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The following story is intended for ADULTS ONLY.

It contains frank and sexually explicit material.

If you do not want to read of such things, or if

it is against the laws of the area you are in, then

please do not read it.

 

 

  Grade School Grazing

                                      Chpater 8

                                             Nubile Niece

 

Bob was getting nervous.  What he was doing to his young schoolgirls would send him to prison if he was found out.  He was sitting in his big chair, weary and sated after another session with the loving fifteen year old, Janice and, sipping a drink, he thought about the events over the past year or so. 

 

Irene had been 15 and her kid sister, Lucy, 11 when they had gone to live with him.  He was their Uncle Bob because he was married to their mother’s sister, Aunt Sue.  It was only for a little while, they’d been told, just until their father got established in his new job in a distant city.  That was almost two years ago but the fiction had continued until quite recently.  Their parents were, in fact, going through a messy divorce but had kept their kids out of it.  Irene had been quite mature for her age, at least mature in some ways, and she had suspected that something wasn’t quite right.

 

There were three bedrooms in the apartment. The master bedroom where her Uncle Bob and Aunt Sue slept, the one right beside it and a small one at the end of the hall, beyond the bathroom. When they first move in that had been the spare room and then Bob decided that Irene and Lucy should have separate bedroom and gave Irene the larger room. At least, that was his stated reason. Lucy hadn't been very happy about it.

 

Bob had, at first, looked on his two nieces as the children he’d never had.  Irene was an attractive girl, somewhat flat-chested but blessed with long, shapely legs and an absolutely marvelous ass.  Apartment living was sufficiently intimate that, on occasion; he had glimpsed his niece with few or no clothes on as she went from the shower to the bedroom she shared with her sister.  After a few months he began what he believed to be a harmless though somewhat incestuous fantasy and when he serviced his buxom wife, he imagined that h was fucking his teenaged niece.  The fantasy didn’t work very well, however, because his wife, Sue, was anything but a meek, compliant young girl.

 

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The second night that Irene slept in her new bedroom something happened that would prove to have a major effect on the unworldly girl.  Irene heard the sounds through the paper-thin wall, the deep voice of her uncle and the shriller sound of her Aunt Sue's voice. Were they fighting? No. It must be something else. There was a rhythmic creaking, sometimes a metallic squeak and then a series of rapid bumps on the wall. What was it? Irene got out of bed and pressed her ear to the wall.

 

"Dammit Bob. I didn't cum.  You selfish bastard.    All you want to do is get off in me and then go to sleep."

 

"I'm sorry Sue. It's just that you're so damned exciting. But? You could get me ready again. Next time I'll make sure you cum?"

 

"You mean suck your cock?  So you can go off in my mouth like you did last time?  No way, buster!  If you don't smarten up and start to satisfy me, as well as your own selfish needs, then I'll find someone who can!"

 

At sixteen Irene was still a virgin but she had a rudimentary knowledge of sex, some of it gained from her sex-ed classes but most from her giggly classmates but the ones she knew best had little more knowledge than she.  But cum and sucking cock, Irene knew; the former because she came, often, when she masturbated; the latter because she'd heard girls say it was a way to satisfy their boyfriends and not get knocked up in the process.

 

Irene got back in bed but she couldn't sleep.  She felt sorry for her Uncle Bob.  He was such a nice man.  Aunt Sue, her mother's sister, wasn't very nice at all.  She wasn't as tall as Irene but she had a very big bust and a sluttish looking mouth, something like the 13-year-old slut, Mandy who lived in the adjoining apartment.

 

Two nights later it happened again.  "Push, dammit! Harder!"   The sounds awakened Irene and she saw, from the bedside clock, that it was two in the morning.  She went to the wall again and heard a lot of rustling and sibilant grunts that must be her aunt.  And then she noticed the closet door. Maybe she could hear more there.

 

The girl's closet was to the right of the source of the sounds and, pushing aside her clothes on the hangers, she edged close to its end wall.  The sounds were definitely much louder here.  "Yunh...Yunh...Fuck me Bob...fuck me!"   Moving closer, Irene saw the hole in the wall.

 

The hole was the size of a fist.  Naturally so, for one night long ago, Bob, enraged by his wife's ill temper, had driven his fist through it.  He'd never fixed it and Irene was not the first to view the scenes visible through it.  Little Lucy had to stand on tiptoe to see but before Irene moved into the room she had often viewed her aunt and uncle's hot and heavy sex sessions. And a few when her uncle wasn't involved.

 

Irene's eyes were already adjusted to darkness so when she peeked through the opening the light from their connecting bathroom made their bed area bright as daylight.  Her aunt, totally naked, was sitting on top of Irene's uncle, her big boobs bobbing and swaying as she rode him.

 

"Oh yeah...yeah...that's good…now if you can find an injection to make you bigger, I'll be happy."   Irene watched with a strange feeling in her belly as, for more than thirty minutes, her aunt rode Uncle Bob, pausing only when, for a part of a minute, she'd groan and wriggle in orgasm.  "Gawwd, Bob. That's the longest you ever fucked me since we first started going together. Now all I have to worry about is getting knocked up. I think you better start wearing a safe, just in case the pill doesn't work."    Then, as Irene watched, her aunt dismounted and she saw, clearly, his sex organ.

 

"C'mon, Bob. I'm going to reward you for giving me such a good fuck."   Irene's Aunt Sue got on her hands and knees, her broad ass sticking up into the air as she said, "I'll be your tight virgin, Bob. I know you like it in my ass because it's so tight. Go ahead, Bob. Fuck me there."    Irene watched unbelievingly.  Was Uncle Bob putting his penis in Aunt Sue's bottom?  Yes, he must be she concluded from the explicit comments her aunt made as Irene's uncle pumped against her.  "I'm glad you found out about that needle. God. You're still hard and I've had enough," Sue sighed as she rolled over onto her back.  "Maybe there's hope for us yet?"

 

Three weeks later it was obvious there was no hope.  Last week, when her uncle was away, Irene had heard the familiar sounds and, peeking through the hole in the wall, she'd seen her aunt lying, spread-eagled, under a stranger.  The only other thing that Irene remembered, for she'd been sickened at what her aunt was doing and worried about how hurt her uncle would be, was that the man's penis was bigger than her uncle's.  Irene had seen that when her aunt took it in her mouth.  Irene's friends, well not her friends exactly, but some of the rougher girls were always talking about how big this guy or that was, and making fun of the smaller ones.  Was Uncle Bob one of the smaller ones?  Was Aunt Sue like those awful girls, sluts, who talked about it?

 

         

 

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Two weeks later, shortly after Irene’s sixteenth birthday, Bob announced to Irene and Lucy that their Aunt Sue was going to go away for a while.  Both girls wondered about it and suspected that this might be like their own parents’ temporary move but they didn’t talk about it to each other.  They just weren’t very close.

 

Every night after her aunt went away, Irene checked through the closet hole on her uncle.  On the third or fourth night after her aunt left, she was surprised.  Shocked.   Uncle Bob was on his back, naked, with the reading light on.  He was holding up a magazine and Irene could just make out the picture of a naked girl.  She watched, her belly churning with excitement, as her uncle pumped his upthrust staff with his hand and then, when his breathing was becoming audibly loud, he grabbed a tissue from the bedside table and wrapped it around his penis.  He was doing what she, herself, did.  He was masturbating.  Feeling guilty but hugely excited, Irene rubbed her wetly swollen pussy and, when she saw her uncle's hips lift off the bed as he pushed into his hand, she came too.  It was mind-blowing.

 

The next night, as soon as she heard her uncle go to bed, Irene was back at the hole in the closet wall, peeking.  But she was disappointed, that night, for he just went to sleep.  But the next night, a Friday, was something else altogether.

 

There'd been a television and a VCR in her uncle's bedroom but it was seldom used.  This night, however, when Irene peeped through the hole, she saw that the TV was on.  Her uncle was half sitting, naked, his hand stroking his penis.  In his other hand was the VCR control and Irene realized he was watching a movie or something while he masturbated.

 

Irene tore her gaze away from the salacious sight of her uncle's upthrust organ to the images on the screen that were reflected on the mirror that covered the wall beside the bed.  A girl, she looked like a very young girl with a short skirt and pigtails, was talking to a man.  He had a white cylinder in his hand and he put it in the girl's mouth.  Then he dropped to his knees in front of her and pulled down her panties.  The girl was older than she looked because she had hair between her legs but, to Irene's shocked amazement, the man slid the white cylinder into the girl's pussy.

 

If Irene had been aroused when she'd watched her uncle masturbate while looking at pictures of naked girls, she was positively passionate, now, with the sight of the girl masturbating herself with the little stick.  Then her uncle fast-forwarded the film and then the young girl had her mouth wrapped around the man's cock.

 

Irene's fingers were busy as the girl's head bobbed up and down, the camera panning in to a close-up.  She saw her uncle reach for a tissue, as before, just as the man in the movie groaned and then the girl opened her mouth wider, backing off so the tip of the man's penis was visible.  Irene's knees began to shake and the heat in her belly became a flame as she saw the jetting, white cream spurt into the little girl's mouth.  Her uncle groaned, too, his hand moving faster, and she knew that he must be spurting into the tissue.  The last thing Irene saw before she slumped to her knees in the closet as her own orgasm made her legs give way was the girl's mouth again sucking on the man's cock and the white cream drooling thickly and stringily from the corner of her red-lipped mouth.

 

"I know what you want now, Mister. You want to fuck me, don't you?"  Irene was back on her feet and the little girl was lying naked, on her back, looking up cutely at the man standing over her.  Did Uncle Bob think about doing it to young girls?  She wasn't as young as the girl in the movie was made to appear, but had he ever thought about doing it to her, his niece?

 

Could she help him enjoy it more?  She'd heard the girl's joke that they'd only given a 'handjob'.  Maybe she could give him a handjob and he could masturbate her, too?  Irene lay in bed, her hand cupping her swollen vulva as she thought about her uncle and the movie she'd just seen.  As her fingers stroked and probed her wet sex the sixteen-year-old hungered for another’s touch on her hungry, young twat.  And her courage grew apace with her libido.

 

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"Irene? My God! You shouldn't be here?" Bob pulled the sheet up to cover his nakedness and shut off the TV.

 

  "I know Uncle Bob. But? Like? I’m lonely?  Can I get in bed with you? Just for a few minutes?"   Wearing only a short, flimsy nightgown, Irene sat down on the bed beside her uncle.

 

"My God, Irene. You don't know what you're doing?"   Ever since she came to live with them, his young niece had been his most frequent fantasy bed partner.  When Sue's big boobs and fleshy hips had been welded to his, he had imagined it was his firm-fleshed niece.  But, he’d told himself, it was just harmless fantasy.  The girl was only sixteen and she was his niece.

 

"I think I do, Uncle Bob."   Irene lifted the corner of the sheet and slid in beside him, noticing how the cover was tented over his erection. Should she take it in her hand right away?  "I’ve seen...uh...heard how Aunt Sue treated you. And I know what you do now, when she isn't here. I want to help."

 

Bob was paralyzed.  Over the years he'd seen his niece grow from a pretty, leggy child to a beautiful, young woman. Now, when her firm, warm body slid under the covers next to him, especially in his aroused state, he had to fight his desire to possess her.  Oh No!  He felt her hand move closer, to his naked hip.  Was she going to?  OH GOD!  Irene's fingers were there!  She was holding his prick!

 

"Do you want me to do it, Uncle Bob? Give you a handjob?"

 

"OhmyGod, Irene!  Oohhh yesss!"   Bob surrendered to the erotic delight of his young niece's hand on his throbbing prick. When had she learned this? He'd always kept her protected, he thought.

 

"Uh? Uncle Bob?"   The hand filling hardness of her uncle's hard organ was exciting.  "Uh, will you do it for me, too? Put your hand on me?"

 

"Oh God, yes, Irene," and the man reached between his niece's long, loosely spread legs to cup her sex. There was a curly bush, denoting her maturity, but below it his fingers found hairless flesh, soft, wet smooth flesh, and he probed.  Her clitoris was erect and hard.  She'd come to bed with him already aroused.  It’s all right, he told himself.  She needs sexual release and God knows, I do.  There’s nothing wrong with us helping each other even if she’s so young and my niece.

 

With a brazenness that belied her nervousness, Irene pushed back the sheet, her desire to see what she was holding, stroking, overcoming her virginal shyness.  Her uncle's fingers were incredibly exciting, far, far more than when she did the same thing with her own hand.  "Oohhh Uncle Bob. That feels soooo gooood," she sighed and she pushed her lightly furred pelvis up to his hand.  "I hope we can do this every night."

 

"We shouldn't Irene," Bob gasped as his niece's hand squeezed and pumped his throbbing prick. "How did you learn to do this?"

 

"I watched you do it, Uncle Bob. Am I doing it right? Do you like it?"

 

"I love it, Irene," and he felt her quiver as he rubbed her hard, erect clit.  "It's wonderful."   Watched him?  How?  “But, Irene?  How did you see me do it?”

 

“Uh…like…there’s a hole in my closet, Uncle Bob.  I watched you through there.  You’re not mad at me are you?” 

 

It was a bit awkward.  Bob was flat on his back and Irene was on her side, one leg across her uncle’s thighs so that she was open to his gentle caress.  Her fingers slid lightly over the silky, smooth skin of her uncle’s organ and she could see and feel the hot, oily fluid that seeped from the little slit in the tip.  It was exciting.  The hard, white cylinder was soon wet and slippery and she grasped it, trying to stretch her fingers around its girth.

 

"Should I get a tissue, Uncle Bob? Are you going to go off?"   Why did they always talk about girls coming and guys going off, Irene wondered as she stroked her uncle's hard penis.

 

"Oh God, Irene! I don't care."   His fingers squeezed her clitoral bud and his hips arched as he felt his orgasm begin.

 

Irene felt her own peak approaching just when her uncle's organ gave a sudden jerk between her fingers.  It was too late for a tissue.  She squeezed it tighter and, instinctively, she pumped faster as it bucked and then she saw the white column spurt from it, high up into the air to fall in a curving rainbow shape, hotly across her hand and onto her naked hip.

 

"Irene! Oohhh Irene," Jack gasped as he fucked up into her snugly clasping hand.  And then, as if triggered by the sight of his explosion, his niece's thighs closed on his wrist and she began to writhe and wriggle against his hand as she too came.

 

"Hannh...that was wonderful...hanh...Uncle Bob," the girl panted as the last, wonderful waves of heat washed over her loins.  "Did I? Like? Was it good for you, too? Are you OK?"

 

"Oohhh God, yes, Irene. It was wonderful. The most wonderful thing that's happened to me for years."   Emotionally, it was like having his first and only virgin.  Not Sue, of course.  She'd been screwed first by someone else.  Probably by a lot of someones.   His virgin had been sixteen, like his niece.  And kind of frightened.

 

“I'm glad, Uncle Bob." Irene snuggled in close to her uncle, her flimsy nighty now up around her neck so that she was, to all intents and purposes, naked.  "I never felt anything so good, neither."

 

Bob knew he should tell her to leave but, when his young niece snuggled up close to him, he wanted her to stay.  At that moment, his immediate needs sated, he did not recognize the danger.  Not consciously, anyway.  They would be just close friends, nothing more.  He drew her firm, naked body close and closed his eyes.

 

Does Uncle Bob want me to sleep here with him?  Irene resisted the urge to wipe the sticky effusion from her hand as she snuggled close to the man.  Sleeping together didn’t have to mean having sex, did it?  She felt good.  Satisfied.   She'd made him happy and he's given her a marvelous climax too.  Still clasping his shrinking organ with her hand, she went to sleep.

 

When Bob awoke, he was with his first love.  Only brassiere and panties no longer encumbered her.  He'd just pulled the leg aside, the first time, so he could get in.  Now her panties were gone.  And her bra.   And her blouse was up around her neck.  She was taller then she'd seemed the first time, too.  With bigger breasts.   He rolled over on top of her as, again, her legs opened willingly beneath him.

 

When Irene awoke she was still a virgin.  But only for a minute or two.   She felt warm and safe but there was a heavy weight on top of her.  She had a warm feeling in her belly.  Someone, was it herself, was playing with her pussy?  It felt good and she opened her legs wider.  This was how Uncle Bob fucked Aunt Sue.  The innocent sixteen year old tilted her pelvis.  She could pretend again that she was Aunt Sue.  And that Uncle Bob was getting ready to fuck her.  And then she awoke.

 

"Whah? Who? Uncle Bob?" Irene looked up at the man on top of her. "Oh, Uncle Bob? What are you doing? Are you going to fuh? Fuh? Fuck me?"

 

" Oh , Irene! I'm sorry!" Jack was suddenly brought back to the present by his niece's question.  "I forgot where I was.  I thought you were someone else.  I’m sorry."   His throbbing tool was nestled against the wet softness of his niece's pussy and he fought to control himself.  He knew he had to get off of her before he did something they’d both regret for the rest of their lives.

 

"Oohhh yesss, Uncle Bob. You can do it. You can fuck me. I don't care."   Irene reached down and grasped her uncle's organ, pulling it into the soft fleshfolds and rubbing the tip on her swollen clit.

 

Oh God!  He had to stop.  He just had to.  Jack was poised above his teenaged niece as she rubbed his cock just above the sensitive mouth of her vagina, and he looked down at her ripe, young body lying open and compliant beneath him.  "Have you done this before, Irene?  Have you ever been fucked?"

 

"Nuh...no, Uncle Bob.  But I want you to fuh...fuh...fuck me. I want you to be the first. It's OK."

 

Bob was awake now.  Completely and lustfully awake.  It wouldn't be the first time he'd fucked her.  Not in his mind, anyway.  She was looking up at him, an expression of complete trust in her eyes, as if he could do nothing wrong.  Was she really a virgin?  Was she really offering her body to him? He paused.  Despite the tremendous, erotic appeal of his teenaged niece, spread open and willing beneath him, he was wracked with guilt.  She was old enough.  He knew that.  And she was willing.  She'd told him that.  But she was his wife's sister's daughter?  "Are you sure, Irene?  You won't be sorry?"

 

"Yes, Uncle Bob. I want you to do it. I want to make you happy."   Irene sensed that, by letting her uncle do it, fuck her, she would make him very happy.  She'd never talk to him like her aunt did.  "I want you to make love to me."

 

Bob lowered his face to hers and as his mouth covered her soft lips they parted, accepting his tongue.  For just a moment her mouth was passive and then her tongue was tangling with his, her breath gusting hotly into his mouth as the girl became immersed in her first-ever sexual kiss.  As he tasted her sweet mouth he could feel how her legs were loose and widespread under him, her cunt hotly and wetly surrounding the head of his prick, but his conscience was holding him back from that final, irrevocable thrust.

 

As if sensing her uncle's turmoil, Irene, with dewy-eyed sincerity and her limited knowledge of sex, said the words that sealed her fate.  "Do it, Uncle Bob!  Break my cherry! Fuck me!  I want you to break my cherry."

 

No man in that situation could have resisted. Irene had lifted her long legs and tilted her pelvis with it's little, dark, triangular bush. His cock was nestled in the humid entrance to her young vagina and she was looking up at him expectantly.  The tip of his throbbing tool was nestled in the liquid clasp of his niece’s cuntmouth and, incited by her artless plea; he thrust smoothly forward to a tighter region. 

 

 

"Huuunnnnggghh!"   Irene uttered a stifled scream and jerked her hips backwards as her uncle's hard staff burst through her hymen and filled her unused passage. There was a brief, transitory pain and then only a feeling of fullness, closeness.

 

"Oh, Irene? Did it hurt you?"   The tightness of his young niece's cunt was the most delightful sensation he'd felt for many years but Bob was aware of the girl's sudden tenseness as he plunged into her juicy channel.

 

"No, Uncle Bob.   Not much."   And it hadn't been as bad as she'd feared.  "Don't stop, Uncle Bob.  Fuck me.  Pretend I'm Aunt Sue.  But you don't have to make me cum.  I just want you to be satisfied."

 

The blood from his niece's broken cherry was welling hotly up around his deep thrust tool as Bob rested against her firm, long-legged form. He was in control of himself, despite the tremendous erotic appeal of his teenaged niece's ripe, young body.  Twice masturbated, once by himself and that second, wonderful time by her warm hand, there was no urgency.

 

"You don't know what this means to me, Irene."   Bob said softly as he partially withdrew from the juicy tightness of his niece's hot, young sheath.  And then he watched her eyes widen as he pushed back into the elastically stretching corridor.

 

Irene savoured the sensations of her first fuck, storing them in her memory.  There was a slight, stinging hurt as her uncle's cock rubbed on the frayed edges of her ruptured hymen but, mostly, there was a belly-warming tingle as he frictioned her throbbing clitoris and slid slowly in and out in the tightly stretched walls of her vagina.  She smiled up at him, contentedly but soon her smile changed to an expectant expression.  Each time he pushed in, it was like he was pumping up the pressure in her belly.

 

“Are you going to cum, Irene? Are you close?"

 

"Yunh...Yunh...Uncle Bob? Unh...Yunh...can yuh go faster?" and Irene's long legs twined with his as she began to undulate awkwardly under him.  "You... hanh...don't hafta...annh..." she moaned, remembering her aunt's lewd demands.  "Just whatever... Hanh...what you want, Uncle Bob."

 

It was heaven.  His long-legged, young niece was moving under him, not skillfully, but passionately, her strong legs seeming to draw him deeper into her tight, young sheath.  He ground against her, feeling her firm breasts roll fleshily under his chest, feeling her firm belly bulge up to his as he screwed the base of his cock against the soft wetness of her young cunt.  The firmness of her hips and belly were a delightful contrast to his wife’s buxom softness and he hauled her loins up tight against his own and felt her pull her thighs back even further to accept his plunging cock.

 

Irene’s arms were hugging her uncle, her hands moving gently over his shoulders as their mouths meshed in a wet, tongue-tangling kiss.  Then her thighs began to clasp his hips, rubbing them as she lifted her knees from the bed and twisted her loins in her passion.

 

Bob suddenly felt the hot press of his niece’s orgasm squeeze around his cock and he felt her body cling to him tenaciously as she experienced the hot spasms of her climax.

 

"Haannhhh! Yannhh! Uncle Bob!" Irene cried out as a tremendous wave washed over her loins.  It felt like every muscle in her lower body was spasming and she jerked and bucked up to him.  "Cuh...cuh...cuhhminnng ...you're making me cumm," she wailed as her uncle began to hammer her wide-open body and she was wracked with huge, tearing spasms.

 

Bob felt the contraction of his niece's first-fucked passage as it locked down on his cock and she strained up to him.  He felt like he was a foot long as he drove into the wildly squeezing sheath and, twice unloaded or not, the semen erupted from his aching balls to jet voluminously into the deepest reaches of her young body.

 

As if shot by the first, heavy spurt, Irene slumped back on the bed, panting breathlessly, feeling her uncle's gism flood her writhing, young cunt.   Her long legs went limp, jumping convulsively and finally falling out to the sides.   "Oohhh…Uncle Bob...Oohhh," she sighed as he pumped his love juice up into her. "I love you, Uncle Bob.  I'm so glad Aunt Sue went away."

 

"Oohhh Irene. You were wonderful."   Bob settled down between her widely splayed legs, feeling her body twitch and jerk under him in the aftermath of her orgasm.  "But we shouldn't have, Irene? I'm your uncle."

 

"Not my real uncle, Uncle Bob. Not my blood uncle."  Irene lay languorously under him, his semen a heavy pool way up inside.  What if he’d made her pregnant?  He probably couldn’t marry her, could he?  Not his niece?  But she felt so safe with him up inside her.  She wasn’t going to worry.  "I want you to do it...fuck me...whenever you feel like you need it, Uncle Bob."

 

“Oh God, Irene.   You’re wonderful.  But we can’t.  It’s wrong.”

 

Wrong it certainly was, but the temptation was too great.  It didn’t happen nightly but it was frequent, nonetheless.  Bob couldn’t resist the delight of having his teenaged niece’s tight cunt around him and there was an added pleasure from being the one who taught her about sex.

 

But, three months later, their bliss was clouded by Irene’s pregnancy.  Now she was well along and she had finally gone off to stay with Bob’s sister.  A schoolgirl romance gone wrong was their story.  A boy who couldn’t support her.   Abortion was a no-no for them so Irene was due soon to be a teenaged mother.

 

Of course, there was also the story of her younger sister, Lucy, now sleeping just down the hall from where he sat.  After her fortunate miscarriage she was on the pill but being neglected.  His other three schoolgirls, Belinda, Ingrid and the lovely Janice, were keeping him busy, sexually.  Bob poured another drink and sat back again, reviewing that situation.

 

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