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A Learning Experience
by M. Bee (address withheld)

***

Mickey invites a black coworker to dinner in the hope 
of seducing him into bed, only to have him show up with 
his white girlfriend. But after a short time, she finds 
out that his girlfriend only adds to the excitement of 
the evening. (MFF, FF, 1st-lesbian-exp, intr, voy)

***

When it comes to sex, I've always perceived myself as 
very open, sophisticated, adventurous, erotic and 
fairly aggressive, in a lady-like way. I have a very 
healthy sexual appetite and usually find a way of 
getting what I want when I want it. And what I wanted, 
several months ago, was Eric, an English professor who 
joined our department at the beginning of the Fall 
term.

The first time I met Eric, at our weekly staff meeting, 
I was immediately taken not only by his obvious 
intelligence, but by his quick wit and easy, self-
effacing humor. The fact that he was extremely 
handsome, very tall and muscular with a lean, athletic 
kind of build was certainly a bonus, but the fact that 
he was black somehow made him even more appealing. 

Under the guise of explaining our unusual curriculum to 
him, I invited him to dinner at my home the following 
Saturday night and he happily accepted. I couldn't wait 
for the weekend and literally counted the hours waiting 
to get that black stud in bed with me.

Saturday night finally arrived and after showering and 
preening for two hours, I carefully selected my 
wardrobe to best show off my figure without appearing 
too obvious. Since I have very large, firm breasts with 
very prominent nipples, I decided on a silk beige 
blouse and matching high-slit wraparound linen skirt. 

I almost always go braless and the blouse, although not 
a see-through, was very clingy and revealing and the 
smooth silk fabric constantly brushing against my 
nipples always kept them wonderfully excited. I also 
decided on a very sexy lace garter belt, sheer 
stockings and my highest, sexiest black heels. 
Obviously swept up in one of those moods, I thought, 
"what the hell", and at the last minute decided to 
remove my French cut lace panties. Checking myself out 
in the full length mirror, I knew that if this outfit 
didn't do it, nothing would.

The doorbell rang, I quickly checked my hair and makeup 
one last time in the mirror and raced to answer it. The 
moment I opened the door, my bubble instantly burst. It 
was Eric, casually dressed in a sexy linen jacket, open 
shirt and incredibly tight designer jeans, looking 
better in person than he did in my fantasies. But, to 
my surprise and consternation, he was not alone. With 
him was a very pretty, young, petite Caucasian woman 
whom he introduced as Karen. His wife.

After my initial shock, and doing my best to mask my 
disappointment, I graciously invited them in. We 
chatted amicably and I took their drink orders, 
retreating quickly to the privacy of my kitchen where I 
finally allowed myself to quietly vent my exasperation. 
A few seconds later, Karen came in, offering to help. 

Painting on a smile, I showed her where the hors 
d'ourves were and she moved down the counter to get the 
tray while I got our drinks. As Karen gathered the tray 
and napkins, she looked at me curiously, smiled, and, 
somewhat embarrassed, said, "Eric didn't tell me you 
were so beautiful."

Now it was my turn to be embarrassed. I returned her 
smile and what I wanted to say was 'Eric didn't tell me 
he was married', but instead, I accepted the complement 
and returned one. She was really a delightful, bubbly 
young woman and although I was now resigned to sleeping 
with my trusty vibrator that night, I realized that at 
the very least the dinner and conversation would not be 
a total loss. 

Between the three of us, we drained two bottles of wine 
before dinner and were becoming more than a little 
giddy. As I opened and poured the third bottle of wine, 
I suddenly realized that every time I bent over, both 
Eric and Karen got more than an eyeful of my sizable 
breasts swaying beneath my blouse. It may have been the 
wine or even an unconscious act of revenge, but even 
after I realized it, I continued to flaunt my tits for 
Eric. And I was enjoying it immensely. 

The evening actually progressed very nicely. Karen, I 
learned was as intelligent and as witty as Eric and not 
quite as young as I imagined. She had beautiful long 
blonde hair done up in a French braid and was, I 
couldn't help admitting, an extremely attractive woman. 
She was also warm, gracious, open and spontaneous - 
easy to know and even easier to like. By the end of 
dinner we were talking like old friends and truly 
enjoying one another's company. 

After dinner, when I returned to the living room with 
our Brandies, Eric and Karen were standing at the 
bookcase thumbing through one of my books of erotic 
photographs. The particular book they had found was a 
volume of beautiful color plates of women loving women. 
Although I am not remotely a lesbian, or even bisexual, 
I've always found those photographs to be extremely 
erotic. And from the bulge in Eric's tight jeans, he 
must have thought so, too.

"I like your taste in... literature," Eric grinned as I 
handed him his drink.

I'm sure I blushed as I stammered, "It's research for a 
course in American Eroticism I was thinking of 
teaching." And I took a big gulp of my Brandy.

"Anything you say, Mickey," Eric chuckled and they 
moved over to the sofa with the volume. 

It was immediately obvious to me that the pictures 
didn't faze Karen in the least. Sitting there, Eric 
turned the pages slowly and they casually exchanged 
comments about the women in the photographs. Without 
thinking, I drifted over to the sofa, sat down next to 
Karen and looked at the pictures with them. 

Eric flipped another page and Karen suddenly put her 
hand on his to stop him. She studied the photograph and 
exclaimed, "God, Eric, look at her breasts, they're 
gorgeous." He nodded his agreement and Karen turned to 
me and said, "some women are so lucky to have such nice 
tits. I'm so damn small on top." 

"I always tell you, honey, it's quality, not quantity," 
Eric laughed, "isn't that right, Mickey?"

"Not when you can have both," I replied too smartly.

"See," Karen admonished Eric, "Mickey's right. And look 
at her, doesn't she have the most fabulous figure?"

"Yep," Eric agreed, looking directly at me, "how could 
anyone not notice that body."

"If I had breasts like yours, Mick," Karen continued, 
"I'd never hide them. I'd probably go topless to the 
supermarket."

"I never tried that," I laughed, "but it would sure be 
hell around the frozen foods, wouldn't it?"

"Not to mention the old ladies who like to squeeze the 
melons," Eric added with a mischievous gleam in his 
eye.

We all laughed at the image I suddenly realized that 
the lascivious direction the conversation was taking 
was actually turning me on. Eric turned another page in 
the book and reflexively, Karen and I both leaned over 
to get a better look at the photo. It was a beautiful 
photograph of two nude women lying face to face on a 
satin sheet, looking into each other's eyes, 
tentatively touching the other's nipple. 

"God," Karen whispered, "this is really turning me on."

"You too?" I giggled self-consciously.

"Yeah. I've never done anything like that. Have you?"

"No," I said, shaking my head. 

And then Eric looked at both us with a sly smile 
forming on his lips and said, "Mickey, do you have a 
digital camera?"

More than surprised, shocked, really, Karen and I 
glanced at each other knowing exactly what Eric had in 
mind and we both simultaneously seemed to shrug 'why 
not?' I took another healthy sip of Brandy, and smiling 
sheepishly, replied, "No, but I do have a video 
camera." 

It all seemed to happen so quickly and easily. We moved 
into the bedroom and, giggling like nervous teenagers, 
we set up the camera and tripod and jury-rigged some 
lights. As Eric finished setting up, I went back to the 
kitchen for yet another bottle of wine. Alone in the 
kitchen, I desperately tried to collect my thoughts and 
composure, but I was so excited and aroused, I felt I 
was moving in a daze.

Shaking, I returned to the bedroom, ready for anything. 
Eric had taken off his jacket and was finishing 
adjusting the camera while Karen turned down the quilt 
on my king size brass bed. In anticipation of my night 
alone with Eric, I had changed the bedclothes into my 
sexiest satin sheets and pillowcases. 

Throwing both our feminist politics and our caution to 
the wind, Karen and I agreed that Eric would be the 
"director" and we would be his willing "porn stars", 
obeying his every "creative" whim. And Eric wasted no 
time exercising his authority as he ordered us on to 
the middle of the bed. Karen and I nervously but 
dutifully complied and sat there, giggling with more 
than a little nervous embarrassment, as Eric focused 
the camera.

He had turned the television toward the bed and, like a 
TV monitor, I was able to watch us come into focus as 
Eric zoomed in and out trying to get just the right 
framing. Karen and I both mugged playfully for the 
camera, until Eric, taking charge, said, "Okay, ladies, 
show time. Let's start with a kiss."

This was it. My mouth went dry and I could hear my 
pulse pounding in my ears. Neither Karen nor I were 
sure how to proceed and we just looked at each other, 
hesitating. 

"Oh, come on," Eric chided us, "how tough can it be to 
kiss? You've both done it before."

He was right. How difficult could it be? And Karen's 
sexy, pouty mouth was certainly eminently kissable. So, 
swallowing hard, I leaned into her and slowly brushed 
my lips across hers. In that moment, I learned two 
crucial things about myself. First, I was not as 
sexually liberated as I thought I was, and second, the 
thought of actually making love to this beautiful, 
gentle, young woman while her incredibly sexy husband 
photographed us made my head spin and my heart pound in 
excitement. And then Eric's voice invaded my thoughts.

He had stopped the camera and was looking at us, 
shaking his head with a smirk on his face. "You call 
that a kiss? C'mon, Kar, I've seen you kiss Bogie with 
more passion than that."

"Who's Bogie?" I asked curiously.

"She... she's our cat," Karen giggled.

Eric and I both laughed and he said, "See? What's the 
difference? Kissing a pussy is kissing a pussy, isn't 
it?"  

Karen laughed, too, and blushed, averting her eyes from 
mine. Still laughing nervously myself, I put my hand on 
her shoulder, reassuring her as Eric went back to the 
camera and rewound it.

"Okay ladies," Eric shouted with mock authority, "once 
more, from the top, this time with feeling." 

I smiled at Karen and whispered, "do you want to?"

She smiled back, nervously, and nodded. I could tell 
from her look and from breathing that she wanted to as 
much as I did so, assuming a more aggressive role, with 
my hand still on her shoulder I leaned in and kissed 
her again, allowing my lips to linger a little longer 
and harder on hers than before. We both closed our eyes 
and savored the moment.

I had never sexually kissed another woman before and 
now nearly cursed myself for not doing it earlier. 
Karen's lips were so incredibly soft, so totally unlike 
kissing a man. I couldn't believe how exciting and 
arousing it was. Reluctant to break the spell, I slowly 
and sensually moved my lips back and forth across 
Karen's, feeling the softness of her mouth as she 
kissed me back.

"That's it, that's right," Eric encouraged us, "kiss 
her, baby, turn her on."

It was good to hear Eric's voice, reminding me of his 
omniscient presence, but neither Karen nor I really 
needed much more encouragement. Growing more excited, 
our mouths opened simultaneously as we tentatively, 
hesitantly sought each others tongues. As we slowly and 
tenderly explored each other's mouth, Eric continued 
offering encouragement, but his words and his voice 
just seemed to fade in the distance as I began losing 
myself in Karen's heavenly mouth. 

My nipples stiffened precipitously and I could feel the 
familiar tingle of my juices welling up deep, deep 
within my womb and begin to flow like icy-hot lava down 
the walls of my tunnel. I didn't want this to end and 
prayed that Karen felt the same way. Then, as I drew 
her warm, wet tongue deep into my mouth and sucked it, 
I heard her whimper faintly and I knew, I knew she 
wanted it as desperately as I did.

After what seemed a lifetime, we finally tore our lips 
apart and just looked at each other somewhat 
astonished. Her lips were glistening with my saliva as 
I'm sure mine were from hers. And then we just laughed 
and hugged each other, turning our faces to Eric for 
his approval.

"How was that?" I finally gushed, trying to catch my 
breath.

"Not bad, not bad, uh, let's try it again from another 
angle." Eric was so turned on, he could barely speak. 
The bulge in his jeans had grown perceptibly and it was 
impossible for him to conceal it. But comfort triumphed 
over embarrassment and he finally just shrugged and 
laughed and reached down to his groin to rearrange the 
position of his cock. And then, trying to act casually, 
said, "Okay, ladies, come on, where were we?"

"In heaven," I responded.

"Then shall we return?"

"Yes, let's," I whispered, more to Karen than Eric, and 
I turned to kiss her again. 

The ice had been broken with our first kiss and this 
time we just melted into each other's mouth. Our 
tongues quickly began their urgent dance again and this 
time Karen sucked mine into her hot mouth. Our passions 
grew quickly and in a matter of seconds, Karen was 
whimpering again, trying to draw more and more of my 
tongue into her hungry mouth.  

"Yeah, right, beautiful," Eric whispered, "okay, Karen, 
put your hand on Mickey's tit."

Still kissing passionately, Karen hesitated and then 
slowly reached up with her free hand and barely laid 
the palm of her hand against the side of my breast with 
her fingers nearly touching my back. I could feel the 
warmth and moisture of her hand through my flimsy silk 
blouse and I loved the softness of her touch. Wanting 
more, I turned my body against her hand, filling it 
with the fullness of my breast. Karen whimpered again 
and just held it lightly.

"Christ," Eric exclaimed. There was no doubt he was as 
excited as we were. "Okay, now squeeze it, baby, go 
ahead, squeeze it."

And Karen did. Lightly, gently, wonderfully. I moaned 
softly, deep into her mouth, and she squeezed my tit 
harder. I laid my hand on top of hers, guiding it up to 
my pounding nipple and we caressed it together. But it 
was not enough. I reached up, pulled my blouse open and 
exposed my naked breast to her touch and Karen's 
fingers glided over it as if she was polishing a 
fragile, cherished possession. 

My desire for Karen became overwhelming. Whatever women 
did to other women, I wanted. I wanted to feel her body 
next to mine, holding me, squeezing me, becoming part 
of me. Reluctantly, I broke our kiss, smiling as 
Karen's lips hungrily sought to recapture mine and she 
groaned a childlike groan of disappointment. She had a 
glazed, angelic expression on her face and could barely 
catch her breath. I'm sure I was the same.

"I want to make love to you," I breathed and began 
unbuttoning the last few buttons of my blouse. 

Karen nodded, unable to speak or catch her breath, and 
removed her hand from my breast. As I pulled my blouse 
off and untied the belt of my skirt, we kept searching 
each other's eyes, ignoring Eric, who, at this point 
was strangely silent. With my blouse off and my opened 
skirt barely draped over my stocking-tops, I reached 
for Karen's sweater. Without a word, she raised her 
arms and allowed me to pull it up over her head in one 
motion.

Karen's breasts, although much smaller than mine, were 
exquisitely shaped and very firm. Her nipples, which 
were as hard as rosy red marbles, pointed upwards from 
the upper slope of her breasts rather than the tips. 
"They're beautiful," I whispered to her, drawing my 
fingertips down her chest to her stiff, white tipped 
nipples and guided my fingers around the puffy, 
burgundy red circles of her swollen areolas.

"Pinch them, Mickey," Eric suddenly sputtered, focusing 
the camera into a close-up of Karen's nipples that 
filled the TV screen, "pinch 'em, she loves that."

Following Eric's instructions, I cupped Karen's lovely 
tits in my hands and slid my thumbs and forefingers up 
to her nipples, capturing them and squeezing them 
gently. Karen shut her eyes and groaned loudly and I 
leaned in to kiss them. Karen whimpered as I kissed 
first her left nipple and then her right, noticing how 
truly sensitive they were. 

A few moments later, I relinquished her nipples and let 
my fingers drift further down her taut body to the 
waistband of her jeans, unbuttoned it and struggled to 
get the zipper down. But because we were still sitting 
in the middle of the bed, getting it down gracefully 
was absolutely impossible and we both laughed 
nervously.

Karen smiled and whispered, "Let me do it." And 
scrutinizing my eyes, she got up and stood on the bed 
next to me and teasingly unzipped her fly. "Now try 
it."

Grasping the waistband, I wriggled the tight jeans over 
her hips and slid them down her slender legs. As I did, 
her tiny sheer white bikini panties slid partially down 
her hips too, unintentionally exposing a fringe of 
pubic hair. Karen's first instinct was to grab her 
panties, but then, after a moment's hesitation, instead 
of pulling her panties back up, she subtly turned her 
body toward me and sensuously slid them down her legs.  

Standing over me as she was, Karen's pussy was no more 
than six inches from my eyes. And it was beautiful. 
Except for a small tuft of wispy, baby fine blonde hair 
on top, her cunt was as hairless and smooth as the day 
she was born. And I was fascinated by it, transfixed by 
the sheer, floral beauty of her thick, pouty vaginal 
lips glistening with her sweet, fragrant juices. I 
don't know what possessed me, but I couldn't control 
myself. 

My hands went up behind her and I caressed her small, 
firm ass. Then, suddenly, I pulled her hips forward and 
slowly brushed my lips through her soft pubic patch. 

Even more surprised than I was, Karen lost her breath 
and shuddered. She had to grasp my head to keep from 
falling, but rather than move away, she thrust her hips 
forward, pushing her cunt harder against my mouth and I 
brazenly kissed and nibbled her wet pussy, inhaling her 
thick, rich, feminine aroma. It was my very first taste 
of another woman's cunt. And I was hooked. 

Wanting so much more, I withdrew my lips from hers, 
grabbed her hands and eased her back down on the bed 
next to me. As I did, my untied skirt fell open, 
finally exposing my flared, sopping pussy to Eric, 
Karen and the camera. But I was too far gone to care.

Unlike Karen's, my puss is blanketed with an inordinate 
tangle of thick black pubic hair. When I was younger, I 
used to trim it into a neat triangle, but so many 
lovers had told me how much they loved my copious bush, 
I just let it grow naturally. And now, framed by my 
lace garter belt and stocking-tops, its effect was not 
lost on Eric and Karen.

When Eric saw it, he exclaimed, "Oh, shit," and nearly 
knocked over the camera trying to focus in on it. 

Our passions momentarily diverted, we both got up on 
our elbows and glanced over to Eric as he valiantly 
tried to rearrange his massive prick trapped in his 
jeans. From the outline on his crotch, I could only 
imagine the size of the monster he had hidden away and 
wondered how petite little Karen could possibly 
accommodate him. 

As Karen lovingly caressed my tits, she glanced dewey-
eyed at her husband and smiled. "Honey," Karen 
breathed, "why don't you just take them off. At this 
point I doubt Mickey would mind, would you?"

"Hardly," I confirmed, barely looking at Eric as I 
concentrated on the wonderful feeling of Karen's hands 
on my tits.

"Bless you, lady," Eric exclaimed and in a flash, he 
pulled off his shirt, unsnapped his jeans and pulled 
them off, literally sighing with relief.

When I finally looked back at Eric, I thought I had 
died and gone to sex heaven. Eric had the most 
incredibly beautiful body I had ever seen. His wide 
chest was tight and smooth and muscular and tapered to 
his perfectly flat stomach and narrow waist. And he had 
a great ass: high and round and tight. But what really 
took my breath away was his cock. Under his jeans, Eric 
was wearing a skimpy black nylon thong pouch that did 
little more than support his huge balls and direct his 
stiff prick upwards. But his gorgeous, ebony pole was 
so big, at least six or seven inches of it protruded 
straight up, out of the pouch, practically reaching his 
naval. 

I literally gasped in astonishment. I tried not to 
stare, but couldn't help myself. I had never, never in 
my life been this aroused. 

Karen caught me staring and it was her turn to smile 
slyly. "Like you said before," she gloated between 
short, excited breaths, "nothing beats quantity and 
quality." And then, teasing my incredibly sensitive 
nipples between her fingers, she leaned into me and 
once again we began kissing passionately. 

What followed for the next forty-five minutes was a 
complete blur to me. If it wasn't for the video tape 
which I have watched countless times, I couldn't 
possibly remember the details. But the joy that ensued, 
the absolute ecstasy of it is still, to this day, 
unforgettable.

Completely ignoring Eric and the camera, Karen and I 
kissed incessantly, hungrily, passionately and then 
just slowly and sensuously melted into each other, 
groaning and whimpering; we were both just this side of 
sobbing for joy. Our stiff, acutely sensitive nipples 
met, rubbed each other and then our tits crushed 
together. 

Our bodies glistened with silky perspiration as we 
squeezed each other, rolling on the bed; our bellies 
touched, our legs intertwined, our pubic bones began 
grinding together, our juices mingled, and still we 
kissed. Our hands slid down one another's sweat 
dampened back and we cupped and squeezed each other's 
ass. This was what love making was intended to be. 

We stopped kissing only to catch our breath, but our 
bodies stayed entwined, breast to breast, belly to 
belly, cunt to cunt. Looking deep into each other's 
glazed eyes, we both knew how much we wanted each 
other, but neither of us could verbalize it. So I made 
the first move.

Pulling away from Karen, I began kissing and nibbling 
and licking my way down her beautiful body. Her hands 
left my ass and she placed them gently on my head, 
guiding my descent. My mouth moved savagely around her 
tits, licking, lapping, sucking. I found one of her 
nipples and drew it deep into my mouth, flicking my 
tongue over the tip, feeling the pounding pulse beat in 
her nipple with my lips. 

Gently, I bit her nipple, but as my teeth cautiously 
sank into her rigid bud, she moaned so loudly I thought 
I had hurt her, but then she began gasping the word 
"yes, yes, yes" over and over again. And I did the same 
to her other nipple.

With her hands still on my head, Karen pushed me lower. 
I began squeezing and tugging her nipples between my 
fingers as I trailed my tongue down her flat, salty 
stomach, stopping at her little pubic tuft. But Karen's 
hands were insistent, pushing, urging my face lower as 
she parted her thighs widely in anticipation. The 
sweet, pungent aroma of her juices filled my nostrils, 
overwhelming me. F

or a moment, I just stared at her beautiful cunt, 
watching her fragile, inner lips opening like a 
blooming rose covered in dew. And I knew I had to have 
her. 

Shifting my position, Karen raised her knees and I 
moved between them, caressing her soft inner thighs 
with my hands. I parted her legs even wider and slowly 
lowered my head between them. I then slid my hands 
beneath her ass, raising her hips slightly, and covered 
her pussy with my waiting, eager mouth. And as if it 
had a mind of its own, my tongue slowly, tentatively 
invaded her burning hot, velvety smooth slit. It was 
incredible. It was my first taste of pussy and I 
savored every nuance of it.

Closing my eyes, I slowly drew the tip of my tongue up 
her labia and then all the way down to her little pink, 
puckered asshole. Karen screamed. Her entire body 
shuddered. Her hands left my head and slid beneath my 
mouth; she pried her lips apart and pushed her cunt 
against my mouth urging me to move deeper into her.

Imagining my tongue was some fantastic cock, I began 
screwing her with it, rotating my mouth and tongue hard 
against her velvety soft pussy as I burrowed deeper and 
deeper into her, grinding into her tight, hot tunnel. I 
closed my mouth around her hole and began sucking her 
sweet, slippery juices. Karen screamed again and I 
moaned in empathy, knowing exactly what she was 
feeling. Her hands flew back and she began thrashing 
wildly, her whole body bucking as she rotated her hips 
harder and harder against my mouth. 

Karen was on the verge of cumming and I was never so 
determined in my life to make a lover cum. Still 
lathering her sweet, sensitive slit, I moved my hands 
up and slowly worked my middle finger into her. My God 
was she tight, much tighter than I was. The hot, 
dripping walls of Karen's tunnel seemed to grasp and 
hold my finger as I rotated it deeper and deeper into 
her and her hips gyrated wildly against it. 

Karen groaned loudly, animalistically, urging me on. 
Still finger fucking her, my lips found her inflamed 
clit and I drew the warm, slippery bud into my mouth. 
Furiously, I flicked my tongue over it, back and forth, 
around and around; I was lost in a virtual feeding 
frenzy.

Each breath Karen drew became louder and more 
demanding. Her thighs suddenly clamped so hard on my 
head my ears rang. Her hands clawed and pulled my hair. 
And then, as if time stood still, Karen drew in one 
long, loud, screaming breath and froze, her entire body 
went rigid, waiting, waiting, waiting...and then she 
came, screaming, groaning, whimpering, losing all of 
her breath at once. And then she came again, crying, 
locking my head between her soft thighs.  

Completely drained, we both rested for a moment, trying 
as best we could to breathe. Karen's drenched pussy was 
still so sensitive, even the slightest movement of my 
head caused her entire body to shudder and tremble. A 
few moment later, she parted her thighs and I felt her 
hands on my head, pulling me up. I slid up her sweat 
glistening body, folding myself into her waiting arms 
and kissing her gently. 

Karen pulled away slightly and her tongue washed over 
my face and lips as she licked her own juices from my 
flushed skin. Neither of us could talk. It wasn't 
necessary. 

As we lay, body to body, pressed together in pools of 
perspiration, I knew I never wanted this night to end. 
And then I felt Eric's firm hand on my ass...and 
joyfully realized that the night was just beginning. 
But that's another story...

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