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Bitch in Heat {F/M-dog FD MF} codes
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Synopsis: A somewhat non-traditional love triangle: a boy,
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Bitch in Heat {F/M-dog FD MF} codes

Cast of characters:

    Phoebe Howards, a 29-year old CPA.
    Ralph - her 21-year old live in boyfriend,
            College senior, and Track Star
    King - her 3-year old Alaskan husky dog.

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My limp cock felt like an overcooked noodle having just come out
of the furnace of Phoebe's still pulsating cunt.  She had completely
exhausted me. My chest was heaving trying to catch my breath.
I felt like I would pass out.

She lay back legs spread wide looking almost the same as when
we'd begun. "Come on big boy, I'm not done with you yet. I want
more." she taunted.  More!?

We had been going at it for almost 3 solid hours.  I had just shot my
fifth load.  Phoebe had climaxed at least three dozen times.  I was
totally wrung out.  So I pleaded with her, "I'm sorry Phoebe, I can't.
Please just let me sleep. I have an early class tomorrow."

Her eyes flashed as her face hardened.  "You wimp," she said in
disgust, "What good is screwing a young stud if he can't keep it up?"
Phoebe spread her legs wide and called to her dog, "Here King.
Come to momma. I have something juicy for you."

King was Phoebe's Alaskan husky.  He was a huge dog, at least
140 pounds, but very friendly. He looked at me before moving.

King and I liked each other a lot.  In addition to walking him twice a
day, I fed him and played with him. I'd always liked dogs and knew
how to treat them.  I think King liked me more then Phoebe.  As far
as King was concerned, I was the Alpha male, the leader of his pack.

"Damn it Ralph! Why is he looking at you? He never used to give a
shit. So, say something to him." Phoebe snapped impatiently.

"Go ahead King," I said, giving my permission.  It was what he'd been
waiting for. As far as King was concerned, Phoebe was my bitch.  He
needed to be sure I was done fucking her before doing anything.

King jumped up on the bed and buried his big nose in Phoebe's snatch.
She had trained him to do this since he was a puppy. King sniffed all
around her crotch. Then his huge tongue came out and began licking
Phoebe's pussy.

It made her hotter to talk dirty even if King didn't understand a
word, "Yes! Use your slimy tongue. Lick my nasty pussy.  Make me
cream for you."  Phoebe started moaning and thrashing as his tongue
drove her towards more orgasms.  Between King and I, she would be
sated, just barely.  Every week I was with her, she seemed to want a
little more loving.

I was too exhausted to thing about it now. Even in all that noise, I
fell into the "sleep of the dead".

I woke up early because of the hot wet tongue licking my face.  King
was ready to go outside to do his business.  I went to the bathroom,
peed, quickly washed off the sex smell, and got dressed.

After giving King a quick walk and refilling his food bowl, I managed
to sneak back out of the house before Phoebe's alarm went off.
Otherwise, my tired cock would have to perform again.  I just
wasn't up to it if I was going to get through my long day.

I felt a little guilty, but if I kept missing classes because Phoebe
kept me home screwing then I'd flunk out.  I chuckled to myself,
unsure who I felt worse about, Phoebe or King.

"What the hell was wrong with me?" I thought.  A 21-year old
man running away from a sexy female willing and eager to spread
her legs for me.  And a great fuck at that.  The best, in fact, that
I'd ever had.

It was the dream of every male college student in the country,
and I was afraid that I was about to lose it. Phoebe had been
making noises over the last few weeks that if I couldn't keep up
with her that she'd soon go looking for a "fresh slab of meat".
She wasn't subtle about things like that.

I had an hour after my last class before track practice, so I got
a cup of coffee, found an empty table in the student union, and
tried to remember how I'd gotten in this situation.

The Friday before my senior year in college started I was hanging
out at the sports bar used by the track team.  We were celebrating
being the varsity team after waiting for our big moment for the past
three years. Throwing darts, shooting pool, drinking beer, and
generally raising hell.  It was a great party.

Again I noticed this older woman checking me out.  It wasn't just
me.  There seemed to be six or seven different guys she had been
looking over during the past half-hour.

She was in the dark and too far away to see much except that her
clothes were a lot more expensive then any college girl would wear.
Also, her blond hair was up in some fancy hairdo that older women
like. Then it was my shot so I turned back to the pool game.

A few minutes later I noticed that all activity around me had stopped.
When I turned, there she was. Her finger was moving in and out of her
mouth as if she was sucking a cock.  It was incredibly sexy to watch.
In less then a minute, my own cock was standing at attention.

She kept at it, letting us have a chance to look her over. I saw a
tiny woman, maybe 5'2" if you subtract what looked like 5" heels with
dark eyelashes, dyed blond hair, and small tits. Under the pool table
lights I had a good view of them.  She was wearing a red dress with a
plunging neckline with showed off her small cleavage to best effect.
It was so sheer that I could also see the rest.  There was no bra.
Her nipples were large for such small tits and they were just starting
to poke outward through the thin material.

Maybe 27, 29 year old?  Certainly older then my 21-years.  It was
hard for me to tell in that dress with the purple lipstick and
matching
makeup.

She was in good physical shape for an older woman, skinny, but with
nicely rounded hips, maybe 32-21-35. Her legs well formed and looked
longer then they actually were under what had to be wearing the
shortest skirt in the bar. I wondered if her panties had been
forgotten with her bra.  Was her pussy already wet?  I started wanting
to find out.

Then I realized that she was staring only at me.  She must have liked
what she saw.  I was proud of my 6'1" body.  I kept it in great shape
exercising every day and running on the team.  The college girls often
told me they liked my big muscles, broad chest, and tight ass.

They loved when I pounded my hard meat into their tight young twats.
It didn't hurt that I'd developed enough control to hold off my own
climax.  I was more then enough to push these girls to more orgasms
then they could stand.  When I saw they couldn't take it any more, I
release my own climax into their sated bodies.  No one ever went away
unsatisfied.

When the woman before me saw my recognition, she sashayed over
to me.  Everything moved when she walked.  This woman knew how
to use and display her body for men.  It was a pleasure to watch.

"Wanna dance big boy?" she asked.  I must have waited too long to
answer. The next thing I knew, her small hand had grabbed my cock.
She turned without release it and led me onto the dance floor.  Of
course, all the guys I was with were hooting and hollering at the
exhibition.

She turned again, grabbed my ass and pulled me into her.
Unfortunately, even in those heels, she was a head shorter then I.

Her pussy was pressed against my thigh. My cock was pressed against
her belly. That didn't deter her. Her succulent body pulsated against
mine, rubbing her small tits and pussy against me.  I could tell how
excited she was getting. The air smelled of her sex.

At 6'1", I towered over this skinny little waif. Her slight body was
dwarfed by my bulk. I outweighed her by more then 100 pounds.
Yet she was the one setting the pace.

"What's you name," I asked.  She answered, "Later.  There's something
more important to do first." Reaching between us the pulled down my
zipper and fished out my cock. "You're a hot little bitch, aren't
you?" I prompted a bit annoyed. It felt like I was getting a hand
job as we danced.

"You have no idea, big boy. Now lift me up so I can kiss you
properly." she directed. She was light, less then 100 pounds so it was
ease for me to lift her as instructed. When I did, her mouth latched
onto mine like a lamprey eel.  She forced her tongue into my mouth.
It was like she was trying to suck the life out of me, but I gave back
as good as I got.

She broke the kiss and looked in my eyes.  I had the impression that
I'd just passed a test. She wrapped her legs around me and said in my
ear, "Slowly, VERY slowly, lower me." She wriggled against me, but I
was concentrating on lowering her and didn't pay attention.

She had never let go of my cock the entire time.  Surprise it a bit
inadequate for what I felt next. As I lowered her, she guided my cock
directly into her open steaming cunt. "Yesssssssss," she gasped,
impaling herself as I continued to lower her. There had been no
panties.  Nothing at all blocked my entry.

I pressed her back against the wall for support. I noticed now that
while we were dancing, she'd maneuvered us to the darkest part of the
bar. This must be what she'd planned all along.  Of course, I'd heard
about older rich women picking up young guys, but this was the first
time anything like this had ever happened to me.

My hard cock fairly slid all the way into her cunt until we slapped
together. She wasn't that tight, but when I felt her inner muscles
clench and grasp as my cock, it didn't matter.

I held her against the wall as I eased my cock about halfway out and
then back in. I wanted to just leave the head in, but was afraid that
I'd pop out entirely and look like an inexperienced jerk.  It still
felt fantastic as I began pumping.

"You fuck so good, big boy. Now you better kiss me," she said. I
wasn't about to turn her down at that point. It was a good thing. As I
was shortly to find out, she was a screamer.

She matched my rhythm, but almost immediately tried pushing me
faster.  That was OK with me.  It couldn't have been more then
2 minutes later when I felt her legs and arms tighten around me.
She tried using her legs to pull my cock into her as keep as it
would go.

I felt her entire body stiffened. My cock was held for a moment in
the vice-like grip of her contracting cunt. Then a shudder rippled
through her entire body.  All the air in her lungs seemed to come
out of her nose and mouth with the scream that I successfully
muffled with my mouth.

Her body relaxed. I mean totally limp. It was like holding a sack of
wet cement.  I supported her entire weight with my hands under her
ass. Fortunately, being on the track team I have strong leg muscles.


She broke out kiss and rested her head on my shoulder. Keeping
a firm grip, I kept pumping into her.  She had cum, but I wasn't
close yet.  And I wasn't going to let this chance get away.

In less then a minute I felt her cunt muscles come alive again. We
had a repeat performance.  She humping furiously against me until
climax then resting.  I decided to hold back and see if it would
happen again.  It did, twice.

The last time, I was too far-gone.  I felt that familiar pre-orgasm
tingling. I clamped my mouth over hers and began pounding into
her.  I was so turned on that stopped being concerned with her.
I was only thinking of my own impending climax.

I started ramming into her soft cunt like a pile driver. I 'm
surprised that I didn't flatten her or push right through the wall.
She might look like a frail little flower, but the horny slut kept
right up with me, matching my thrust for thrust, punching her twat
against me.  When I felt her climax, it set me off.  I shot a huge
load into this hot bitch.

As my cock softened, I let her feet touch the ground.  My cock
slipped out.  She complained, "Not yet stupid! Quick, give me a
napkin off the table."  She jammed it under her skirt to wipe off
the juices running down her thighs.

Realizing the insult, she batted her sexy eyes at me and in a contrite
voice said, "I'm sorry big boy, you were incredible, but as soon as
you pulled out everything started leaking out. I don't want it to ruin
these shoes. I paid a fortune for them."

She bent down and licked my still exposed cock clean. She dried it
with another napkin then gave it another kiss and put it away for me.
Getting up she put her hand back on me and in a sultry voice asked,
"Is your little soldier ready for more tonight?"

I turned back to my buddies.  They had watched everything even if the
rest of the bar had not noticed us.  I smiled and waved to these guys
who were just standing there with tongues hanging out. "Sure," I
replied, "Do you want to do it here or go someplace more comfortable?"

"My place. My car's parked out front." she answered taking me by
the hand instead of my cock this time.  She had a bright yellow Jag.
"Want to drive, big boy?" she asked.  "You bet."

She gave me the keys. Like a gentleman, I help her into the passenger
seat then got behind the wheel. It was a joy to drive. It handled like
a dream. I loved the quick turns and the feeling of power driving this
car gave me.

I didn't have a destination. The glory was in making the trip. It must
have been close to an hour later. When I turned to thank her. She had
been watching my exultation the entire time, just smiling.

"My name is Phoebe Howards. I'm a CPA, a Certified Public
Accountant" she revealed, "You'll have a chance to thank me fully
after I get you home."  I followed her directions to get to her home.
It was only about 3 blocks from the campus.

Lots of people think CPAs are boring and think only about money, not
my Phoebe.  Accounting was more of a hobby, something she used to
pay the bills.  Her real interest, perhaps "obsession" would be a
better
term, was sex.

We spent the whole weekend fucking.  When we took a break she'd
put on a sheer black nighty that I'm sure was designed to make me
hard again.  It worked.  Not wanting to disappoint, I pulled the
nighty
off of her and drove my cock back into her wild cunt.

Phoebe had a thing for younger men. She told me about how a woman
reaches her sexual peak at about 30, but a man at 18.  Her sexuality
was still increasing, mine slowly going downhill.  Still, I had passed
all her tests and was just what she wanted.  Monday afternoon, I moved
in.

I had always been a "breast man".  I loved girls with big D-cup tits,
squeezing them, sucking them, and feeling them crushed against my
chest when we fucked.  Up until now, I wouldn't even go out with a
girl smaller then a solid C-cup.  With Phoebe, that didn't matter.
Her fiery twat and tight ass more then made up for what she lacked
up front.  All were exercised several times daily.

When Phoebe wore anything at all around the house, it was something
designed to encourage me to attract attention to her chest.  She liked
leather outfits that had cut outs for her rack.  Her little A-cup tits
seemed even more sensitive then their bigger sisters.  She always
wanted me to touch them, pressing them against me if she felt they
had been ignored too long.  Never once did she push away my hand
regardless of where we were.

What a year!  Mornings spent in classes. Afternoons running at track
practice.  Evenings being shown the upscale side of town by Phoebe.
And nights, nights were spent fucking.

I had lost my virginity as a Junior in High school. I'd had many women
since, but Phoebe knew a lot more about sex then I did.  She showed
me what she liked, oral, anal, a whole variety of positions that I'd
never conceived.

She liked tying me up and riding me to several orgasms. She was
always trying to beat the record of her own orgasms in one night.

At first, I could keep up with her easily.  We did it at least once a
day, every day. Her monthly periods only meant that we'd need an
extra towel or two.  After the first two months, Phoebe started to
wake up horny and wanted to screw every morning too.  That was
fine with me.  I usually had my best hard-ons in the morning.

After four months together, she began waking me up in the middle of
the night with her lips wrapped around my cock.  We had both slept
naked since the start.  She'd pull me on top of her, demanding to be
fucked until she'd climaxed three or four times.

That was hard on me since I had pretty full days. Fortunately, I was
young and had lots of energy.  What better way to spend it then by
fucking an exquisite horny woman?

Phoebe worked at home most of the time. As a CPA she set her own
schedule.  If she needed to recover from a night of wild sex it was
simple. She could just take a nap in the middle of the day.  If she
got horny during the day while I was gone, King was there to satisfy
her.

It's true that guys think about sex constantly, but compared to Phoebe
I felt like a monk. If she didn't walk around the house nude then
she'd wear a sexy outfit bound to make my cock stand up and take
notice.

More and more whenever we went out, she wanted be fucked in the
restaurant or a nearby alleyway or anywhere with the "risk" of being
caught.  If she were wearing anything underneath then she'd just push
it aside and demand to be taken on the spot. This would just get her
warmed up for the "main event" when we got home.

Phoebe always wore clothes to maximize the sensuality of her body.
Dressing outrageously so people would stare was a common occurrence.

She moved in a way that commanded, "fuck me".  I couldn't say "no"
to her.  She knew exactly what buttons to press, pride, inadequacy,
macho, horny, fear.  I knew I was being manipulated, but was totally
caught in her web.  It was like I was a male black-widow spider, being
used for sex and then killed.  I was no more able to resist Phoebe
then that the male spider was able to resist its mate.

On the face of it, it was nuts. Here I was eight years younger and in
great physical shape. She was this little 5'2" slip of a woman. I was
almost a foot taller and could twirl her around in one muscled hand.
Yet she had conquered me easily with her inexhaustible pussy.

Now after six months together, she was waking me up 2 or 3 times a
night, demanding sex.   I just couldn't keep "burning the candle on
both ends".  It was having a serious effect on my grades.  If my GPA
fell any farther then I'd lose my eligibility to be on the track team
and maybe flunk out completely.

The smart thing to do would be to leave Phoebe, but I knew that was
impossible. She was like a drug that I was hooked on.  Yet I had to do
something.  The answer came from my buddy Hal.  He was the smartest
guy on the track team; a biochemistry major with a 3.9 GPA.

We were comparing the stuff we were doing in class.  He told me about
his research project on pheromones used by female dogs when in estrus.
Yes, the correct term for female dogs really is "bitches" when they're
in heat.  These pheromones signal the male dogs to mount a fertile
bitch.  The response of the male is pretty automatic.

I had been confiding in Hal a little about my problems with Phoebe.
"I feel just like that boy dog, being expected to automatically
perform by my horny bitch."

Wait a second.  Yes!  It was sort of perverted, but it might be the
answer that I needed.  I talked Hal into getting me some of those
pheromones.

Two days later Hal delivered in the form of a squirt bottle. "This is
powerful stuff," he warned, "One squirt will be enough."

That evening, I had made every excuse I could think of NOT to fuck
Phoebe when we went out to dinner.  She wanted to do it at the table,
in the bathroom, in the alley, in the car, in the park, anywhere.   I
promised her something very special. "You better deliver, big boy."
She said in a threatening way.

By the time we got back to the house she was a little desperate and
very frustrated.  Phoebe was used to getting her way. That meant
getting my cock inside her.  As I closed the door she kicked off her
shoes and stripped off her dress in one motion. As usual there was
nothing underneath but her lovely skin. She pressed me against the
wall with her hand on my cock and demanded, "Now it's time to
deliver as you promised."

"Right." I said as I lifted her naked body off the floor and carried
her to the bedroom. I placed her down on the bed, but kept hold of her
wrists. These were tied with the rope she usually used on me. "What
the fuck do you think you're doing Ralph?" she snarled.

"Turn about is fair play, love." I teased. "You bastard! I'll make you
pay for this." She threatened.  Ignoring her, I dove between her legs
and began sucking her pussy.  Phoebe quickly forgot everything but
the feeling of my tongue and lips on her sex.

King came in and watched all of this.  Nothing she said would make him
stop me.  He had heard her cry out and curse me many times before.  He
wouldn't think of protecting Phoebe from me.  I was the alpha male and
she was my bitch.

What a hot bitch she was.  Having her tied down was unusual, but
made it hotter for both of us.  We fucked like this for better then
two
hours. I was just coming down from my third climax. Of course,
Phoebe was just getting warmed up. She wanted more and expected
me to provide it.

I was tired, but not exhausted. The fact that she was tied down did
nothing to lessen Phoebe's relentless sexual demands. I wanted a
break, but there was now a way to give Phoebe what she wanted
at the same time.

I got pulled out of her, got off the bed and tied Phoebe's legs well
apart. She was now spread-eagled and completely helpless.  "You
better get back in there if you know what's good for you big boy."
She growled.

I opened a draw and took out the bottle that Hal had given me.  I gave
Phoebe one squirt over her soaking pussy hairs and another across her
breasts. "What the hell are you doing?" she demanded.

I ignored her saying, "Here King. Go to momma. She has something
juicy for you."  Just as he had many times before, King hopped up
on the bed and began sniffing Phoebe's snatch.

Angry that I, not she had called King she said, "If you're not man
enough to fuck me, I'll let King do it."  She didn't know how right
she was.  Phoebe put her head back and closed her eyes waiting
for King's tongue.

The change in King was almost immediate.  He kept sniffing Phoebe's
pussy instead of starting to lick it.  I saw her penis emerge from its
sheath.  It kept growing and growing.  When it reached full size, I
judged it was an inch or two shorter then my 7" prick, but a lot
thicker.

He looked at me, waiting for his Alpha's permission. "Go ahead King."

King moved up to position himself, placing his front paws on Phoebe's
small breast.  His nose bent down to smell her chest.  The pheromones
I had squirted on Phoebe confirmed that this hot bitch was ready for
him.

Feeling King's paws and hot breath on her chest, Phoebe's eyes opened.
"King what are you doing? Ralph something's wrong. Get him off of me!"

"There's nothing wrong.  You're such a hot bitch that you need more
then one male animal fucking you.  King here is going to assist me in
satisfying you." I taunted.

She looked between King's legs and saw his big tool hanging down.
Realizing that what I had said was true she began cursing, "You
shithead, get this fucking animal off of me immediately.  I'll kill
you.  I'll cut off your fucking balls with a dull spoon. I'll kill
both of you."

With his prick hard, King was in no mood to accept this tone from
any bitch.  He growled, bearing his teeth at her.  This scared the
hell out of Phoebe.  King had never acted this way.  She realized
that this massive animal could rip her throat out in a second.

Her mouth closed, her eyes wide, all she could do was watch helplessly
while King mounted her.

Phoebe's vulnerable cunt was completely open and well lubricated from
our mutual cum.  As fat as King's cock was, he had little trouble
pushing his tool into her.

"Ooooooohhhhhh," Phoebe gasped at the sensation of being violated.
"So thiiiiiiickkkk, so haaaarrrrrddd", she moaned.  The aroused, hot
bitch was completely into it already.

"Good King, good boy, give it to the bitch." I said to King as I moved
up to Phoebe's head.  As many times as King had watched me fuck
Phoebe, he didn't seem to mind when the roles were reversed.  King's
prick was now fully embedded in Phoebe's twat.  He started pumping
slowly and then with gathering speed.

I grabbed for Phoebe's distended nipples and began tweaking them
between my thumb and forefinger saying, "Phoebe is a bitch in heat.
She loves being fucked by a big dog's cock.  Tell me how much
you want it."

"Nnnoooooooohhhhhh," she moaned trying to resist the feelings.
"Tell me," I ordered, squeezing her nipples painfully for emphasis.
It was too much for the transfixed woman.  King's fat cock kept
pistoning in and out of her vagina. Phoebe resistance crumbled
under the onslaught of sensation.  "Yyyyyeeeeeeessssssss,
I looooovvvvve it." She moaned in surrender.

"More!"
"Aaaaaaahhhhh, I'm a bitch in heat."
"Who loves being dog fucked?"
"Mmmmmmm, I love King's cock."
"Do you love Ralph's cock?"
"Oooohhhhhhh, Ralph's cock, any cock, every cock."

I got up and returned with the video camera.  We often recorded our
sex to watch later.  This was too good to miss.  I had her repeat
everything for the camera.  I captured every angle, her face, her
breasts, and her cunt as King reamed it.  She came many times for the
camera.  After about 20 minutes, King howled and emptied his spunk
into Phoebe.  That triggered a screaming orgasm for Phoebe.

King dismounted.  He licked her pussy a little and seemed to enjoy
the taste of his own spunk mixed with hers and mine. Then King got
off the bed and began licking his penis clean.

My hot bitch, Phoebe wasn't done yet.  She was insatiable.
The sight of King fucking Phoebe had made me hard again.
I rubbed my manhood against her slick snatch, "If you want
more hard cock then tell me how you feel."

Phoebe told me how hot King's cock had made her.  It was so nasty
and forbidden, totally different then when a man fucked her. She
tried to resist, but he just kept ramming it into her until she had to
surrender.  His cock wasn't as long or as good as mine was,
but it was thick enough to get her off.

She forgave both King and I.  "Enough to do it again?" I asked.  She
blushed crimson.  It was rare for anything to affect Phoebe like that.
"Yes, soon" she whispered.

With that I untied her and flipped her over to take Phoebe from
behind.  I made sure that King was watching.  The next day, it
would be his turn again.

Between King and I, we managed to keep Phoebe sexually satisfied.
My grades improved.  I was even accepted to graduate school.

Phoebe seemed more relaxed, happier.  She didn't always insist on
being the one to call the shots.  It turned out she enjoyed being tied
up.  Of course, she still enjoyed tying me up, but now we alternated.

Unfortunately, the graduate school was across the country.
Phoebe had her business here and couldn't afford to leave.
We had a tearful farewell.

I left behind King and a supply of the pheromones my hot bitch would
not be completely frustrated for the next few months.  I doubted that
it would take her longer then that to find a new young stud, or maybe
two, to replace me.

I have a new live-in girlfriend in graduate school.  I reverted to my
D-cup standard and she likes cats, not dogs.  I still keep in contact
with Phoebe.  It turned out that she needed 3 guys to replace me even
with King around.  What an ego boost that was!

After she hit 32 her sex drive settled down to a more normal level.
Phoebe settled down and got married to another accountant who
was only 2 years younger then her.  She felt the pressure of her
biological clock.  Her first baby is expected next month.

And no, for those who don't understand biology.  Phoebe never
did have a single litter of puppies.

Oh yes, almost forgot.  King was a great dog.  Her certainly had a way
with the bitches, if you know what I mean ;-)  Eventually, he found
one of his own species. In fact, Phoebe said he ran away for 3 days. A
few months later he was a proud dad.  King, Jr. is the spitting image
of his dad.

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