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Even In The Best Families 4: Ain't No Mountain High 
Enough
by Peter Pan (uds3@hotmail.com)

***

When does a good thing become an obsession? What 
happens when the boundaries of acceptable behavior are 
pushed so far back, one loses sight of the last fork in 
the road? (Mf, inc, ped)

***

When Charlie Rich sang "Behind Closed Doors," he must 
surely have had some precognitive flashes as to certain 
escapades later to be played out in the Richardson 
household! 

It would be a matter of routine pensmanship now, to 
recount the many two and three-way sexual encounters 
that, following the events of Chapter Three, were to 
become common-place between Greg, his wife and young 
daughter. Shelley herself was most probably the chief 
catalysing participant, demanding more and more liberal 
experimentation with her father and mother – frequently 
at the same time. Communal lick-fests, rated through 
the roof. (No pun intended) 

Tracey’s sexual appetite knew no limits either and 
nothing got her flowing quicker these days than 
watching Greg taking his young daughter to the dizziest 
of heights, whilst she knelt center-quilt on all fours 
fully naked, as he penetrated her in the method favored 
by Corgis and German Shepherds alike. Kissing her 
daughter face to face, whilst her husband’s cock slid 
deep into Shelley’s under-age, and fully incestuous 
little pussy, really was helping to rack up those 
frequent-flyer points.

Whilst Shelley would then lie moaning and sated on the 
covers, clutching at her sore labia to stem the flow of 
her father’s procreative gel, Tracey would further 
tease her husband with many a party trick... .whatever 
it took to get herself fucked to the edge of reason and 
with the knowledge that her fourteen-year old daughter 
was watching – and hopefully taking notes.

Of late, they had been getting Shelley to dress-up in 
her school uniform nights for many a prolonged session. 
Tracey had even taken-up the hem of her daughter’s 
skirt – to levels of sheer indecency, simply to further 
enhance the visuals. Sometimes they made her wear a 
skimpy little bra and panties, other days no underwear 
at all – depending on their debauched state of mind one 
presumes. Shelley’s personal favorite was to have her 
father grab her when she walked into her bedroom, back-
pack over her shoulders, and then have him play-rape 
her across the bed whilst she struggled and acted the 
helpless little teenager. Did wonders for Tracey too!

So yeah, they did it all. Not only that – they did it 
everywhere, including as you may recall from the last 
chapter –Greg fucking his sexy little girl one 
afternoon after picking her up from school, in the 
front seat of their Chrysler Voyager. So hot did that 
prove, it became pretty much a Friday night fixture on 
the Richardson household’s "to-do" list!

Illicit sex though is after all, as easy to get hooked-
on as any other habit-forming substance, ultimately 
requiring more and more of it in order to maintain the 
same high. When every position, point-of-entry, role-
play, fantasy and three-way indulgence has been tried 
and mastered, true deviates such as the Richardson's 
are forced to confront the shocking reality that they 
are going to have to cross the line somewhere in order 
to maintain the rush!

"Admit it Tracey, you have wondered what it would be 
like... right?" Greg seemed to be hanging off her 
answer.

"I’ve wondered all sorts of things Greg," she answered 
evasively, but recognising that a more direct answer 
was called-for added, "Let’s be realistic... how can we 
even contemplate having friends come over with the sole 
purpose of fucking our teenage daughter? Besides, it’d 
be rape Greg!"

"Well Trace," he replied slowly, "I’d say some of the 
stuff we’ve been doing to Shelley the past few weeks 
has been pretty close to rape anyway. Besides, you know 
what? I reckon she’d go along with it... so long as we 
were there anyway. She’s into it as much as we are."

Tracey was silent for a moment. The thought of seeing 
her little girl with other men... forcibly or willingly 
was almost too hot to imagine. No wonder her hand was 
back in its spiritual home between her legs. 

She looked across at her husband. If anything, the 
beginnings of a wicked smile was discernible about the 
lips.

The following Friday afternoon then, Tracey herself 
picked Shelley up at school.

"Where’s Dad?’ the girl asked, a little surprised at 
his absence and expecting of course the now routine lap 
work-out in their garage, as soon as they got home.

"Your father couldn’t make it sweetheart," Tracey 
smiled at her, "He got caught up with some business 
acquaintance downtown. Said he’d be home in time for 
dinner though."

Truth is, they had planned on Shelley getting herself 
just that much more wound-up and expectant, being 
denied her usual Friday night front-seat tango. Tracey 
felt something trickling down her inner thigh as she 
turned into their driveway, watching the auto-sensor 
raise the garage door slowly.

"May as well go make a start on your homework Shell," 
said Tracey, giving the young girl a pat on her pert 
little bottom as she spoke. "Dinner will be at least a 
couple of hours, so you may as well use the time 
constructively."

Rather enjoying momentarily the contact in that area, 
she smiled back at her mother, "What do you think I 
should wear for dad tonight mom?"

"Something sexy sweetheart... as always," she giggled 
in spite of herself. "You know he likes short skirts 
Shell... or just leave your uniform on... whatever!" 

Even as she unpacked the shopping, her mind was racing 
ahead of itself. Just what excitement was in store for 
them all tonight?

Having set the table, Shelley was helping her mother 
with a few last minute preparations when she heard the 
key in the lock of the front door.

"It’s dad," she called out, already half-way along the 
hallway. She meant to give him a special welcome 
tonight! As the door opened though she skidded to a 
halt.

"Whoa there young lady," said Greg. "This is Ian, a 
friend of mine from the office."

Right then, Ian’s attention was most definitely on the 
vision before him. "Fourteen? Greg had mentioned his 
daughter to be. This, surely could not be her? Clad in 
an ultra-short tartan skirt with low-cut top that left 
little to the imagination, no way could those hot 
little breasts jiggling before him, belong to a 
fourteen-year old? Added to which, that curvy waist and 
rounded set of hips proclaimed a teenager of at least 
sixteen or seventeen? 

"Pleased to meet you, my name’s Shelley," said the 
vision... giggling. Ian was so glad he came.

"Hello daddy," she said, crushing herself up against 
her father. Ian made a mental note - he was going to 
have to train his own nine-year old daughter in matters 
of welcoming, when she was a few years older.

Introducing Ian to his wife, the three of them then 
trouped-in to the dining room. "Can you fix the drinks 
hun, while I serve-up?" said Tracey, retracing her 
steps to the kitchen.

"Can I have some wine daddy?" Shelley begged of her 
father. 

Greg smiled to himself, she could have the whole damn 
bottle as far as he was concerned. Given what he had 
planned for her, she was going to need more than a few 
glasses before the night was out! 

"Sure baby," he replied, "but just take it easy, we 
don’t want any drunk schoolgirls around."

Ian immediately was visualising just that. He tried 
dismissing the notion but without success.

The roast was a hit alright but to be honest, the wine 
was having as pronounced an effect on the adults as 
Shelley herself. More than once, Greg was seized with 
an overpowering urge to drag his daughter out of her 
chair, push her face down across the table-cloth and 
rape her then and there.

Ian was faring little better, especially given that 
Shelley was sitting right alongside him and the 
presence of the quite obviously sexy-as-all-hell 
teenager was having an effect let’s say – and not one 
that you could immediately see either!

Tracey was already playing out in her mind the 
possibilities here. She smiled at her daughter, re-
filling her wine-glass as she did so.

Dinner was cleared away and dessert served, by which 
time the wine had done its job and everyone was feeling 
pretty damn good. Greg and Ian were in some deep 
corporate discussion.

"Come on guys," Tracey said. "Forget business for a 
while. Anyone want to see a movie?" She turned to Ian, 
"We just got ourselves a whole new surround-sound 
package, it’s really cool!"

They adjourned to the lounge-room where after going 
through rows of DVDs, decided to watch the Gone in 60 
Seconds remake. 

Shelley was getting restless. Having gone to all this 
trouble to look sexy for her father, here he was 
talking business with his friend and now watching a 
crappy movie. Sitting beside him on the lounge, with 
Ian away to her left and her mom in the chair almost 
opposite, the wine especially was making her feel 
decidedly needful. How then to convey her global 
dissatisfaction?

Freeing her hand from his (they often held hands 
watching television, simply as a show of closeness. 
They had done this since she was four or five) she laid 
her hand on her father’s thigh, sliding it 
surreptitiously inwards. 

It was at this point that Angelina Jolie was seeing fit 
to straddle Nicolas Cage’s lap in the driving seat, 
with a view the camera supposes, to imminently 
combining their bodily fluids. 

Fully inevitable therefore that the viewing audience 
right then, should find their minds on similar scenes 
of in-house arousal. Out of the corner of his eye and 
having no wish to stare you can well understand, Ian 
thought he saw his friend’s hand inching its way 
beneath his daughter’s skirt which he had already noted 
was short enough to launch a thousand erections. Tracey 
of course, given her viewing angle, was watching her 
husband’s illicit digital progress with keen interest. 

Shelley could not suppress the lightest of sighs as her 
father’s hand encroached on her panties – the tartiest 
little red knickers she could find in her undies-
drawer. Her fingers closed around her father’s erection 
both in encouragement and appreciation of his up-skirt 
exploratory. 

Now Ian was looking! What else could you expect? Not 
every day one gets to see a father indecently molesting 
his teenage daughter just a yard or so from where 
you’re sitting. He didn’t even notice his own hand 
moving ever closer to his crotch, aware as he vaguely 
was, of what was going-on from a physiological 
viewpoint, in that particular area.

Watching as Greg began quite obviously rubbing the 
young girl’s pussy beneath her skirt, he was further 
shocked to notice Tracey slipping her hands up between 
her own legs as she watched the arousing tableau at the 
far end of the lounge. No one was paying the slightest 
attention to the movie let’s say.

Greg had more or less hinted earlier that his wife was 
inclined towards sexual "experimentation" as it were, 
and this had most certainly been at the back of Ian’s 
mind when he accepted his friend’s dinner invitation. 
Never in a million years though had he expected to 
witness incestuous behavior like this... and the girl 
didn’t even seem to mind!

From Shelley’s viewpoint and thinking that the wine 
must be having something to do with it, sitting there 
in front of a complete stranger, with her father’s 
hands in her panties as they currently were, was making 
her unbelievably hot. With both hands behind her waist, 
she was arching her back in pleasure at his 
ministrations, fully aware how provocative a pose she 
must be striking, her breasts so graphically outlined 
in that tight little top, a fact that had not gone 
unnoticed by Ian.

Equally embarrassed as he was aroused, Greg’s friend 
figured he was quite obviously an unnecessary pawn in 
the game-plan at hand and announced suddenly,

"Hey, look guys, I think I’d better be getting along." 
He didn’t add, "before this erection breaks free from 
my zipper," but he may as well have - it was the truth!

"You wimping out Ian?" Greg replied, the hand in his 
daughter’s knickers not missing a beat. "The least you 
could do surely, is to let my wife know you enjoyed her 
cooking. Go over and see if she needs any help." He 
nodded in Tracey’s direction.

"Greg," she cried out, some three-quarters on the way 
to her destination. "That is soo crude!’

"Yeah?" he answered her, "Well we talked about being 
even cruder if I remember rightly! C’mon Trace, let Ian 
help out!"

Well put it this way - his friend wasn’t headed for the 
front door any longer.

Patting his knee, he could hardly believe his good 
fortune when Tracey got up from her chair, came over 
and settled daintily in his lap. Whatever the hell Greg 
was doing to his daughter was suddenly of little 
interest... what he might be able to do to this very 
youthful-looking and attractive young wife was his sole 
concern. 

Experimentally, he kissed her neck and was rewarded by 
a light gasp. Already the heat from her bottom was 
transferring itself in latent energy to his lap and if 
he wasn’t mistaken, those beautiful breasts that he 
could see curving away to the south were begging for 
some communal contact. He kissed her again – just 
beneath the hairline. The sigh was louder!

Seeing her mother being kissed by a stranger was doing 
seriously worrying things to Shelley... not that she 
was seriously worried you understand.

"Can I sit on you dad?" she asked, looking up at her 
father with a look of quizzical detachment. In answer, 
he simply hit the remote, closing down the dvd and sat 
back on the lounge. She hopped on, careful not to close 
up her legs by so much as a degree.

Wriggling about, simply to amplify the contact between 
that hot little bottom and her father’s knee, she 
watched as he slipped both hands now back up under her 
skirt where he resumed rubbing the front of her 
panties, feeling his daughter’s wetness and arousal.

Tracey meanwhile was permitting Ian to kiss her full-on 
and in so doing, his left hand had circumnavigated her 
hips and was now in the process of inching her dress 
upwards. As her panties were exposed, he took heart 
from the fact she was offering no resistance. Kissing 
her deeper, he whispered, "You are so beautiful Tracey, 
you really are."

The right words at the right time! She could feel his 
erection in its full glory beneath her bottom and this 
added to the tease-factor. "Women have such power" she 
couldn’t help thinking. His other hand closed over her 
breasts and she wriggled in pleasure. Another man’s 
hands on her was the hottest thing she had ever 
experienced and with the knowledge that her husband 
could see it all, was tipping her over into red-heat.

It was tipping her daughter in the same direction. 
Watching Ian as he began to fondle her mom’s breasts 
was having its effect between her own legs. Would she? 
she wondered, permit Ian to do the same thing to her... 
how far would she go? Would her father let him? For now 
though, that which Greg was already doing to her, was 
creating havoc with her procreative nerve-endings. If 
the truth be known, she just wanted her dad to fuck her 
any which way!

Ian slipped his hands upwards and beneath the leg 
elastic where he encountered two things. A silky 
softness and heat! Unable to prevent a gasp escaping 
her lips, Tracey stared down at the hand inside her 
panties as a stranger’s fingers prised apart her labia 
while with his other hand he was cupping her right 
breast and gently fondling it. Gripped by extreme 
arousal rather than sluttish intent, she spread her 
legs more, allowing greater freedom of movement and 
increased potential for digital penetration.

Glancing across at his wife, Greg was now kissing his 
daughter passionately as he continued fingering her 
with dexterous pleasure. She wasn’t the only one 
suffering withdrawal from the normal Friday-afternoon 
lap-session in the Voyager. He wanted Shelley more than 
anything now and the fact that his good friend was 
going to watch him address exactly that need, even 
while the man himself sexually assaulted his wife right 
there beside them on the lounge, was just icing on the 
cake.

Pushing Shelley on her back, he made short work of 
pulling her panties down which brought forth a few fake 
gasps of shock. Then holding her legs apart he knelt 
between them and extricated that which he might need 
for the job at hand. Ian it must be said, was indeed a 
keen observer, taken up as he was with his own digital 
incursions.

Unable to focus on three things at once – a fourteen-
year old’s exposed genitalia, teenage breasts jiggling 
about almost free of their top, or the sensation of his 
fingers in the mother’s pussy, Ian could merely thank 
the God of opportunity that Greg was his work-mate!

"He’s not going to fuck mom is he?" Shelley whispered 
to her father as he pushed hard into her.

"That’s up to your mom I guess," Greg answered finding 
every little thing pretty damn good at this time. "What 
would you say though if he asked if he could fuck you 
sweetheart??"

"Ohhhh," she let out as he thrust up into her big time, 
"You wouldn’t let him would you dad? Oh God that feels 
fantastic... keep doing it!"

Tracey at that moment, was at her biologically most 
vulnerable point. Orgasmically on the edge, watching 
her daughter being penetrated to depths unknown was as 
great a stimulant as the fully indecent attentions of 
this rather attractive man whose hands were roaming at 
will her every portal and protuberance. Just one more 
caress of her clitoris and she was a lost cause.

As it happened - that one caress and Greg’s final 
thrust into his daughter’s twilight zone came at the 
same moment, plunging both girls into their respective 
Never Never Land. Shelley let out a cry of unhinged 
pleasured release while Tracey just lay back on her 
newly come-by lover letting it wash over her. Poor Ian 
had never experienced so drenching a flood... but there 
again, neither had Noah!

Not a lot in the way of conversation ensued for a few 
minutes. Shelley sat up, retrieved her panties and 
wriggled back into them, much to Ian’s viewing 
pleasure. Tracey smoothed her dress down and sat there 
breathing heavily but contentedly.

"Why don’t we go upstairs for a while?" suggested Greg, 
"It might be more comfortable." No one but a cretin 
could have misinterpreted his meaning! 

Despite the Richardson’s master bedroom offering up 
space and comfort by the truckload, It was after all 
their King-size bed to which the awesome foursome 
gravitated. Whether by intention or design, Shelley 
found herself at the center of an outer-circle of 
heavy-breathing adults.

"What?" she said, "Why are you all looking at me?" 

She didn’t get any further as her father somewhat 
roughly pushed her back on the coverlet. "Would you 
like to kiss her?" he asked of Ian? 

"If... if she’d let me?" the man answered tentatively.

"Wait a minute dad," she said to him. "You want me to 
let him kiss me... and what else?"

"Up to you sweetheart," Greg replied. "No rules here – 
whatever you feel like!" He was unable to disguise the 
smirk that now inched its way across his face. Tracey 
was feeling the urge to return a hand to her panties, 
if not hers - Ian’s. Seemed though he might soon be 
taken up with other duties seeing as he had moved in 
towards Shelley and was now kissing her gently. The 
reality of the moment far outstripped the earlier 
fantasies. Greg moved alongside her and whispered 
softly, "Take your dress off Trace."

For some reason, stripping to her underwear in front of 
another man just added gloss to the situation.

Ian wasn’t watching though. All he was able to 
consider, was the searingly hot image of a cute 
teenager’s hot breasts and slim semi-exposed thighs, 
both within groping distance. That she was letting him 
kiss her was one hell of a start! 

At the point he allowed himself the luxury of slipping 
a hand up the girl’s skirt he felt her stiffen slightly 
as she glanced urgently at her father. "You don’t mind 
him doing this to me daddy?" she half-smiled. Greg 
however was more than occupied fingering his wife’s 
pussy and just grunted, "It’s fine with me love. Just 
let it happen."

Inevitable contact with the young girl’s panties – 
right at the strategic point, was blowing Ian’s sanity. 
How far would she permit him to go he wondered? As he 
began rubbing her there softly he could feel her legs 
widen and those were inarguably fully definable girlish 
moans he was hearing. So short was that skirt, he could 
now see her hot little red panties and the outline of 
her sex beneath. Pushing in slightly, he felt the 
labial lips separating.

Lying pretty much beside her daughter, Tracey could 
only stare at the man’s hand between her legs as it 
continued to masturbate the girl externally. Shelley 
was wriggling about, fully uncaring that her skirt now 
was up around her hips - a beacon for lustful intent.

"Get her tits out Ian," Greg encouraged his friend, 
even as he tugged his wife’s panties below her knees. 
One glance at that scenario by Ian was all it took to 
spur his further interaction. Pushing the girl’s top 
up, exposing her slim waistline and fully unblemished 
skin, he uncovered her flimsy little bra and in the one 
continuing movement, hooked his fingers beneath it and 
tugged both her breasts free of the impediment.

Shelley gasped as her nipples were exposed and 
instinctively tried to cover herself. Warming to his 
task however, Ian forced her arms back down and 
inclined his head towards her right breast whereupon he 
began both licking and nuzzling that soft milky orb. 

It was driving Tracey insane... Greg too if the truth 
be known. Seeing their daughter being sexually 
assaulted, exceeded their wildest dreams. "Fuck me 
Greg," she demanded, her sole item of remaining 
clothing being but that strapless bra. Given his 
erection par-excellence, fucking his wife was the least 
of tasks. She drew her knees up as he entered her, 
still watching intently Ian’s hand as it massaged and 
squeezed her daughter’s hot little breasts.

Shelley was a seething mass of emotions. Arousal, 
embarrassment, pleasure, apprehension... even a touch 
of humiliation. It had been one thing to fool around 
with her mother and father in the privacy of their own 
home but allowing herself to be groped like a slut was 
something different. It was also sexually exciting and 
something she sensed both her parents wanted her to do. 
Was she expected to go the whole way though and to let 
this man fuck her right here on her parent’s bed? Did 
she want this herself?

Ian certainly did! Half mad with desire and watching 
keenly as Greg’s cock penetrated his fully-flushed wife 
to the hilt once more, he felt his own burning and 
throbbing erection fighting for survival beneath his 
zipper. That he simply had to fuck this teenager now 
was beyond question. Quite obviously her parents wanted 
this too. And yet she was only fourteen and semi-
exposed as she now was pretty much – she looked it.

"Can I fuck you sweetheart?" he asked her plaintively. 
Even before she knew why, she was nodding her assent.

Spurred-on by the carnality of what he was witnessing 
right alongside him, Greg was giving his wife a lesson 
in human-relationships. Never had he felt more in 
control – never had she felt more like a cave-girl 
about to be impregnated by the whole tribe.

As for Ian, given the go-ahead by his young conquest, 
he was now pulling the girl’s panties down with little 
thought for decorum. The skirt was an afterthought. 
Staring now at her utterly exposed triangle of cute 
little brown curls and the onset of a few giggles as 
she pretended to cover her breasts in a thoroughly 
endearing show of false modesty, he felt his lust 
topping out. He had her just how he wanted her – naked, 
vulnerable and spread.

Kneeling there paying homage to a sight that social 
etiquette teaches us is wholly out of bounds, he was 
virtually catatonic. As if to confirm that what he was 
looking at was anything but a mirage, he inserted a 
finger deep into the girl’s pussy. She gave a little 
wriggle of surprise causing a trickle of semen to run 
down the inside of her leg, the sight of which flipped 
Ian over into hyperdrive. 

Unzipping his pants, he extricated his long-suffering 
erection and held it in front of him as if waiting for 
his lady’s colors at the joust. Shelley just stared at 
it while Tracey orchestrated her legs so that at least 
three other men could have gotten themselves into her, 
had they been on hand.

At the point Ian thrust up into fantasyland, Tracey 
just let out a semi-shocked "Oh Greg!!" staring as her 
daughter’s pussy played host for the first time to a 
complete stranger.

"You have such sexy tits sweetie," Ian murmured, both 
hands now on the girl’s chest as they abused and 
fondled the soft mounds. 

Shelley could not speak... could hardly come up with 
any rational thought even as she lay there permitting 
the illicit penetration. Her entire world presently was 
one of submission as the man’s cock ground its will the 
length and breadth of her tight slit. Her hips she knew 
were angling upwards to meet his thrusts and in that, 
she knew she was pleasing him. The more he abused her 
little breasts, the more she wanted it.

With a cry of unheralded pleasure, Greg emptied 
whatever he had left in reserve, as far up inside his 
wife’s vagina as was biologically possible. It was a 
physical release the like of which he had never 
previously attained.

So transported was Tracey by the unfolding events, the 
shock-waves just kept coming. It felt like every nerve 
ending between her nipples and knees had been wired-up 
to a commercial wet-cell battery. All she could do was 
to take her daughter’s hand. Slipping into a vacuum 
herself, contact with her mother’s fingers lent Shelley 
valuable female support. It was as if the two of them 
were sharing the same rape fantasy.

Shelley was actually crying-out in emotional bliss when 
Ian began to spurt wildly inside her. She felt the hot 
cum re-lining her vaginal walls and clenched her 
internal muscles to ensure her partner was drained of 
any and all cum. Ian himself was a mess, rocking back 
on his knees now a fully spent force.

Shelley was making no attempt to close up her legs, 
simply lying there, clutching her pussy and moaning 
audibly. So much cum was running out of her, one might 
think Ian was the last of a dozen rapists. 

Greg eased his way over to his daughter and leaning 
over he kissed her gently. Unable to help himself, he 
laid a hand on her pussy.

"Oh no more dad please," she muttered, "I’m soo 
sensitive down there at the minute."

Ian took the chance to assist Tracey in sitting up. 

"She did say I could do that to her you know?" he said, 
as if seeking some third-party justification. "It was 
incredible..."

Hugging her legs, Tracey looked enquiringly at him. 
"Have you ever thought of doing anything like that with 
your own daughter Ian?"

"God no," he answered quickly, "Least not until 
tonight!" he added, sitting there unsure as to whether 
or not he should continue. "But you know Tracey, I just 
don’t know how I will ever be able to look at her now 
and not think about tonight. I realise she’s only 
nine... ten in a couple of weeks actually - and I would 
never do anything to her but I know when she starts 
‘developing’ it’s going to be real hard not to think 
about stuff... daughter or not."

"Tracey," Greg called out, "lets have some coffee hun?"

Pulling her panties and bra back on, Tracey slipped her 
dress back over her shoulders and headed for the 
hallway. Ian and Greg she noted were in some sort of 
deep discussion even while Shelley was retrieving her 
underwear and walking to the bathroom – none too 
steadily either.

"Hey Shell," called her father, "While your mom’s 
fixing us a coffee what say you go slip your school 
uniform back on, there’s a good girl."

Tracey smiled to herself.


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