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Uncle Tommy
MF Mg MFg MFfg MF+g+ bg bgFf Cons, Rom, Pett, Extr Pedo, Oral, Pedo,
Piv, 1st, Teen, Inc, Preg, ScFi
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The first thing that you should know is that not all little girls WANT
to be their Daddy's little sex toys. I should know. My next door neighbor
paid the highest price he could for that lesson. But, I'm getting ahead of
myself.
My name is Tom Sanchez, and here is my account of something that all men
should be aware of. Admittedly, from my perspective, I'm quite fortunate.
I was the benefactor of my neighbor's misfortune, although I never intended
for it to turn out that way.
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When my new neighbors moved in, I noticed how much they seemed to be in
love, always in each other's arms, cooing and kissing as often as possible.
At first, I was quite envious, but later accepted their displays of
affection as being something that they did for each other, not for anyone
else that could see.
We became friends right away and soon started sharing dinners, cookouts,
nights on the town, movies, the whole bit. I really started to get used to
them and their funny sense of humor.
They were both about ten years my junior, and after about a year, I
started to look at them as my younger brother and sister, trying to watch
after them whenever something popped up that they weren't expecting. It
was really fun to brood over them and share their joys, as well as their
sorrows.
Lynn and Greg had been trying to have children for about a year and a
half when they got good news: Lynn was finally pregnant! Greg walked
around like a rooster, his chest puffed out, strutting around as if he were
the first father in the whole world. Again, I felt envious, but shrugged
it off. I knew I would never have a family of my own. I didn't want to
have to deal with all the crap that having a wife again would entail. Once
was enough for me, thanks.
It seemed that everything was starting to go their way. Greg came home
from one of his business trips and told Lynn that he had just been given a
promotion to district manager, with a car, a raise and an office as perks.
Everything seemed perfect.
Right away, his good fortune turned bad for Lynn, his precious young
wife having to remain alone while the newly 'elected' district manager was
off doing important things.
On Greg's fateful trip out of town, I got a frantic phone call from
Lynn, her voice trembling and weak.
"Tommy, please come over quick! I think something is wrong . . ."
I dropped the phone and flew across the yard to their house. She was in
the bathroom and looked white as a sheet. The floor was covered in blood
and she was sitting up next to the tub. I rushed her to the hospital
emergency room in record time.
The doctor gave her the bad news after he examined her, she had just had
a miscarriage. It was going to be a boy, just what they had hoped for.
She was devistated. She didn't want Greg to know until he got home, but I
knew how I would have felt in his shoes, so I called him anyway.
After he got home, I didn't see either of them for about three days. It
hit them pretty hard. It was on a Friday that they finally called and
asked me over. We talked for a while and then Lynn broke down in my arms,
letting out all her emotions. She really did consider me like a big
brother and needed someone else to console her. Greg wasn't much comfort,
since he felt Lynn had let him down by losing the baby.
After a few hours of 'big brotherly' advice and consolation, they both
felt a little better about what had happened. Greg promised Lynn a
vacation after his next business trip and asked if I would look after her
while he was away. He left and returned to his previous business trip
within the next four hours. I felt priviledged and somewhat humbled by
their trust in me.
Greg was going to be gone for two weeks, and asked Lynn not to be alone
too much, so she packed some clothes and a few personal things and moved
into my guestroom. She really felt comfortable at my house, even to the
point of sunning herself a couple of times in the nude on my patio next to
the pool. I was shocked at first, and tried to keep my eyes off of her
while she was out there, but I couldn't resist the temptation to peek out
of the patio door a few times.
I think she was starting to get over her loss, and was beginning to feel
like herself when she went swimming right after she had sunned herself for
about an hour and invited me in. I tried to make some excuse for not
joining her, but she had no part of it, and kept insisting until I
relented.
It was hard as Hell not to keep looking at her. I wasn't sure if she
knew I was looking, but she never seemed to let on. The whole time I was
in the pool, I had to keep the water level just above my trunks, lest she
see the bulge that she had caused. If I'd have been smart enough to
realize she could see me perfectly clearly underwater, I might not have
been so quick to just stand still and ogle her so often.
After we got out, dried off and started having a late lunch, she told me
that she didn't mind my looking at her. It made her feel like a whole
woman again and she needed that right now. Within a few minutes, she was
bawling like a baby and I felt completely inadequate. I tried my best to
make her feel better, but was not having any luck. I reached across the
table and took her hands, within five seconds she was again in my arms,
crying uncontrollably. I picked her up and carried her to the couch where
she sat in my lap, sobbing and whimpering. I tried to keep my eyes off of
her breasts as she sat there, but she was so close and so beautiful. Her
legs looked like golden shafts of silk, her body like that of a teenager.
It was getting harder and harder for me to think of her as my 'little
sister'.
We sat there and talked for hours, rocking back and forth on my comfy
couch. Soon, she started confiding in me, telling me about her family, her
growing up in a very permissive household, her parents walking around the
house nude, her feeling completely normal with no clothes on, hense the
total lack of hesitation for me to swim with her while she was nude. And
then the secrets started to come out, the curiousity she had about her dad,
and his constant trips to her bed in the middle of the night over the
years. Her mother knew about them and told them that as long as she didn't
get pregnant, she would permit their playing and touching. She lost her
virginity to her father when she was fourteen and really loved him deeply
for helping her learn about her body. He told her that it was better for
her to find about sex from someone that loved her, rather than for her to
find out the hard way in the backseat of a car in the dark.
It kept coming, hour after hour. Then she started talking about Greg.
He was not quite as comfortable about her being so 'open' around me,
telling her that I would at some point lose my self control and either rape
her or con her into a sexual encounter that we would both regret. After
all, I was a Mexican, and 'you know how THEY are!' he told her. I felt
betrayed, embarrassed, humiliated and downright MAD. That little white
asshole was telling her that I was nothing more than a walking baby maker,
and that I most likely was going to jump her bones some night while she was
asleep, and that he would probably find out about it in the morning paper.
Lynn could tell I was ready to break something, so she changed the
subject and started asking questions about my past, my childhood, the usual
stuff you would get at a dating party.
After I calmed down, she said she wanted to confide in me, as long as I
never revealed to anyone the contents of our conversation.
"I promise." I said.
"Sometimes I wish I had met you before I met Greg. I can tell you
anything at all and you listen so intently. He isn't like that at all, and
sometimes it really hurts for me to keep it all inside."
"If there is ever a time when you need to get something off your chest,
I want you to come to me as soon as you can and share it with me. You know
that I will never compromise your feelings or trust by repeating anything
that I hear, okay?"
"Thanks big brother."
That felt good, if somewhat awkward. Here was this lily white blonde
calling a dark skinned Latino her big brother. It was a precious moment
for both of us.
"Can I tell you something, Tommy?"
"Of course, that's what I just said, Sis. Let 'er rip!"
"I wish you would kiss me right now. I really need a good kiss to make
me feel better. My dad would make me feel so good when I wasn't happy by
making sure he cuddled with me and made love to me when I was feeling a
little low. I used to love to kiss him for hours and hours. My mom was a
little mad and jealous at first, but after a while, she realized that he
just loved me more physically than most other fathers loved their little
girls. His kisses would lift me up so high, I wish he was here right now."
I was stunned. I didn't move or say anything for a few minutes. I
finally found some words and tried to utter them, fearful I might not sound
intelligent.
"Don't you think that might justify Greg's opinion of me. After all,
I'm supposed to be your big brother, and big brothers aren't supposed to be
going around kissing their little sisters, are they?" I thought that came
out rather well, and was quite proud of myself.
"It's not like you're attacking me or something, I just need a good
friendly kiss, that's all. Don't you think you can kiss me without getting
carried away?"
"Well, the truth is, it's been a long time since I kissed a beautiful
woman, and I just MIGHT get carried away once I got started. Besides, your
sitting on my lap wearing that towel isn't exactly making me think
religious thoughts right now. I've been staring at your breasts and your
legs for the better part of the afternoon and it's starting to wear me
down. I think I need to go to the bathroom at take care of myself." I
started to get up, but she wouldn't move.
"Tommy?"
"What?"
"Tell me something?"
"Name it!"
"If I kissed you, would you be mad at me?"
"Well . . . no, I guess not. But I can't make any promises. You get
my jets started and you're going to have to stop them on your own. Deal?"
"If you start getting too warmed up, I'll drag you into the pool and
cool you off. How's that?"
"Are you sure this is a good idea? I really don't think Greg would
approve."
"Greg hasn't kissed me passionately for six months or more. He just
isn't interested in sex that much since he got his promotion."
"Now I find that VERY hard to believe! Any sane man that had a wife or
girlfriend like you would be out of his mind not to take care of your body
on a nightly basis. I can't believe that Greg is so focused on his work
that he hasn't taken the time to take care of his home business."
"Tommy, I wouldn't be asking you to kiss me if he did."
"Lynn, you've been very direct with me. Now I have to be very direct
with you. Is it because I'm just a man that you're asking me to kiss you,
or are you asking ME to kiss you? ME, not just any man?"
"Tommy, you promised that you could keep a secret, so I'm going to tell
you the truth. I fell in love with you the first day I saw you, but since
I married Greg, I knew that it could never be. He's my husband, and until
he isn't, I'm going to stay loyal to him."
"Then, why are you asking me to kiss you? Ah ha! Gotcha!"
"Because, a kiss isn't going to change how I feel about you OR Greg. I
know I'm still his wife, and when he comes home, I'll be there for him. My
wanting to kiss you has nothing to do with my loving Greg. A kiss is just
something that two people do when they want to share a small part of their
body and soul, not something that makes babies and stuff like that."
"Aparently, you've never kissed a Latino before. As far as I am aware,
kisses DO make babies, just not right away."
"You promised you could control yourself, Tommy."
"I did, and I can. I just want you to be very sure that if I kiss you,
I'm not going to kiss you like I kiss my grandma. I'm going to really
enjoy kissing YOU! Not just some gorgeous blonde sitting on my lap in
nothing more that a towel, making me think naughty thoughts and giving me a
rock hard woody that could bend steel."
She smiled and seemed a little surprised at my candor.
"Are you surprised that I feel this way with you sitting on my lap?"
"Of course not! I'm not just some ditsy blonde, buster. I know
perfectly well what my wearing this towel does to the male body. If I
weren't attracted to you, I would have put my street clothes on a long time
ago."
I reached over to the clip directly in front of her left breast holding
her towel closed and removed it. She looked down at my hand the whole
time, and then up at my face as the towel gently opened and fell to her
waist. Her body was incredibly smooth and looked as soft as silk. I just
had to see her once more before I kissed her, as I knew I would have to
eventually.
"Like what you see?"
"Lynn, I've enjoyed looking at your body, with or without clothes. Just
more now that you're not wearing any."
At that, I leaned forward and gently started kissing her. We started
slowly enough, tentatively at first, trying to see just how much we both
needed it.
We both needed it A LOT! I never touched her body, but wanted to REALLY
BADLY. Our first kiss lasted about twenty five minutes, non-stop. She was
an excellent kisser, not rough or brazen. Just delicate and passionate.
After our lips parted the first time, our eyes met and I asked her if it
was what she expected.
"More. Much more! I was hoping you would accidently forget I was
married and put your hands all over me."
"Are you disappointed or mad that I didn't?"
"Yes and no. I know that we shouldn't, and that we would regret it
later. But I was still hoping you would try a little since, after all, you
did unfasten my towel."
"I have to admit that it took all my strength and resolve to keep my
hands off your body, but I needed to see your fantastic body up close just
once."
"I'm so glad you said that. I needed to hear you say that I have a nice
body. Greg has forgotten how to be romantic, and it really hurts me to be
ignored, now more than ever."
"Lynn, if you weren't married, we wouldn't be talking right now. I'd be
taking care of your body in every way I could."
I waited for a minute before I said anything else. I could feel my
resolve slipping and I didn't want to ruin any chance of keeping them as
neighbors.
"Would you sleep in my arms tonight, Lynn. Just as you are, right here
on my lap. I promise I'll behave."
"I kinda wish you would MISbehave, just a little."
"Come here little sister. Close your eyes and go to sleep."
Within ten minutes, she fell asleep. I fell asleep a few minutes later.
Morning came all too soon. She was still in my arms, naked as the day
she was born and so beautiful. Her eyes opened, she smiled and stretched
her arms over her head, arched her back and partially exposed her smooth,
full punany to me, my eyes transfixed for what seemed like hours to her
delectible snatch.
"Sleep good, Sissy?"
"Mmmmmm. Like I haven't slept in such a long time. I had wonderful
dreams of you making love to me and having your way with my body. Once or
twice, I thought it was real, but it was just a dream. I guess that's the
way it's going to have to stay, at least until Greg decides to leave me."
"Why would he want to leave you?"
"He really needs to have a baby. It has something to do with his
family. They have this real hangup about every sibling having at least two
children. It must be some kind of contest, or family pact or something
like that. If I can't give him a baby soon, he'll probably divorce me and
get married again."
A tear started to roll down her cheek as she finished those words. I
reached over and kissed it from her cheek as if I had done that for years.
I surprised both of us, me more than Lynn.
"That was sweet, big brother. I guess you really do want to take care
of me after all."
"I'll do just about anything, Sissy."
She knew I meant it.
"Okay, how about letting me up so I can go pee and take care of my
animal?"
"I didn't know you had a pet, Tommy?"
"No, Sissy. Not a pet, my ANIMAL. The one you've been sitting on all
night. I needed to take care of it since yesterday afternoon when I first
saw you naked. It hasn't been easy keeping it caged up, but now it needs
to be let out so it can roam for at least a few minutes. Then, I need a
swim to cool it off. You up to a swim before breakfast?"
"I'd love to."
She got up, stretched right in front of me as she did before, arching
her back, leaning away from me and exposing that smooth, puffy little
punany to my unblocked view. She was torturing me and she knew it. I
tried to justify it as a form of teasing, maybe testing. But I maintained
my decorum and just stared.
After taming my animal, I got back into my swim trunks and met her,
already in the pool doing laps. The morning sun made her look like a
child. I almost lost any sense of decency when I saw her swim slowly, back
and forth in front of me.
"Get in here you big perv" she said as she splashed some water in my
direction. I desperately needed to cool off and jumped in.
The rest of her stay was wonderful. We talked, swam, held each other
and talked more. I never realized how much I needed someone like Lynn
around. It was getting pretty spooky.
By the time Greg returned, Lynn and I felt as though we had been brother
and sister for our whole lives. We knew each other's secrets, passions,
desires and dreams. I really felt bad when she went home to get ready for
his return.
They went to Mexico for the vacation he promised her. Gone three weeks.
It sure was quiet around the house without her. It always seemed strange
for white people to go where 'I' came from, and all my relatives tried
their best to come here. Wierd!
After they got back, they showed me all of their pictures, told me about
their adventures and then Lynn secretly handed me a little box. She asked
me not to open it until after they left.
Once the door was closed and they were on they way back to the house, I
opened my little gift. It was a golden locket in the shape of a heart. I
popped it open and read her handwritten note inside:
"He has my body, but you have my heart."
I felt a lump jump to my throat and a tear roll down my cheek. What a
precious gift. I suppose Greg didn't know about it, and I didn't plan to
share it with him, either.
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A couple of years went by. We all seemed to be growing together. Greg
had achieved a very prestigious position in his company and finally started
to take care of business at home. Lynn was very happy, and she never
mentioned anything more about our kiss that one night a few years before.
Finally, the good news came. She was pregnant again! This time she was
a lot more reluctant to celebrate too early, and was worried during her
whole pregnancy.
Everything went as planned. They even allowed me to be present during
childbirth, since I had seen her so many times before in her birthday suit.
Shelley was born with all fingers and toes intact, and was such a beautiful
baby. Healthy, chubby and just as blonde as Lynn. Everyone was so
relieved when she was born in good health. Lynn was so radiant that day, I
cried.
The next day, I went to my lawyer's office and created a trust fund for
Shelley and brought the papers to Lynn and Greg late that afternoon. They
were speechless. When the words finally came, Lynn asked why I would do
such a thing.
"Consider it a birthday present for Shelley from her Uncle Tommy.
She'll have an opportunity that I never had, to go to college and become
the next nobel laureate." Lynn cried, Greg thanked me profusely and I
beamed. "There's just one thing." Their faces dropped. "I expect to get a
chance to take care of her the next time you two go out and celebrate your
good fortune."
"Birthday presents and a babysitter too? Too good to be true, huh
Greg?"
"I'm really glad we moved in next door to you, Tommy. I'm sorry I ever
doubted your sincerity and your decency. Please accept my apology."
I could tell he meant it, and let it go.
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Six months went by before they asked me to watch Shelley while they went
out for a night on the town. I was thrilled!
While she was in my arms I felt a sense of completeness, one that I'd
never felt before.
During one of our 'diaper' sessions, I suddenly realized that I was
looking at her tiny cunny with more than casual interest. As I cleaned her
up, I couldn't help but caress that soft skin, those little fat lips, her
smooth bum. Soon my fingers were exploring her little slit, trying to
answer a life-long question that I had about babies: Did little girls have
a clit when they were born, or did they develop one as they grew?
It was absolutely divine! I couldn't keep my hands and fingers out of
her crotch. I must have spent half the evening 'cleaning' her. I would
hold her up on the counter, just staring at her tiny twat, and then I would
sit her down, spread her legs and twiddle her little punany with the tips
of my fingers. She really started to enjoy my naught little game and would
giggle and smile whenever I reached down and tickled her pussy. I even
laid her down a couple of times and licked and sucked on her labia,
occassionally sticking my tongue as far as I could in her baby vagina. I
played with her like this for hours, her little face lighting up with a big
gummy grin everytime I tickled, kissed, licked or sucked on her pud.
All I thought about while she was there was different ways to look at
and touch her little cunny. I must have tickled, probed, licked, sucked
and stared at her delicious honey-pot in every conceivable direction, never
trying to force my way through her tiny vaginal entrance. Don't get me
wrong, with this little baby in front of me, I really wanted to try a lot
of other things that popped into my sick little mind.
When Lynn and Greg got home, they looked at me with a sort of odd stare.
"You look like you've had too much fun, Tommy." Lynn said as she accepted
Shelley from my arms.
"Well, if you must know. I've always wanted a little girl of my own.
It's been a real blast with her here in my house. We really had a good
time."
"Well, then. It looks like you've got diaper duty as often as you can
stand it! I'm already getting kind of sick of the smell and was wishing
that someone else could change her and keep her clean." Lynn responded.
"If you're really up to it, we can set up a schedule for you to come over,
or for me to bring her to you. Is that okay with you?"
"Absolutely! It'll also give you a chance to catch up on your sleep if
you want to take an afternoon nap, or want to go swimming or sun yourself."
"Oh, you angel! I haven't been swimming in weeks and it's starting to
show. My hips are starting to get as wide as a city bus."
Not to me they weren't!
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The next few years went along just like that. I loved my time with
Shelley. Lynn loved for me to care for her while she went shopping, to the
salon, whatever.
Shelley got used to my affection for her, but I tried to keep it
somewhat low key, since I didn't want her to accidentally spill the beans
about my always being in her diapers and eventually in her panties. I
really didn't have anything to worry about, since I would undress, bathe
and then dress her with Lynn and Greg either in the same room or the next
one, or even if they weren't present. It couldn't be more normal for me to
attend to her just like a surrogate father.
The only diversion that I would allow myself is to ask Shelley to pose
and model for me, most of the time in either just her panties or nothing at
all. I would turn on some music and she would wiggle and turn and bend.
She was absolutely so intoxicating as she moved and showed off her curvy
form. Every once in a while, she would get up on the couch where I was
sitting and dance and model right next to me or on top of my lap. A few
times, I hoped that she were wearing a little garter belt, and that I had a
fist full of one dollar bills. She would put her hands on my shoulders and
would either put her feet between my legs, or would spread her legs way out
on either side of mine and shake and shimmy and push her body into my face.
She knew that I loved to watch and touch her, and she never resisted any of
my curious explorations. She would just close her eyes and keep moving
side to side or backward and forward, never interrupting my hands or
fingers' wanderings. A number of times, she would turn around with her
back to me and wiggle her bum mere millimeters from my nose. She knew how
much I loved to squeeze and caress her ass, and would let me do it for
hours if I wanted to.
On more than one occassion, she bent straight over with her bum in my
face and pushed back toward me, forcing my nose right between her cheeks
and my lips against her vulva. It felt like Heaven on Earth. I couldn't
resist sticking my tongue out and licking her over and over. She really
liked it and pretended not to notice how much I was enjoying her cute
little game.
A few times, Shelley asked me to tickle her with my fingers like I used
to when she was a baby, on her pussy. I tried my best to make a game of
it, so she wouldn't think it was something nasty or naughty. She even
asked me a couple of times to tickle her in front of Lynn, so I made a big
deal about it and started tickling her all over, including her little panty
covered cunny with an occasional grope. I even got Lynn involved, acting
like I was some kind of carnivour looking for something to 'eat'.
One afternoon, when Shelley asked to be tickled down there a bit louder
than normal, Lynn turned to me and said "Uncle Tommy likes to diddle little
Shelley, doesn't he? What a naughty little boy he is. I guess he really
likes his little playmate, doesn't he?"
Hoping to deflect any suspicion, I figured the best course of action was
to play the guilty party and admit everything.
"Oh, YES! Uncle Tommy has been a naughty boy ever since Shelley was a
little baby. Couldn't you tell how much I liked to change her diapers and
give her a bath? I just love touching and tickling little Shelley's punany
all the time!"
A wry smile formed on Lynn's face as she replied "Well, well, well! I'm
not sure if I should spank naughty Uncle Tommy or throw him to the floor
and have my way with him. Either way, I think Uncle Tommy would like it,
wouldn't he? Would you like to help me, Shelley?"
At that, they both started tickling me and rolling around on the floor
on top of me. It was exquisite! An errant hand found it's way to my
crotch and happen to 'accidentally' squeeze me. Of course, I managed to
find both Shelley's and Lynn's unprotected panties everytime. It was
turning out to be an everyday occurance for us to have these little tickle
fights while Greg was at work. Neither of my little girls seemed to mind
if my hands found their way between their beautiful and soft thighs,
touching and rubbing along their soft cunnies for minutes at a time.
One afternoon, I finally got up the nerve to ask Lynn about her
suspicions.
"Lynn, are you concerned that I might be taking advantage of Shelley,
bathing and dressing and undressing her? I remembered what you said the
other day, and I wasn't sure if you were serious."
"I've known that you liked to diddle with her cunny ever since you
started changing her diapers."
"Doesn't it bother you that I have been touching her like that ever
since she was a baby?"
"Of course not! I know you'd never hurt her or try to poke her. I
really DO trust you, big brother. You can do almost anything you want with
her, as long as you don't hurt her. Now if you really want the truth, I've
been jealous of Shelley ever since you started changing her didees. She
gets to be the one that is the recipient of all your caresses and
explorations, and I still haven't been on the receiving end yet. I keep
hoping that you'll accidentally slip your hand INTO my undies, just like
you do Shelley's and not just rub me on the outside when we play our tickle
game."
"You mean, like this?"
I reached over to her crossed legs and gently spread them apart. She
sat there, stunned. Once I was certain she wouldn't resist or be offended,
I reached up inside her skirt, gently pulled her panties down and lightly
tickled her like I would Shelley, starting at the top of her mound and
slowly working my way down along her slit until I found her soaking wet
vagina with my fingers. She just sat there, eyes closed, mouth slightly
open, breathing heavily, her heart pounding. I kept tickling and fingering
her pussy for about twenty minutes, making sure that she had at least three
orgasms before I pulled her panties back on. After what seemed like hours,
I finally asked her,
"Was that okay?"
"Um-hmmmm!"
"You're not mad I did that?"
"No way!"
"I'm surprised that you're not absolutely fuming about my diddling
Shelley's or your yonni. I would have expected you to fly off the handle
and reach for the nearest sharp object."
"Tommy, if I can't have your body, and that's all I'm allowed to have of
your fingers and hands, at least Shelley can enjoy being with you. I'm
willing to take comfort knowing that you're taking care of her needs like
my daddy used to take care of mine."
The baths and clothes changing continued almost on a daily basis for
years. Shelley especially liked for me to put her swimsuit on her, because
I liked to help her move the fabric into all the right places. It was
particularly fun when she would get out of the pool and the elastic between
her legs would 'accidentally' find it's way out of place on her little
cunny. It would take me almost five minutes to straighten the material, as
I gently pushed my fingers between the fabric and her labia and moved my
hand back and forth until it was back in place. At least a few times each
swimming session, she would intentionally pull her swimsuit out of place
just so I could straighten it for her, her face betraying her everytime.
Lynn would watch with her eyes transfixed on my fingers as I slowly
touched and caressed Shelley's petite love box, my fingers sliding between
her labia lips more than once a day.
Shelley started to go swimming nude after she saw Lynn do the same, but
realized that we couldn't play our little swimsuit game anymore, so she
started wearing it a week or so after she took it off.
I wasn't sure which I preferred, seeing her naked or playing with her
cunny.
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Shelley was six and a half when I noticed something strange about her
body and the way she was really sensitive when I touched her tender puss.
Her little cunny seemed to be red and puffy all the time between her labia
lips, and it didn't look quite right. Once, it looked like she had been
bruised right around her vagina, so I immediately called it to Lynn's
attention. Since I had been her diddling Shelley's cunny for so many
years, it wasn't surprising to Lynn that I would notice something like
this. I'm just glad she didn't suspect me of trying to poke her with my own
woody.
Lynn was as surprised as I was, and started to get a little worried that
maybe someone at her school had tried to rape her, or force her to stick
something in her vagina that obviously wouldn't fit. We tried our best to
act calm and said nothing to Shelley at the time.
We both decided to talk to her at different times and press her for the
truth about her yonni being attacked.
When Lynn tried asking questions, Shelley started crying uncontrollably
and the questions soon abated. Now Lynn was horrified. What was she going
to do? Who would she ask about this? If the wrong person finds out about
this they might take Shelley away, assuming that Lynn wasn't a fit mother.
Her mind was flooded with all sorts of horrible ideas.
It was my turn. I thought it would be best to bring it up when she was
in my pool, and she was trying to get me to 'fix' her swimsuit like I
always did. After I 'straightened' her swimsuit a couple of times, and
gently tickled her labia with my fingers, I asked a few well placed
questions. She started to tell her 'secret' to me without hesistation.
"He told me that if I told anyone about poking me, he would take my toys
away from me, and then take me away from my Mommy and you, and he would
spank me until my butt was all black and blue. He said he would make me
stay inside a box in the dirt and feed me worms and stuff like that."
"What kind of stuff does he make you do? Does he just touch you down
here?"
"No. He makes me lick and suck his peepee until it spits white jelly
all over my face and in my mouth. I hate it when he does that, 'cause it
doesn't taste good at all. Then he sticks things in my cunny and in my
bummy and it hurts when he does it. He even turns me upside down when he
tries to poke me and it makes my head hurt."
She couldn't stand it any longer and started bawling and sobbing. I
held her to my chest and tried to calm her broken spirit as I reassured her
that it would never happen again. All she had to do was to tell me who
'he' was, and he would never do it again.
"Promise?"
"I promise with all my heart, babydoll. As soon as you tell me who it
is, I will protect you like a lion."
She loved lions, so this was added incentive for her to betray her
abuser.
In an almost imperceptable voice, she looked at her hands and finally
told me.
"It's my Daddy!"
"Are you sure, babydoll? Did you say it's your Daddy?"
"You promised that you would protect me! You promised!"
"I did, sweetheart, and I meant it. Every word. Now I need to tell you
something, okay?"
"Okay."
"This is not going to be easy, but you're going to have to do something
to make sure he stops. It's very important that you tell your Mommy what
you told me. Then, you and your Mommy and I will go to the policemen and
tell them how your Daddy has been hurting you, and they will also want to
help you like I do, okay?"
"Will they make him stop?"
"Yes, they will sweetheart. He won't ever do it again."
I called Lynn and had her join Shelley and me at the pool. I thought it
would be best if she pretended to want to come over to swim since it was
something that Shelley really felt safe doing with both of us.
Lynn arrived, got in the pool and acted quite normal. I would have
nominated her for an Oscar she did such a good job.
I finally got Shelley to come sit on my lap and Lynn to sit in front of
my legs. She realized that she was going to have to tell the 'secret'
about her Daddy and started crying again. I reassured her that her Mommy
wasn't going to be mad. She just wanted what I wanted, for Shelley to be
safe and sound. We both wanted her to be happy and not be scared.
She told me again what has been happening to her, and Lynn's face turned
ashen. I thought she was going to faint. Once Shelley finished telling me
again, Lynn was about to start crying and yelling, but I motioned for her
to stay quiet and calm for Shelley's sake. Again, her composure was
monumental.
"Shelley, would you like to go play in my pool with my raft for a few
minutes, please?"
"Sure, Uncle Tommy."
She jumped up off my lap and into the pool as if nothing happened, just
as I had hoped. When she was out of listening range, I finally started to
talk to Lynn.
"We can't traumatize her, Lynn. Any outburst would start her crying
again and she might not want to hurt her Daddy by telling his 'secret'."
"But GREG! I know he's her father and he's supposed to love her and
stuff. But, what the Hell is he thinking? He can't stuff his woody up
insidere her like that, she's so SMALL. At least my daddy waited until I
was fourteen before we made love for the first time, and I was READY for it
by then. My gosh! What the Hell is going through that Bastard's mind? I
want to KILL him!"
"LYNN! STOP! We need to get in touch with the authorities about this,
but we need to protect Shelley as much as possible, okay?"
"Why couldn't YOU have been her Daddy? You love her so much and you've
never hurt her once. She trusts you so much and loves you like a Daddy."
"Lynn. Stop for a minute. Look at me. I will help both you and
Shelley get through this, but it's not going to be easy. There are going
to be a lot of difficult questions, and some are going to be directed to
both you and me."
"What? Why me and you?"
"They might try to make you out to be an unfit mother and try to take
her away from you. They will definitely pin a 'pedophile' tag on me, since
I have touched her little cunny from the time she was a little baby. I
guess I should be looking forward to some jail time real soon. Before they
take me away from you two, I'll set you up with a nice bank account and you
won't have to worry about how to make ends meet, I promise. I'll clean
everything out before they come get me so you will want for nothing."
"NO, TOMMY! Don't say that. Don't even THINK it. You've been a better
father to my Shelley and been a better soulmate to me than Greg has ever
been. I'll NEVER let them take you away!"
"Lynn, when they start asking Shelley questions, she's going to
eventually tell them about my giving her baths and dressing and undressing
her, and how I like to tickle her cunny and straighten her swimsuit. It's
all going to come out, I promise."
"But you haven't hurt her at all."
"That doesn't matter, Lynn. Once I touched her, I crossed the line and
there's no sympathy for that. Our court system loves to prosecute
pedophiles and make a public spectacle of them. It makes for good politics
and gets people re-elected. It also makes good news. You've seen the
stories on TV and in the paper. Those vultures just eat it up. I'm sorry,
Lynn. They WILL find out and I WILL go to jail, probably in the cell next
to Greg."
Her mind was running at the speed of light as she retraced our
conversation from beginning to end, then spoke.
"Well, then I'll tell Shelley not to say anything about you. That way,
they'll never find out and Shelley and I won't lose you."
"Are you going to ask Shelley to keep ANOTHER 'secret'?"
"Oh, God. This is horrible. I'm trapped! I can't lose you, Tommy.
You're all we have! You're the only person that I can trust. I know that
you've been touching and playing with her little cunny for years, but it's
not the same. I can trust you to keep your fingers and hands on the
OUTSIDE of her cunny, not try to poke every hole she has. My God, Greg.
Why?"
"I'm flattered that you would willingly let me diddle Shelley's cunny
all this time, Lynn. But, now it's time to pay for what I've been doing."
"Oh, Tommy you are the ONLY one I really love. I know this isn't the
right time to tell you that, but it's true. I've loved you for years."
"I sure hate hearing that on the last day I'm going to see you and
Shelley. I've always loved you too, Lynn. And I feel blessed that I have
been able to share so much with you and Shelley. I never thought I could
be happier. We need to make some phone calls now, Lynn. Let's go inside
and get the numbers."
"WAIT! Let me talk to Greg first. Maybe the sick little fucker will
realize the pickle he's in and will grant me a divorce and assign custody
of Shelley completely to me. That way, he'll be gone, I get to keep
Shelley and you and we can start our relationship out right, like I wanted
to when I sat on your lap naked that first time before Shelley was born."
"He might not like being cornered, Lynn. You don't know what he might
do if he feels threatened. He might try to save his sick little hide and
try to make his problems 'go away'. You never know."
"My gosh! I never thought of it like that. What am I going to do? Oh,
God. I'm so scared!"
"Lynn. First, get a grip. We WILL get you and Shelley through this, I
promise."
"But I don't want to lose you in the process, Tommy."
"I tell you what. Let's get Shelley out of the pool and try to get her
to take a nap. Then, we can think this thing out logically. How about
it?"
"God, I love you Tommy! I don't know what I'd ever do without you." She
wrapped her arms around me and practically squeezed the life out of me,
pressing her nude body into me. Even though it would have been quite the
wrong time to do it, I really wanted to touch and diddle her puffy quim
right now.
We all went inside my house, put Shelley down for her nap and started to
work out the details of each circumstance that came to our minds.
Finally, it hit us! When Greg was on one of his business trips, I would
take Lynn and Shelley to an unknown destination where Greg couldn't find us
and Lynn would call him during one of his customer conferences and hit him
with both barrels. That would give the girls time to pack some things
without him knowing, and he couldn't try to take revenge on Lynn, Shelley
or me. Our ace in the hole would be a telephone call to the cops and his
boss. There would be no way for him to refuse, and no way for him to hurt
Shelley anymore.
Until he left on his next trip, I kept Shelley at my house so she could
'camp out' and have some time away from the creep. Lynn made sure I had
everything I needed to keep Shelley well stocked with games, toys, clothes
and food. Shelley thought it was the neatest thing to be able to 'camp
out' at my house for a few days. We even resumed some of our 'fun' games,
my mouth landing on top of her pudendum more than once each night. She
started having nice orgasms after she felt protected away from her dad, and
even started to give me some wonderful blowjobs. We '69'ed almost every
night around two or three in the morning, lasting until the sun came up.
She had grown so accustomed to all of my gentle physical desires, she began
to flirt with me mercilessly until I would push my hands into her panties
and along the front of her clitty. Our relationship actually improved as a
result of her experience with her dad.
Greg left on his next business trip on a Monday morning looking somewhat
angry and very frustrated. Apparently, he had gotten used to fucking
Shelley and abusing her tender body so much that he was having withdrawals.
Once he was down the street, we immediately put our plan into action. I
rented a car from across town, packed up all our stuff and we hit the road.
We didn't stop until I was about 800 miles away. We found a cottage in a
little dirtwater town in the mountains, and put stage two into effect.
I hooked up the recorder to the phone and Lynn called Greg. Her timing
couldn't have been better. Greg's boss was at the conference table with
Greg, the customer and all of the customer's lawyers. It hit him like a
ton of bricks. He tried to deflect the call, and wanted to know what
number to call when the meeting was over, but Lynn did as I told her and
said that she would call back in thirty minutes. Enough time for him to
think about the jail cell that he would be sitting in for the rest of his
miserable little life, provided his cell-mate didn't turn him into HIS own
little sex toy.
The thirty minutes seemed like hours, but we waited EXACTLY thirty
minutes and called back. This time, Greg was alone in one of the
customer's offices, trying desperately to worm his way out of this
predicament.
"Why can't we just work this out, baby? We don't need to get anyone
else involved." he pleaded.
"Because, you little weasel, you hurt our little girl, my baby, with
your sick little games and your perverted and disgusting sexual needs. Why
couldn't you 'work it out' with ME before you started poking my baby?" She
was already in tears, reliving what she imagined he did to Shelley. "You
have only one choice, dick-head. I want a divorce, I want you to
completely reliquish custody of Shelley and I want you to put a shit-pot
full of money in a trust fund for my baby and me. You can afford it now
that you're at the top. Or you could take your chances with the cops. I
hear they really like child molesters in jail. You'll get to find out just
what it feels like to have something rammed up your butt by someone bigger
than you."
The description was so vivid that I think the message sunk in.
"Okay, okay, okay. Whatever you want! Just no cops, please. Let me
call my lawyer and see what I can do."
"No need to worry about that, sweetheart. I've already talked to him
and he told me that your position is so weak that he's going to recommend
that you get another lawyer after he's done with this deal."
"YOU WHAT? YOU BITCH! You money grubbing, greedy little gold-digger!
You fucking amaze me. I thought you were just interested in Shelley's
welfair, but all you want is my godamm money. I should've known. I'll bet
'Uncle Tommy' is going to be right there with you trying to bleed my dry,
too."
"Well, if you must know. Tom is here, but he isn't interested in your
precious money. Haven't you ever wondered why he never went to work
everyday like you do?"
"Nope. I figured it was because he retired from selling dope or coke or
something like that."
"Actually, DEAR, he retired two years before we moved in when he sold
some patents that he filed, for tens of millions of dollars. He never has
to work another day in his life. Any money that you provide will be going
directly into a trust for my baby's future, including some counseling to
help her try to recover from what you did to her brain, you sick bastard!
So, what do you say Greg-honey? Which will it be? Divorce or jail? I'll
give you exactly thirty seconds to decide. You won't be getting any better
offers, I can assure you!"
Over the phone, we could hear him start sobbing, sounding like a little
boy that just got caught with his hand in the cookie jar. Then, the sound
of the phone hitting the table, a window crashing, glass flying everywhere,
and women screaming.
During the next few minutes, we could hear people gasping "Oh my God!
What did he just do?" After a couple more minutes, someone in the office
hung the phone up. We finally got a clear mental picture of what probably
just happened. Greg must have broken the window and jumped out.
Lynn started crying and screaming. She was shocked and saddened that
Greg would do such a thing when she gave him a very convenient way out.
Shelley didn't understand quite what was going on, but she knew that her
Mommy was very sad, and it had something to do with Daddy.
After we gathered our thoughts and tried to come to grips with what must
have just happened to Greg, we went for a walk in the mountain air to clear
our heads.
"I don't believe he would do such a thing!" Lynn said. "Why couldn't he
just take my offer? I wasn't going to go to the cops unless he tried to
hurt my baby or me. I was fair, wasn't I Tommy?"
"You were more than fair, Lynn. You gave him an opportunity to live out
his life with a measure of dignity that most wives probably wouldn't have.
Some guys just can't handle extreme pressure very well and tend to react
impulsively."
"But, he didn't have to do THAT! Why did he do it, Tommy?"
"I'm sorry, Lynn. I don't know. I'm also sorry I let you talk me into
doing it this way. I've put you and Shelley in an awful position. I
should have just called the cops and done my time. That way, maybe Greg
wouldn't have . . ."
We walked around the lodge for three hours trying to come to grips with
what we knew happened. It seemed to get easier as the evening wore on, and
we remembered what had been happening to Shelley at the hands of her
father.
I couldn't look at my little playmate the same way anymore. Everytime
she wanted me to tickle her cunny or wanted me to help her straighten her
swimsuit, I would think of Greg, him sobbing into the phone and the glass
breaking.
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Greg's boss and his customer thought that THEY were the cause of Greg's
actions, and in an attempt to make it up to Lynn and Shelley, they set up a
trust fund for each of them to draw from for the rest of their lives.
We were both shocked, but it felt right. They were paying for taking
Greg away from Lynn and Shelley.
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It's been years since Greg took his own life.
Lynn and I got married and moved to a small town in the mountains about
twelve hundred miles from where it all started. We lived in a large, one
room cottage nestled under tall pines and hemlocks off grid, and visited
town only about once a month.
We had our first child a year after we got married. She's a beautiful
little girl. We named her Hope.
Shelley has adjusted wonderfully to her new Daddy, and has only fond
memories of her first Daddy. The counseling has helped her to forget all
of her childhood pain, and why her first Daddy went away. She still liked
for me to tickle her little cunny and slept with Lynn, Hope and me almost
every night.
She took on more of her Mommy's liberal attitude about clothes and
frequently spent all day outside without anything on. She is so utterly
beautiful. It blew my mind to think how much we all loved each other.
Within five years, Lynn and I had two more girls. We stopped there.
The six of us usually spent most of the summer months running around naked,
swimming in our private lake, camping along the shore on nice evenings and
keeping each other toasty warm on cool ones.
Lynn loved for me to make love to her in the open, with nothing to hide
from any of our girls. She also still liked for me to play with each of
her girls cunnies using my hands, fingers, tongue, whatever they wanted.
They knew that the way we lived was not the way most OTHER people lived and
had no hangups about sharing their bodies with Lynn and me. We often had
little 'lovefests', where we all sat in our outdoor redwood hot-tub and
touched and kissed and made love to each other, over and over and over.
Each of my girls had an opportunity to spend at least one full day a
month with me alone, so we could share special moments together and explore
each other in every way imaginable. It brought us so much closer together
that we often would go weeks without seeing anybody else outside our close
knit family.
Each of our girls is brilliant beyond grades, as we have provided them
the best possible home schooling that we could find. One spring, when they
were tested by the district education coordinator, they tested three levels
higher than anyone else in their age group in the surrounding thirteen
counties. Smart girls!
The girls learned what was right and wrong. They knew that most people
would never approve of how we lived and they knew not to talk about their
lifestyles and our relaxed atmosphere about clothes and sex.
Lynn wanted Shelley to be the first one to have a baby, and she did.
Another beautiful baby girl. Hope followed five years later with another
baby girl. Vicky and Lisa after that, each a little girl.
I am surrounded by little pink cunnies all the time and am happy to
service any and all of them at their slightest calling.
I have no regrets or shame about our lifestyle. All of my girls are
decent, loving women that know what true love is and experience it
everyday, both in their action and in their hearts.
The ten of us have been living in our new mansion, just up the road from
our original cottage. We often use the cottage as our retreat, when one or
more of us want to get away from the rest of the crowd and just spend some
quality time with one or two other family members. Every once in a while,
I'll go there by myself and just meditate under the trees for a few hours,
until I'm soon joined by one of my girls, then another, then another until
eventually we're all together again under the trees, holding, kissing,
touching and loving one another.
Lynn and I will sit for hours, caressing each other, touching and
exploring each other much as we wanted to when we spent that first night
together on my couch.
None of my girls want for anything, my investments keeping them in high
cotton all the time, and will always provide for their needs long after
they plant me in the Earth under a tall pine tree close to the lake.
Even though they could each take their share of their inheritance and
strike out on their own at any time, they choose to stay with Lynn and me.
They watch their own girls grow up, and Lynn and me grow older.
I have no fear of dying, having fulfilled so many of my dreams and
fantasies. Each of my girls still likes to 'take care of Uncle Tommy',
even though I am now old and gray.
Lynn and I have made a pact to go out of this world in each other's
arms, our skin joined deep at our hips in one last show of our love for
each other.
To most people, seeing an elderly couple fuck wildly is something that
might bring a sense of disgust or even revulsion. To all my girls, it's an
open invitation to express their own sexuality with themselves, their girls
and each other. When they get really frustrated, they interrupt Lynn and
me and 'force' me to make love to them while I touch, lick and fondle as
many of my girls as I can. Lynn began touching and playing with little
cunnies soon after we got married, enjoying their soft bodies almost as
much as I do. She loves them so much that she can't bear to see any of
them the least little anxious or sexually frustrated, and invites them to
take care of 'Uncle Tommy' whenever they want to, right in front of Lynn or
any of my other girls.
The year before I died, I had successfully impregnated each of my girls
one last time. The same day that Lynn and I stopped breathing and our
hearts quit beating, two of their children were born, one boy and one girl.
They were named Lynn and Tommy.
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My next recollections were of my mother, aunts and cousins playing with
me naked on a big bed, sucking my little wanker into their mouths and
pushing their soft fingers in my ass. When I started having erections,
they took turns pulling my little willy into their soft, hot slits and
sharing me until each of them was satisfied enough to shift me to yet
another naked pussy.
My cousin Lynn and I have been sleeping together since we were born, and
more than once I went to sleep with my stiff little woody planted right
between her thighs. With a little help from my mom or one of the other
ladies, I learned how to go to sleep with it inside her deliciously tight
vagina and keep it there long enough for Lynn to enjoy herself. We learned
all about sex from my mother and the other women that shared our house,
some of whom invited themselves to join us after we were born.
By the time I went through puberty and started growing pubic hair, I was
expected to service each of the ladies every day, emptying my tight little
balls into each of them at least once before they would let me rest. My
cousin Lynn and I still sleep together naked, touching, kissing and fucking
all night. Her titties have grown just enough so they stick out and jiggle
nicely when she walks naked around the house. She's so proud of them that
she'll even tease her mother and aunts and coax them to tickle her nipples
and even suck on them while she sits on my lap, my dick pushing inside her
vagina. It isn't unusual for me to be making love to one of my cousins or
aunts while I'm touching and kissing another one or two.
I love to hear about 'Uncle Tommy', my namesake. When they tell me
stories about him, I get a sense of familiarity and an unusual sense of
recollection. I even seem to remember details about certain events that
happened to him, reluctant to share what's going through my mind and heart.
It wasn't until I was laying in bed making love with Lynn on the night
of our sixteenth birthday that it happened. My dick was pushed all the way
inside her vagina and was pressing against her cervix that we both
experienced something that would change our lives forever. We both
climaxed into each other quietly, our hips bucking together and our
hormones raging as our minds tried to comprehend what was happening. We
could barely contain two life times worth of memories as my seed spewed
into her womb, our orgasm lasting far longer than we had ever before. When
our eyes finally met and our thrusts slowed to a gentle humping, our mouths
opened and we spoke at the same instant.
"Tommy?" -- "Lynn?"
"Is it really you?"
"I don't believe it, but I remember EVERYTHING that happened before!"
"You TOO? I thought it was just because you pushed your baby juice
right into my womb that it felt different. Now I seem to remember stuff
that never happened to us before."
"I know this sounds weird, but I want to ask you about something. I'm
gonna start to describe something and I want you to finish."
I looked at Lynn and pushed up into her as I lifted her up and sat her
up on top of my hips, rubbing her perfect titties and playing with her
nipples.
"You're sitting on my lap with a towel around you and nothing else . . .
"
" . . . on your couch when Greg had gone on one of his business trips.
I had just had a bad experience and needed to feel like a woman again . . .
"
" . . . because you just had a miscarriage and lost your first baby, a
boy."
"Shelley and I used to play tickle games with you on the floor of your
livingroom . . . "
" . . . and I would touch and fondle BOTH of you on and IN your panties
if I could get away with it. Once you found out about me liking to touch
and play with her cunny . . . "
" . . . I told you that you could do it as often as you wanted, as long
as you didn't hurt her."
It was so uncanny for us to finish each others' sentences. We knew
right then that we had been granted another opportunity to share each
others' lives once again. As the night slowly continued, we kept fucking
and touching each other, our minds filling with more memories and feelings
from our previous existance.
By the time my mother and Lynn's mom came in to get us up, we were
softly crying and hugging each other, fully aware of what we had been
given. We didn't say anything at first and waited until everyone was up and
at the breakfast table. That's when I pulled Lynn with me over to where
Gramma Shelley was sitting, her white hair pulled back into a tight
ponytail and her short nightgown showing off her still beautifully soft and
tight legs.
"Gramma Shelley, remember when Uncle Tommy used to have you dance on his
lap and play with your bum and yonni when you were a little girl?"
Shelley's eyes grew as big as dinner plates while I continued.
"And remember when he used to fix your swimsuit and tickle your cunny
when you went swimming by yourself or with your mom at Uncle Tommy's
house?"
"How . . . how do you know about that? I've NEVER told anybody about
that before."
Lynn smiled and sat down on my lap, working my stiff and nicely grown
dick between her legs and into her vagina, pulling both of my hands over
her perfectly formed cones of breast meat. As I lovingly worked her
nipples to firmness and felt my dick push up into her cervix, I felt
another wonderful orgasm beginning to build in my balls as my lover took
over for me.
"Do you remember when you and your mom would tickle Uncle Tommy on the
livingroom floor and let him play with your pussies, pretending that you
didn't know he was tickling you the whole time?"
Shelley looked around the room at all the other women, each of them
beginning to form a tight circle around us as we softly fucked in front of
them. It was time for us to break the news to them and we knew just how to
show them what we were talking about.
"It's US! We're back and we've been given another chance to share our
experiences with all of you once again."
Gramma Shelley was the first to speak.
"It's not possible! IT CAN'T BE!"
Lynn and I fucked right in front of all the other women, cumming
together with more force than we had ever experienced before.
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