actions. "I can't believe you still remember my
weak point. You deserve a spanking." Wendy mused. "Don't
even think about it." Meg smirked. By now all the kids
were either crying or whining about hunger. The girls
went in to start dinner and tend the kids while I
cleaned up.
By the time dinner was over it was almost 7 o'clock. The
kids were off to bed and by 7:30 the three of us were in
the living room resting. We were chatting about the day.
I opened a bottle of wine and poured us each a glass. I
realized how much I appreciated the dress worn in the
pool compared to the shorts and shirts we now had on. I
really wanted to see more skin and thought it would be a
real improvement if I could get them into their
nightwear. I took the lead by telling them I was going
to take a shower to get the chlorine off.
I showered and even shaved. I put some cologne on and
then to set the dress code I wore my boxers with
bathrobe. I left the front open way down to my stomach
so they would see that I did not overdress, hoping they
would follow suit. Wendy went in next. I asked Megan if
she was enjoying herself. She said she was very happy to
have Wendy here.
I asked how she knew where Wendy's ticklish spot was.
She said she remembered from back when they were kids.
"But how did you find her spot?" I pressed. "Well, I
guess we poked around at each other until we found it.
Why do you care?" She asked. I was feeling bold and knew
Wendy would be out soon, "I found it particularly
exciting seeing you tickling her. Did you enjoy touching
Wendy?" My hard-on returned to its glory just thinking
about it. Megan noticed the lump at the front of my
robe.
"I see you are still enjoying it. I liked it too, but
not to the same extent. You know I really prefer it
slow, that was all happening pretty fast." she
deflected. "Yes, but did you like touching Wendy's
thighs? I thought I also saw you touching her rear too?"
I pressed. "I did not! It was accidental anyway. I liked
touching her. She feels good. But it is not the same."
she said. "You were not aroused by it at all?" I pressed
again. "Maybe a little." The bathroom door opened and
Wendy brought those long bare legs back in.
Just as planned she was again in her short black robe.
She was brushing her hair as she entered and sat back
down in her armchair. I could smell a faint whiff of
perfume as she passed by. A good sign I thought. Megan
went next. Wendy and I talked about life in Southern
California. While not talking directly about it, it was
clear her married life was not so great. She was very
complimentary about Megan and my priorities. I felt bad
for her, she really is a wonderful person. I would not
trade my wife for anyone, but I think Wendy would make a
good second choice. I heard our daughter begin to cry
from her bed and cringed. I did not want her to wake the
others.
I went in and brought her out. She was obviously hungry.
I was about to get Megan from the bathroom when Wendy
said she would hold her. I thought, well how is that
going to work? I handed her over. Wendy cradled her and
rocked her walking back and forth. She is definitely
hungry, and she knows just were to go for food. She is
trying to suckle. Wendy had her robe opened in front and
my daughter had her mouth right where Wendy's nipple
must be. The only thing in the way was her silky top. I
could now see what she was wearing under her robe
because it was untied and fully open.
She was wearing a garment that is kind of tube shaped
with one strap going over each shoulder. It only covers
to most of the way up her thigh. I could not see the
sides but I suspect it was just about like one Megan has
with slits up the sides. Back to the baby problem. I
could clearly see that Wendy's other nipple was fully
erect poking against the material of her nightshirt. My
daughter suckling through her nightshirt excited her.
Meg happened to finish and joined us.
"She is hungry Meg. May I feed her?" Wendy inquired. "I
did not know you were still breastfeeding your son." Meg
answered. "Well I weaned him a while ago, but I feel my
body responding to her cry of hunger. If you don't mind.
I'm not sure my milk will come in or not." Wendy
explained. "Go ahead. I'll have to nurse her too though.
My breasts are getting full." Meg agreed. Just like
that, Wendy pushed the right strap off of her shoulder
and lowered the garment to expose her breast right in
front of us. My daughter latched right on and greedily
sucked.
Wendy responded with a sigh, "I think it's working. I
forgot how good this feels." Wendy explained, and then
looked at me "Don't you wish you had breasts?" "I have
all I can handle tonight right here in this room thank
you." I decided I was going to be bold and see what
happens. Soon enough the baby started crying again.
Wendy figured she ran out of milk and handed her to
Megan. Who in turn dropped a strap and allowed our
daughter free access to one of hers. Wendy was
straightening out her top while sitting down.
Megan was wearing almost the exact same nightshirt as
Wendy's except it was gold instead of black. Meg sat on
her chair with our daughter at her breast. When she sat
of course her nightshirt crept way up. Unfortunately our
daughter was lying across her lap. Otherwise it would be
a cinch to see her knickers. She asked me if I would
massage her feet while she nursed. I brought my wine
glass and sat on the floor in front of her. Meg stated
about how she loves being massaged while feeding. It is
so relaxing and stimulating at the same time. Wendy said
she was great at giving massages.
Without saying anything she came down by my side and
took Megan's left foot and began to massage it. I said
to do a good job we needed oil and went for the bottle
in the dresser drawer. I squirted a liberal amount about
halfway up her chin and let it run down. Wendy took the
bottle and started pouring from her knee. We worked her
feet over and over again. I started to focus on her
lower leg, working the oil into her calf muscles. The
girls were chatting about giving birth and all the work
involved in raising kids, etc., etc.
In a few minutes the baby had fallen asleep. Meg
giggled, "Look at her precious mouth." We kneeled up and
saw the baby's mouth still in a sucking position but it
had pulled away from Meg's extended nipple. There was
milk dribbling out the side of her mouth and down her
cheek. "Lucky kid," I blurted out.
I reached for Megan's nipple and gently rolled it
between my fingers. "Mmmmm," she expressed. I told her
to lie down and we would finish her massage. Wendy was
on Meg's right and I on her left as she made herself
comfortable on her stomach. I dribbled some oil up her
left leg from her calf up to the top of her thigh. Meg
only had on her top and panty bottom. Her top ended at
the bottom of her panties. I handed the oil to Wendy and
she poured the oil the same as I had. I started to work
the oil in from her calf up to her thigh. Wendy followed
suit.
I followed the bottom edge of Meg's panty line from her
hip down between her legs. Wendy's fingers touched mine
as we moved to the center. I was careful not touch her
panties yet. I wanted to go to her shoulders and work my
way down again and into her panties with Wendy
following. We poured some oil into our palms and laid
hands on her neck, rubbing outward to her shoulders. I
gently slid the strap of Meg's top off her shoulder. The
upper edge of Meg's top ended at about mid shoulder
blade height. Wendy and I deeply rubbed the oil into her
shoulders and neck. I ran some oil down Megs arm and
handed the bottle off to Wendy.
I rubbed the oil in from her shoulder down to her hand.
I grabbed each finger and stroked each like it was an
erect penis. Slowly, methodically stroking each finger
Wendy was right with me. Lowering my head to her hand I
took her index finger into my mouth and pretended it was
a lollypop. I slid it in and out. I strained my eyes up
to see the erotic sight Wendy was making as she mimicked
me. I massaged my way back up to Meg's shoulders then
worked my way up her neck and to her face.
Only her left side was exposed as she lay on her stomach
with her head turned to the side. We were both massaging
Meg's face and scalp. I slid my oily fingers across her
lips, then traced them around several times. Wendy
worked her way to Megs' lips and cheek too. I slid my
index finger into her mouth and Meg sucked it right in.
I slid my finger in and out of her mouth then yielded
for Wendy to do the same. It was very exciting for me to
see my wife sucking on Wendy's finger like she was
giving oral sex to it.
I was now working my way down her back. I motioned that
I wanted to take Meg's top off. She just raised her arms
then lifted herself onto her elbows as Wendy and I slid
the top up and off. Now my wife was lying in front of us
with only her bikini panties on. I ran oil all over her
back and we immediately started to work it into her
skin.
Wendy started at Meg's right shoulder and I on her left
as we massaged our way down to the elastic band of Meg's
panties. We worked our way up and down not missing an
inch of skin. I jumped over her panties to her thighs
again and worked up toward her panties. Once reaching
the leg opening of her panty I stopped massaging and
took my index finger and placed it on her backbone about
halfway up. Wendy followed along. I slowly traced her
backbone down to her panty and then traced the edge of
her panty all the way around and down to the carpet.
Then jumped down to the leg opening and traced the edge
over her cheek and down between her legs as far as I
could reach.
I retraced the way back out and up her back again. Going
back down this time I pushed the material down about and
inch while tracing the same path. Wendy was doing the
same on her side. Two more times and most of Meg's
bottom was exposed.
With both hands I oiled up and grabbed onto her cheek
and massaged up to her lower back and down to mid thigh.
I was allowing my finger to go deep between her legs and
into her crack. I noticed Wendy was hesitant to go as
deep. My wife was responding by arching her back which
spread her crack more. I am not sure she meant to but
her left hand reached to her panty and pushed it down a
little as though to indicate she wanted me to remove her
panties. I took her left side and started to pull it
down.
Wendy did not follow. I think she was not sure she
should. I reached over and took her hand and hooked her
fingers under Megan's right panty band and indicate that
she should pull them down. We slid them off as Meg rose
up to accommodate the maneuver. I now poured oil all
over Meg's bare bottom and rubbed my hand up and down
allowing my fingers to penetrate deep into her crack. I
was following the line from her tailbone down to her
pussy and back up again. Each time adding downward
pressure.
Again Wendy would follow but not go down into her crack
and all the way down to her pussy. I took her hand and
placed my fingers over hers and traced the path down and
up. On the way down I deliberately pushed Wendy's
fingers fully in and slowly traced over Meg's rear
opening and down into her very, very wet pussy. We slid
two fingers in and then back up and around her anal
opening. I pushed Wendy's fingers in a little and out
again.
Meg responded by spreading her legs a little and fully
arching her back for maximum access. I let Wendy's
fingers go then took my index finger and slid it into
her pussy as far as possible. I pulled it out and did
the same with each of the four fingers on my right hand.
I then rubbed them lightly across Meg's lips. Back and
fourth until she opened them and sucked them into her
mouth. I pushed Wendy's hand down for her to imitate.
She finally did and Meg almost came when Wendy put her
first finger into her.
I motioned for Meg to turn over onto her back. Once in
place Wendy poured oil from her shoulders to her knees
which we quickly rubbed in. Meg kept her eyes closed the
entire time. I knew Meg would have milk in her breasts
from the excitement. I took hold of her right breast and
started milking it. Tiny jets of milk squirted out in
arches across her body. I collected a little in my hand
and dripped it on Meg's lips. Her tongue quickly licked
it clean. Wendy and I started rubbing Meg down from top
to bottom. Meg grabbed my hand and pushed it to her
pussy indicating she wanted me to finger her. Then she
reached out and pulled at my boxer shorts like I should
take them off.
I needed both hands to do this so I again took Wendy's
hand and placed it at Meg's pussy for her to take over.
I stood to remove my robe and shorts. After a couple
seconds Meg grabbed Wendy's hand and directed her first
two fingers to slide into and out of her pussy while her
thumb was to massage her clitoris. As soon as I knelt
back down Meg grabbed my hard-on and started stroking
it.
With her left hand, Meg was rubbing Wendy's arms and
shoulders. She would reach up and gently pull her hair
and massage her face and slide her fingers in and out of
Wendy's mouth. She even reached for and was playing with
Wendy's tits, squeezing her nipples.
My left hand was massaging Megan's tits and rolling her
nipple through my fingers. I transferred my right hand
to Wendy. I rubbed up her back inside of her top then
down and back up her leg over her bottom. I was starting
to work my fingers between her legs and up. Wendy had
spread her legs to accommodate my advances. I could
clearly feel her moisture soaking through her panties.
Megan moved both hands to her pussy and started pumping
her hips into the air as she came. She makes this
squealing noise. Her back was fully arched and her pussy
was way up into the air pulsing with the waves of
pleasure washing over her. After 20 seconds or so she
came down and her hands again were split between Wendy
and me.
Now both of my hands were exploring our guest's body.
Meg pulled at Wendy to move closer. She repositioned
herself so that she was on all fours directly over the
top of Megan. Her top was hanging down onto Meg so I
started to slide it over Wendy's head. She did not
resist. Now Wendy was on hands and knees directly over
my wife wearing only her panties while both of my hands
and one of Megs were rubbing in every place of Wendy's
excited body. I took the oil and poured a line down the
center of her back and began to rub it in. I quickly
found my way under her panties and down her crack and
into her pussy.
My wife was rubbing Wendy's tits and back when I took
her hand and slid it down Wendy's belly and over her
pussy. I took two of her fingers and rubbed around her
clitoris and then into her pussy and out again. I then
took her fingers up to Wendy's lips which she took in
and sucked clean. I was running my free hand up and down
her crack and into her pussy and back up again. I used
my index finger to circle her anus and gently pushed in
and withdrew several times. I slid her panties down her
legs; she instinctively raised her knees to allow me to
remove them completely.
Megan resumed her manipulations of Wendy's clitoris and
pussy then pushed my cock back towards the rear of Wendy
indicating she wanted me to move behind her. I
repositioned myself and Meg let go of my painfully hard
dick. When she withdrew her hand from my hard-on there
was quite a bit of my precum that had run onto her
fingers. She put this to Wendy's lips and the mess was
quickly cleaned up with her tongue. Megan reached down
between Wendy's legs and took hold of me again.
This time she was rubbing the head of my penis up and
down Wendy's dripping wet pussy. She would rub it side
to side across her clit then up and down her opening.
After a couple times my wife slowly pulled me into her
friend's opening. I naturally started pumping in and
out. Slowly at first then faster and faster. Meg had one
hand on my balls and one pulling on Wendy's nipples.
After I was up to speed Meg transferred her hand from my
balls to Wendy's clit and started massaging it. I could
not hold out any longer. Wendy too was ready to come.
She started moaning out loud in time with each stroke.
Her back was fully arched and her eyes squeezed tight.
Just then Meg started chanting "Give it to her. Give it
to her" we both went over the edge. I was holding her
hips as tight as I could while ramming into her as hard
as I could. After shooting into her everything I had, we
just stayed motionless, locked in that position for at
least 30 seconds. Then we collapsed onto Megan while
regaining our breaths.
After uncoupling and wiping up. I had the girls lay on
their backs next to each other while I inspected their
bodies. I waxed eloquent about their overwhelming
performances. I could not wait for the next couple of
days to unfold.
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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
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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