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Chapter 4 A Day of No Rest
I awoke the next morning at eight and had to rush to get to nine o’clock mass. Just as my eyes opened, I had a fleeting thought that all the illicit sex had been a dream. I was brought back to reality by the realization that my penis and anus felt raw. A tender butt hole is an undeniable indicator one has recently experienced serious sex of the most sinful nature.
I gave thought to skipping communion that morning since I was in a state of sin. A trip to the confessional booth was needed to put me back in a state of grace. But Father Nolan would probably be manning the confessional and he was a major player in yesterday’s family oriented orgy. It was hard for me to envision him assigning me Penance for sins he himself had committed with my son Joshua. My concerns for my immortal soul were interrupted by Emily urging me to hurry and get ready.
The Church service progressed as normal, Thank God. I couldn’t have handled another mass orgy. Father Marquez’s homily was on the need for Catholics, especially those who were fortunate enough to live within the Isle, to share themselves with other Catholics. I had no doubt the Clausen women were eager to follow his suggestion in a biblical sense. No one mentioned the events of the previous day although Darlene Wilmot gave me a sly look when she was returning from communion. Right there in church I found myself fantasizing the two of us were wrestling and I placed her in a submission hold that allowed me to expose her sixteen year old vagina and force my cock inside. The fantasy brought on an erection I was at pains to hide during my trip to the communion rail.
Golf was also normal. I shot a seventy six taking a stroke off my handicap. It would have been two strokes but I landed in a bunker on seventeen and needed an extra stroke to reach the green. The only sexual remark of the day came from my new found fuck buddy, Ed Pryor, when we were tallying up our final score.
“Obviously, getting your brains fucked out didn’t hurt your handicap,” whispered Ed once we were in the clubhouse.
Ed, Coach Ware, and a new resident Wade Kramer, made up my foursome. Wade, his wife and four children had just moved to the Isles from Elmira, New York. He worked for Disney in marketing. It was his second career after spending a decade as a parish priest.
It was a telling moment when at the nineteenth hole and enjoying beer bought by high scoring Coach Ware, Wade passed around pictures of his family. The oldest was off to college but the three youngest were still in high school. They were recent pictures he’d made on the family’s snorkeling vacation in the Turks and Cacos. His attractive wife and two daughters were wearing minimal bikinis, the style where there was a narrow strip of material embedded in the butt crack and a small triangle of cloth barely covered the labia. Wade’s son, Brett, was a strapping sixteen year old with curly blonde hair and a man sized bulge in his bathing suit. His fifteen year old, Marcia, was a stunner with boobs bigger than her Mom and a bubble butt that was made for fucking.
When I glanced around at Ed and Coach Ware, I realized we were all thinking the same thing. “Nice looking family, looking forward to meeting them,” I said to Wade as I handed back the pictures.
Emily fixed smothered lamb chops for dinner, a family favorite. I had almost convinced myself it was going to be a normal day when Emily announced there was going to be prostate massage demonstration in the Family Room after dinner.
“But Dad hasn’t installed the Flex Douche,” piped up Joshua reminding me of a chore I’d forgot.
“I’ll do it now. It will only take a minute,” I said carrying a stack of plates to the sink.
“You’ll have to show me how to use it,” said Megan.
“Me too,” chirped in Christine.
It took me a few minutes of diligent searching before I located my tube of pipe doping compound, an adjustable open end wrench and a rag to protect the brass finish. I was in Megan’s shower stall carefully tightening the connection when a nude Megan appeared at my side holding a tube of lubricant in her hand.
“Thanks, Dad,” said my eldest handing me the lube. “You promised to show me how.” She had an expectant look on her face indicating she wanted more than just knowledge.
I hesitated a moment feeling awkward and unsure of myself. I like young girls but Megan was my own daughter. The fact she had her mother’s face and figure made it seem even weirder.
Megan hurried me along. “You better undress, Dad, unless you’re planning to get your clothes wet.”
It only took a second for me to slip out of the track suit I’d donned after I got home from golf.
“Did Grandmother Clausen have you circumcised when you were born,” asked Megan lifting my cock for a closer look. She was at the age when she wanted to know everything there was to know about sex. She was our honor student always thirsting for knowledge. I attributed her intellectual curiosity to my side of the family and the intuitive manner her hand caressed my manhood to her Mother’s.
Her warm touch caused my penis to stiffen. I sought distraction by turning on the shower. “Yes, it was the expected thing to do at the time. Today, some parents choose not to have their male children circumcised.”
“Why is that,” asked Megan beginning a slow stroking of my shaft? Her other hand cupped my balls.
“Health reasons, there are pros and cons but I am not informed on the latest information. You should research the topic on the Web,” I said while telling my conscience to take a hike. If my beautiful sixteen year old daughter wanted to play with my dick, it was all right. We were both Catholics.
“Jews are circumcised. In health class last week, Sister Mary Ignatius showed us a film of Jewish men being circumcised,” said Megan massaging my balls with one hand while stroking the now fully erect shaft. I surmised I wasn’t her first handjob.
I closed my eyes and relaxed before responding. “Circumcision is required of all Jewish males. It’s an important part of their religion.”
I leaned back against the tile wall as Megan sunk to her knees and began to lick my cock head. That didn’t prevent her from continuing the conversation.
“It was real bloody and the men were screaming their heads off. They had to be tied down. German soldiers in black uniforms pulled their foreskins out with pliers and cut them off with bayonets.”
I’d taken a world’s great religions course in college as an elective. Megan’s account didn’t sound right. “Jewish boys are circumcised when they are eight days old. It’s performed by a rabbi called a mohel in a brit milah ritual in which family members have a role to play. There’s a special dinner after the ceremony to celebrate.”
Megan ceased licking my balls to reply. “Sister Mary Ignatius said the men were adult converts to Judaism. The film was real old and wasn’t in color. According to Sister, an important member of the German government named Joseph Goebbels made it during the Second World War. She said that if a male Catholic converted to Judaism, the Jews would circumcise him just like in the film. Anthony Chu and some of the boys who admitted they weren’t circumcised were scared shitless.”
Sister Mary Ignatius had obviously gotten hold of a Nazi propaganda film and was teaching it to the students as fact. Under the circumstances, I decided not to argue. “Well, I don’t think Anthony has anything to worry about unless he gives up the one true faith.”
“Can I ask you a favor, Dad,” asked Megan.
Here it comes I told myself. She wants us to buy her a car. Emily and I had discussed getting her a used one but we hadn’t made a decision. Still, Megan was a good kid and one you could trust. She was also proving to be a talented fellatrice, a skill any father appreciates in a daughter. At the moment, I was ready to begin scouring the used car lots for a deal. “What is it, Megan?”
“I want you to take my anal virginity. I want it to be special and you’re my father,” said Megan doing a slow sensuous circumnavigation around my cock head with her tongue.
She had that sexy way of looking you in the eye as her tongue flicked around your tip teasing your piss hole. There wasn’t any doubt she was going to be an avid cocksucker whose mouth would be in great demand.
Never refuse a daughter who has your dick in her mouth. “All right,” I said. “Let’s get you cleaned out first.”
I’d squeezed a dollop of lubricant on my fingers. “Bend over, reach back and separate your butt cheeks.”
I took a few seconds to appreciate the beauty of Megan’s unsullied anus. It was an emotional moment for me realizing that as her father I had helped bring this perfect opening into existence. It was a luscious shade of pink and perfectly formed not a single hair or discoloration. Her long arms and lithe buttocks combined to make the aperture wonderfully accessible. What father could resist leaning over to place a kiss on such a delightful sight. I ran my tongue over the opening, probing its center, wishing I had the time to orally enjoy what lay beyond.
“That’s called anilingus,” said Megan between moans.
“Correct,” I said savoring the feeling of her sphincter on my tongue. However, the taste and aroma of shit reminded me of my mission. I also realized time was passing and before long Emily would come looking for me. I didn’t think it wise that she found me with my tongue in Megan’s ass.
“That feels good,” moaned Megan as I worked the lube into her butt hole. She was delightfully tight, showing her enthusiasm by moaning and squeezing my index finger as she pushed back greedy for further penetration.
“This may hurt a bit,” I said when I finished coating the nozzle tip.
Megan reacted like a future anal-holic when I forced the nozzle past her sphincter. After a loud sigh followed by a moan, she let me know how she felt. “That feels great. I can’t wait for you to put your cock in me.”
“I’m turning on the tap. It may feel a little weird,” I said slowly twisting the handle.
“It’s filling me up,” said Megan who had intuited that simultaneously rubbing her clitoris transformed any discomfort into pleasure.
I watched her abdomen swell until I judged she had taken her fill. “How does it feel?”
“I’m cramping a little and it hurts but it is a good hurt,” said Megan holding her stomach with one hand while the other worked her sex.
“You’ve held it long enough. Squat down over the drain and let her rip,” I said.
And she did, buying my left foot in soft, loose feces. The powerful stench of fresh shit filled the shower stall. It took a minute for her to finish. I used the hand held shower head to wash the muck down the drain.
“I better give you another treatment,” I said reaching for the lubricant.
I made a mental note to drop by the Ave Maria Aisles hardware store and purchase a supply of drain cleaner as I watched Megan deposit a second thick layer of caca on the drain. It took four repetitions before she produced a reasonably clean flow.
“Now you can fuck me in the ass, Daddy. And you won’t get shit on your penis,” said Megan examining the drain.
“Tempos fugit” I whispered as I quickly lubricated my still hard penis, greased her sphincter and took hold of her hips.
“Oh Daddy, I love you,” said Megan pressing her anus against my cock head.
“I love you, too, Megan,” I said as I pushed forward.
It was an emotional father and daughter moment for the two of us. In a few years she’d be off to Georgetown where she planned to study law. A succession of Catholic boys would be right where I was, positioning their cock head at the entrance to her rectum. She’d be pushing back anxious for penetration. I wondered if at those moments, my precious girl child would recall it was her Daddy’s dick that first blazed the trail.
“Fuck my ass, Daddy, fuck it hard,” yelled Megan as my penis forced her opening and slipped inside.
Megan hung on to a handrail with one hand as the other worked her clit. I reached around with one hand to squeeze her breast as I pounded away in her incredibly tight hole.
She had her Mother’s gift for loudly muttering the raunchiest obscenities while she was having intercourse. In between pleas for me to fuck the shit out of her, she requested I spank her. I immediately obliged.
“Oh fucking yes, that’s it, again, motherfucker, hit me again and harder,” said Megan after I landed an open palm to her flank. I’d used more force than I intended but apparently I misjudged Megan’s appetite for pain. It was a harbinger of things to come. Over the next few years, she organized several brutal gang bangs that were the talk of the Aisles. Her eighteenth birthday party was particularly violent but that is a story for a different time.
Thrusting and slapping away, pulling her hair, and crushing her nipples with my thumb and forefinger brought us both to a highly satisfactory climax.
“I have my father’s sperm in my bowels,” said Megan turning to kiss me. We embraced for a few minutes before Emily interrupted us.
You better hurry up or it will be midnight before I show the kids how to massage your prostate,” said Emily who had been standing in the bathroom door watching.
“Mom, did you see what Daddy and I did,” asked Megan rushing to embrace her mother.
“Just the last part,” said Emily.
“I wish we’d known you were there. It would have made it hotter,” said Megan.
“How was she,” asked Emily as we headed down the hall to Christine’s room.
“Fantastic, she’d very talented like her mother,” I said.
“It’s good to see you taking an interest in the children, Bill. When we lived in Walnut Creek, you worked all the time. They need your individual attention, especially the girls.”
Emily took the lead in teaching Joshua the art of rectal hygiene. I could tell he was thrilled to have his Mom working lubricant into his anus then filling him up with warm water.
“You’re going to be a tripod like your father,” said Emily hefting our son’s penis with one hand as she fondled his balls with the other. I was forced to agree he was well equipped. No wonder little Lacey Stevens bled when he took her virginity.
“When do I get to do you, Mom,” asked Joshua bending over and spreading his buttocks for a second cleansing?
“Soon, maybe we can talk your father into a threesome,” said Emily inserting the nozzle.
“I’d never dreamed of Josh and me doubling on his Mom but I had to admit it was an awesome idea. “Maybe this week, after school, the three of us can get together.”
“Don’t mention it to Megan or Chris or they’ll want to join us,” said Emily.
After we left Josh’s I had to rush back to the master bedroom and install the flex douche and clean out my own hole. I found Emily in her dressing area attaching her garter belt to a pair of patterned hose with a pattern that seemed familiar. On closer examination, I noted the motif was tiny crosses. When she stood up, I realized she’d made a serious effort to appear sexy. Being well aware that being complementary would get me laid, I immediately spoke. “Wow! You look unbelievable. Every man in Ave Maria Aisles will want to fuck my wife.”
“Do you really like it,” asked Emily turning around for me to get the full effect?
There was a slit in the front and back of the lace panty. A push up bra lifted her large breasts offering them to my eyes and mouth. Matching fucked me pumps elevated her rear in a most enticing fashion. In spite of having pumped a full load in Megan’s ass less than an hour ago, my manhood sprang to life. “May I ask where you acquired your incredibly hot apparel?”
“Right here in the Aisles from St. Mary Magdalene’s Naughty Boutique. All the nuns shop there,” said Emily.
I realized the last time, I’d seen those patterned hose was when Sister Catherine wheeled out the Lust Bench for my public sodomy.
“We better get moving,” said Emily.
A half hour later, I was in the family room on an old blanket to protect the carpet from lubricant and possibly other fluids. Emily had positioned me on my knees and elbows in the tabletop position. Josh was right beside me in an identical position. My son and I were hip to hip and shoulder to shoulder with our female relatives’ fingers in our anus and hands on our cock. Joshua and I exchanged tongue kisses as the women worked their magic on the walnut size gland. Emily was right. Moving to Ave Maria Aisles was bringing the Clausen’s closer together.
None of our three children had bothered to put on any clothes. Josh was sporting a man sized erection as Emily inserted two fingers in his anus and began a slow rubbing of the gland in question. Christine’s fingers were in contact with my prostate and I was moaning my approval of her efforts.
“Often, the man’s penis will produce a small quantity of clear semen when his prostate is being massaged,” said Emily reaching between Josh’s legs to capture the pre come dripping off the tip. Emily held it up for the girl’s t o see then licked it off her finger tips.
“Dad’s dripping, too,” said Megan reaching under me to capture some of the clear fluid I was producing. She licked one finger then presented the other to her sister. I have to hand it to Emily. She had done an excellent job of teaching the girls to share. There wasn’t the usual unpleasant sibling rivalry you find in many families.
“I think that about does it,” said Emily. All three of them under their Mother’s watchful eye had taken a turn inserting their fingers in my anus. Oddly, Josh had proved the most apt student working my prostate like he was a long time resident of San Francisco’s tenderloin district. I’d always heard guys are the ones who know best how to work a prostate since they have one. The same logic applies to girls and cunnilingus.
They’d located the walnut sized gland and under their mother’s patient instruction learned to gently massage the tissue until I had a raging hard on and an insane desire to rape all of them including Josh. Emily and the girls had managed to locate Josh’s smaller organ after some effort. I found it without a problem but I had the most experience inside young boy’s rectums.
“I think that about does it. Any questions?” asked Emily wiping off her hands with a towel.
“I know it’s not on topic, but Mr. Leeds said he would teach me to play the Rusty Trombone when I came to visit. Can you two demonstrate what he means?” asked Christine who seemed to have a real thing for sex with the Leeds.
“Yes, of course, Chris, basically it refers to performing anilingus on the man while you masturbate him. It’s very common in today’s environment for a sexual partner to request a Rusty Trombone,” said Emily.
I decided to hold my question for later. I was damn curious where my wife learned the definition and who taught her how. I’d never heard the phrase even though I’d performed the act many times at the Slam Dunk Club, often on sphincter’s oozing fresh semen and piss.
“Will you show us on Daddy,” asked Christine.
“Of course, actually there’s not much too it,” said Emily indicating I should assume the position.
Events of the last two days had left me with a relaxed sphincter that Emily’s tongue easily penetrated. I moaned repeatedly as her hand stroked my shaft while her tongue probed my gaped ass.
“Anyone else want to give it a try,” asked Emily.
“Me,” said Joshua immediately and he literally leaped to replace his mother.
It made me feel good that my son had such enthusiasm for attacking my back door. He covered my hole with his mouth and wiped his tongue around the inside as his hand stroked me. I would have loved to gotten off that way but he was soon replaced by Megan then Christine.
“All right, it’s getting late and tomorrow is a school day,” said Emily when Christine pulled her mouth off my sphincter.
“Mom, we would love to watch you and Dad do it,” said Megan.
“That would be so terrific. We’ve never seen you two go at it,” said Joshua.
“Although we’ve heard you fuck. You’re a real potty mouth, Mom,” added Megan.
“Do it for us, Dad. Fuck the shit out of Mom,” said Christine pleading for us to comply.
I didn’t wait for Emily to answer one way or another. I’d been stimulated out of my mind for the last hour. I needed to fuck somebody.
“What are you doing,” ask Emily as I lifted her onto the couch with her legs resting on the back support and her head hanging off toward the floor. It was my favorite position for a gagging session.
“Children, I like to start with a good face fucking” I said realizing my self control had slipped. I also realized I didn’t intend to regain it. I’d taken more than my share of shit the last few days and I needed to vent sexually. I went into a crouch, straddling her face and slapped my meat hard against her cheek. “Suck it, Bitch,” I demanded as I grabbed her left nipple and twisted.
“Go Dad,” yelled Christine.
“Fuck her, Dad. Fuck Mommy,” said Joshua.
Megan seemed to have the better idea of what I was about. “Gag the cunt, Dad. Make her choke on your dick.”
I forced my cock into her mouth and went for her throat. I slammed my dick into her gullet and held it there for a few seconds. It was a very satisfying moment when I pulled out, leaving her to gasp for air as saliva poured down into her eyes and hair.
As soon as she refilled her lungs I refilled her throat. To make it interesting, I clamped my fingers on her nose closing her nostrils. And I didn’t neglect her left tit, digging my fingers into the flesh as I took the areola through a loop de loop. I held her there until her entire body started shaking. A proper face fucking requires a certain amount of brutality.
Once more, I relented. It was the kind of inhalation one makes when you’ve tried to swim the length of the pool underwater. Yucky green colored saliva poured out over her lips covering her eyes and hair. While she filled her lungs I spread her puke over the rest of her face using my dick as a push rod.
“Swallow it all, you fucking cunt,” I yelled as I forced my cock head down her throat. I clamped her nostrils shut as I masturbated with the walls of her throat.
I decided I’d had enough deep throat when I pulled out, leaving her gasping for air with a face covered in slime. “Tell me you want me to fuck you, you slut,” I demanded as I slapped my pecker hard against her cheek.
“Fuck me, Bill. Fuck me while our children watch. I want them to know what a cock hungry whore their mother is,” pleaded Emily when she gathered enough air to speak.
I yanked her down onto the floor on her back. I grabbed her ankles and spread her legs in a split that any cheerleader would envy. She whimpered in pain as her groin muscles protested. I wedged one ankle against a table leg and the other under a chair so she wasn’t moving.
“Take it, Slut,” I cried as I plunged my cock into her pussy. I went from the opening to the bottom in a millisecond. It was the kind of plunge that’s meant to cause pain and it succeeded. My cock head bottomed out against soft flesh. That must have hurt. All the while, her left tit was feeling my fury. I’m a firm believer in finding a sensitive spot and hurting if over and over again.
“Oh God that hurts,” yelled Emily whimpering in pain. “You dick is so big. You’re ripping my cunt.”
“This is so fucking hot,” said Megan sounding very excited. A glance in her direction showed she had two fingers in her glistening pussy and a thumb working her clit.
“I want Daddy to fuck me that way,” said Christine.
“She really wants it. I can tell,” said Joshua.
“Open your mouth, Slut,” I said grabbing Emily’s jaw and forcing it open.
The kids moved closer as I allowed a gob of spit to slowly descend in Emily’s mouth. The girls were fingering their pussy and Josh was stroking his hard on. Emily had that wild eyed look women get when the sex is so fucking hot it burns. My spit landed on her tongue. She moved it around the inside of her mouth then swallowed. “More,” she demanded.
“Awesome,” whispered Joshua. I didn’t doubt his next sexual partner would be swallowing some spit.
“Pig, whore, spit slut,” I yelled before dropping another load of sputum into her maw. I captured her left areola in my mouth and bit down. She writhed in agony as I tasted her blood. I crushed her nipple with my molars. She was going crazy begging me to stop.
It was time to go for the finale. “Tell me, pig whore, do you want it up the ass.”
“Yes, I want you to fuck my ass,” said Emily who was just as out of control as I was.
“Louder,” I said delivering a hard slap to the side of her face snapping her head to one side.
“Fuck my shitter, motherfucker.” she screamed.
I flipped her over so her head and shoulders rested on the couch. “Spread for me, Whore,” I demanded.
She reached back and grabbed her cheeks. I used my thumbs to pry her hole open.
“Spit in it, Kids,” I ordered my three in a voice that brooked no argument. “Spit in your slut mother’s fucking asshole.”
Josh leaned down, covered the opening with his mouth and spit. Megan and Chris followed his example.
“You fucking whore, your butt’s full of your children’s spit. You’re nothing but a pig slut. Aren’t you?” I said.
“I’m a pig slut, Bill, just like you said,” said Emily.
“You better give me a good fuck or I’m going to twist your tit off,” I said once more brutalizing her left breast. It had been through a lot of pain in the last few minutes. I could tell by the way her body reacted, she was hurting.
“Put it in my ass, Bill. Fuck the shit out of me,” said Emily wiggling her bottom against me.
“Mom is a total whore,” said Megan spreading her Mom’s cheeks so I could go as deep as possible. “Fuck her, Daddy. Fuck her dirty ass.”
Christine reached under her Mother and worked her clit hard, delivering open palm slaps to her pussy. Josh took a seat on the couch, presented his hard cock to his mother’s mouth who immediately took it in. He grabbed the sides of her head. I could tell he was being rough showing her no mercy.
And thus the four of us fucked her. I grabbed a handful of hair and held tight as I slammed her rectum. It wasn’t long before I pumped a large load in her bowels. I was covered in sweat. Emily came thanks to Christine’s fingers. Josh demonstrated showmanship by squirting semen over his Mom’s face then pushing it into her mouth with his dick. Later, he told me he was proud his first facial was on his Mother.
Emily’s climax was one for the record books. You could see every muscle and vein in her body as she flopped about like a king marlin on the deck of a fishing boat. She ended it with a loud slap to her clit that reverberated through the house. She lay their totally spent gasping for breath with her asshole rhythmically gaping open. Personally, I found it highly satisfying. There was no question, she’d been fucked.
When I pulled out of her butt, Megan immediately began to clean my cock with her mouth. “It tastes like Mom’s shit,” opined Megan as she licked the butt slime off my softening member.
“Let me taste,” said Christine taking it away from her sister. “Yummy,” was her response as she cleaned off any remaining slime.
But when I looked down at Emily’s raw gaped asshole and noticed the trickle of semen oozing out, I realized we weren’t done.
“Felch her ass, Megan,” I said.
“What,” responded an uncomprehending Megan?
“Felch as in put your mouth on her shitter and suck my come out, but don’t swallow until I say so.” Children today need to spend more time studying their slang dictionary.
Megan proved she was hardcore as she noisily applied suction to that still open hole. Come wasn’t the only occupant. There was spit, semen, sweat and whatever else worked its way inside during a brutal butt fucking. Megan was thorough. She had apple cheeks when she finished. Christine immediately took her place, using her arms to squeeze her Mom’s abdomen to bring up the dregs.
“Let’s snowball,” I said wrapping my arms around my brood and hugging them to me while an exhausted Emily looked on. The four of us tongue kissed swapping around the contents of Emily’s rectum.
Feeling the need to further share the moment, I took my wife’s head in my hands and tilted it back. She sensed my intentions and opened her mouth. A quarter cup of butt extract slowly descended into her open mouth.
“I love you, Emily,” I said as I watched her swallow.
Megan followed my example. “I love you, Mom.”
Christine and Josh did the same. Looking back, it was one hell of an emotional moment. I don’t think any of us would ever forget that first family fuck.
I helped Emily up and we shuffled off to bed admonishing the three that tomorrow was a school day and to get some sleep.
Now that I had calmed down, I had some concerns that Emily might be upset. But she cuddled up to me in bed and said, “Thank you, Bill that was wonderful. You’re the best husband and father ever.”
Just as I was about to drift off to sleep, I realized Emily was muttering something. When I listened closer I realized she was praying.
“What’s that all about,” I whispered when she finished?
“I was thanking the Blessed Virgin for the wonderful orgasm she sent me. I started a thirty day novena last week asking the Holy Mother to bring our family into sexual communion,” answered Emily as she snuggled closer.
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