Literotic asexstories – Four Friends Ch. 03 – Sunday with Katie by oldbutnottooold,oldbutnottooold
Later that night, just before I went to bed, I got a text from Chloe.
Oh my god, what did you do to her? She’s crazed like I’ve never seen before. Not in a bad way – actually it’s a lot of fun – but you’ve got to tell me how you did that
10 minutes later, before I responded I’m jealous you’ve never left me like that. Gotta talk about that, I mean, you just met her.
Needless to say, for the first time in years, I didn’t need porn before I went to sleep.
On Sunday, I got up late, had breakfast, cleaned the house. Maybe I was being overly hopeful, but a good house cleaning never goes to waste. I showered, trimmed my nails, and did some other manscaping, remaining hopeful but not overly confident. I had just sat down to some mid-afternoon reading when there was a knock on the door. I nearly jumped out of my skin. I calmed myself, opened the door.
Katie barged right past me. “What the hell was that last night! You nearly killed me – I couldn’t think, I couldn’t relax. I had to jerk off at least 3 times before I got to sleep. I could hate you.”
“Good afternoon to you as well. Did you have fun with the girls last night?”
She punched me in the chest. “Fun? I was incoherent and nearly killed at least two boys at the club when they got too close. And don’t get me started on the look Jack gave me after you left. I looked like a hot mess. You fucking bastard.”
“You’re welcome. I thought you looked ravishing, as you do now.”
She plopped on the couch and glared at me. “Don’t make fun of me – I just threw something on and came over.”
“I am not making fun of you, never will. I think you are ravishing – you don’t need makeup or fancy hair or any of that stuff. You’re beautiful – especially, it seems, when worked up.”
“I’m not ‘worked up’, just frustrated as hell. I’ve been a pent-up piece of stress for weeks, between school, teaching and that asshole boyfriend and when I finally start feeling something – something real – you cut me off.”
“I told you that denial is my preferred form of torture. You were warned.”
“But I didn’t believe you.” She leaned back. “I’ve never known a man who would put off their own, let alone my, satisfaction. What the hell are you?”
“Not a boy. Not really an adult, but definitely not a boy. Can I get you something to drink?”
“Oh no, you’re not going to fool me again. No alcohol for this girl.”
“Water then? I’m going to have some iced tea -I’ll bring you one.”
Calmer and quieter, “That’d be great”.
“Come on – I’ll show you the house.”
I live in a 1920’s cottage- small, 5 rooms with high ceilings and good light. Not too much space, but fine for one person. A bunch of art, lots of books, comfy seating, a kitchen I’m proud of.
“God, I can’t remember the last time I went to guys place that was clean. Adult. You even have a nice kitchen – do you cook?”
“One of my pleasures, though I’m better at dessert than I am with anything other than grilling. Do you like to cook?”
“Yes, but….hold on, your trying to distract me again, aren’t you?” I just smiled and handed her the iced tea.
“I’ve asked you before, but this time I haven’t had a drink – what’s next? I can’t stand it – talk to me.”
“Let’s go back to the living room.” I went to the couch, and she sat facing me, cross-legged, on the floor.
“Tell me, as clearly as you can, what you want. What you liked, your limits, especially anything you don’t want.”
She stared at me. “If I knew, I wouldn’t have to be here, would I?” For the first time, I believed her pout.
“I’m sorry. I enjoy frustrating you, but not like this. Seriously, this time, we need to be sure I understand you – there are just too many ways this could go wrong. For both of us.”
“Agreed.”
“I promise we’ll figure this out together. I’ll ask direct questions and answer as best as you can.”
She seemed to relax a bit, grabbed my knee and squeezed. “It’s just I’m closer to something I’ve wanted for so long….” She looked directly into my eyes, almost pleading. Even as a creepy old guy I was touched, and more than a bit turned on.
“These questions are not meant to frustrate. If you can, answer simply. If you can’t, try stream of consciousness; I promise I won’t judge. Everything you say stays between us and we can stop anytime you want. Ok?”
She leaned her back against the couch, took a drink of tea. “Ok, ask away.”
“Which felt better – being restrained and left alone, or being touched last night?”
“No warmup questions? Something easier to answer?”
“Nope – this is the only way I know, unless you wanna stop.”
“No, no, no. No more stopping.” She paused, looked out the window. “Obviously, I really liked both and the first led to the second. I could have stayed like that Friday night for a long time. Lost but safe, feeling my skin pressed against itself. Leaning on you. Especially when you added the belt around my legs, wow….”
Another sip. “But yesterday, oh my god. I was not prepared for how it felt to have your hand in my hair and my arms pulled over my head. And when you – I don’t know what to call it – cupped me? No one’s ever done that to me before. It was exhilarating. I thought I was going to cum right there.” She stared into the distance for a minute, closed her eyes. I waited.
“I guess both, really, one leading to the other. But If I had to choose…” she looked at me and I nodded “then the way you gently controlled me yesterday. That was new, unexpected, and so unlike porn. Does that make sense?”
“Perfectly.” I took a sip of tea, shifting in my seat. “Did being in public add or detract? Did you remember you were in a bar’s bathroom yesterday – or was that not important?”
“I don’t know, hadn’t thought about it. I guess I did enjoy the risk of discovery Friday night, and liked knowing my girlfriends were there. They’ll never admit it, but I suspect they were a little jealous it was me and not them. But I could have been anywhere yesterday. I totally forgot we were in the bar. Now that you ask, I have no idea what I’d have done if someone walked in on us.” She looked at me again, surprise and discomfort on her face.
“Was the pace right?”
“Slow and steady? Yes. Why do people rush so much?”
“Because they’re idiots but were not talking about them here. On topic, please.”
“Sorry.”
“If we had more time yesterday, how would you have wanted things to end? Did you like being cut short? Did you want to keep going?”
“First of all, fuck you” smiling at me “you are a real son-of-a-bitch. I loved being left wanting more – but damn you. Yes, I wanted you to keep touching me. I wanted to be bend me over the sink and fuck me. I wanted you to order me to do something to you.” She leaned in. “I wanted a lot more.”
“So, to be crass, you wanted to be fingered?” She nodded. “Fucked?” Nodded again. “What else?”
She reached out with both hands, digging short nails into my thigh. “What else? Everything else. I’m not sure there is anything you could have done to me I would have objected to.”
“Things you’ve never done before but fantasized about?”
“You mean like anal? Yes! It’s never even occurred to me that I might want to try that, but yes, in that state I would have.” She leaned back, looked at me. “Have you always had this effect on women?”
“Definitely not. And anyway, I’m just trying to read your thoughts. Ok, which was more important – the pleasure or the discomfort?”
“I enjoyed being stretched, forced to hold a position, if that is what you mean.”
“Did you want that to go further? Harder?”
“Again, I don’t know.” She sat back. “I wasn’t thinking anything specific, and I don’t know how I’d react. Maybe – but maybe not. Does that make sense?”
“Of course it does. We’re all wired a little differently, and while some people know what they like, most of us don’t without trying. Can I ask some specific questions and give me a gut reaction. Don’t think, just answer. Chocking?”
“Yes” her hands came up to her face “Oh my god, I can’t believe I just said that.”
“Harder hair pulling?” “No”
“Spanking?” “Yes, but as part of something else – not on its own”.
“Good; very specific. Do you want to be called good girl?”
“Ew, no. Who’d want that?”
“You’d be surprised, and good cause I find that weird as well. Being overpowered?” She looked questioningly at me, so I added “physically being moved around without asking?”
“Oh, that sounds fun.”
“Positions?”
“Whatever comes at the time. I like them all”.
“How do you cum best? Oral? Fingering? On top? From behind?”
“Oral and fingering work really well me. The girls think I’m strange because I prefer being on the bottom rather than on top.”
“Trust me, nothing and everything about sex is strange. How oral are you?”
“I think I’m pretty good at it, but its not my favorite. But I like to have something in my mouth when I’m having sex – I sometimes bite my own hair.” She looked at me again, quizzically “I don’t think I’ve ever told anyone that.”
“Like I said, no judgement. Last question – fast or drawn out?”
“Oooohh, it depends? Both? Depends on the mood and how long since it’s been. Right now, with the way you’ve left me, fast would be fantastic.” She drew her knees up, looking squarely at me. “Ok, I’m even more worked up than before. When the hell do we do something?”
“Hold your horses, just a little more. Do you have any questions for me? Anything else I should know?”
“I’ve never been the kind of girl who likes dad bods and I’ve certainly never slept with anyone your age. Sorry, but that’s true.”
“Seems perfectly normal.”
“I’m on birth control but still want to use condoms.” She stopped and considered. “If it’s not too personal, other than the chance to sleep with a girl, why are you doing this? It’s not like I’m anyone special.”
“First of all, after the questions I just asked, nothing is too personal. Second, you are incredibly special. I’ve been around awhile, and you are extraordinary. Your whole little circle of friends is remarkable. You’re beautiful and interesting and smart and curious. Who could ask for any more than that?”
“And why am I interested? I know I shouldn’t be, but curiosity gets the better of my limited judgement. Luckily, you don’t seem repulsed, and our proclivities seem compatible. But let’s be clear – you can end this anytime and I’ll understand. I’ll never tell a soul and swear in court nothing happened. You may want to give up control in certain ways, but you’re in charge of when and how this moves forward. Ok?”
“Is that fair to you?”
“Fairs got nothing to do with it.”
“Well then, yes, it’s more than ok.”
She stood up. “So, where’s the dungeon or wherever we start?”
“Again, not so fast. I’m old – remember? While I cleaned the house, there are other things I need to be ready. Are you free tonight? And do you teach or have classes tomorrow?”
“My first thing on Mondays isn’t until the afternoon and I have no plans tonight. Not seeing the girls. Why?”
“I want to know how late I can keep you without messing up your life. Go home, take a nap, relax. No masturbating though, ok?” She nodded but didn’t look happy. Ah, to be young. “Be back here say 7. Have a snack but don’t eat anything too heavy. I need to plan.”
“You also want to torture me with waiting a little more, don’t you?”
“I’m that transparent?” I laughed as I led her to the door. I lightly kissed her. “I hope to see you later.”
She looked at me as I opened the door, held my eyes for a moment, and left.
As the evening started to settle in, I waited more impatiently than I care to admit. I’ve seen a lot, done a lot, but the anticipation which I was responsible for was almost more than I could take. Not that I’d let Katie know that.
In the meantime, Chloe texted me -I didn’t respond. I wanted to keep my word and not involve her friends at this point. This was her story to tell and if I was lucky, she’d let me listen in.
I downed a glass of wine: she couldn’t drink, but I could. I had enough lights on to see what I was doing, but not so much that anyone walking by could see inside. I had music low enough for atmosphere but loud enough to ensure privacy. She might not know I was doing this for her, but I didn’t want her to worry if she ended up regretted this.
There was a knock on the door. “Come in -its open.” She was even more lovely in the evening light. Her hair was again in a high ponytail, and I could tell that she wasn’t wearing much, if anything, underneath as the streetlight shone through her light summer dress.
She came in, locked the door, hesitated, turned around, walked toward me, held out a hand. I reached out and she placed a pair of black silk panties in my hand without ever taking her eyes off mine. I put them in my pocket, put my hands on either side of her face, leaned in and kissed her. She tensed, then relaxed. When I opened my eyes, she was still looking at me, her eyes reflecting fight, then flight, then fight again. Her hands still at her sides, I caressed her arm, placed my right hand on the back of her neck, goose bumps on her skin.
I circled close behind, always touching her. She was still and silent other than breathing. I slowly slid my hand down her back and then back up until I was lightly grasping her ponytail. Tightened my grip just enough to control her head, I stepped in, put my left arm around her waist and pulling her into me. Now I could not only hear but feel shallow breathing. Both of us were silent. I held her close for what seemed an eternity, then released her and moved to the couch.
“Remove your dress. Slowly. Don’t turn around, don’t move, just undress.”
She pushed the straps off her shoulders and let her dress fall to the floor. She’d also been thinking about tonight. For the first time, I got to see her beautiful back, tiny blonde hairs standing erect on perfect skin. In the silence, she started to lift her arms to cover herself. “Leave them at your side.” She stopped. “Walk backward to me. Don’t worry, I won’t let you fall. Trust me?”
She nodded and inched her way back until her lower back met my outstretched hand. “Place your hands behind your back. Slowly. Good. Grab your elbows.” With her arms parallel to the floor, I slowly traced the side of her thigh with the fingers of my hand. She tried as best as she could to not move, but I could feel her start to lean into the touch.
“No moving unless I tell you, ok?”
Very faintly, “ok”.
I slid my finger around the back of her calf to the inside of her leg and slowly moved it upward. Then, without warning, I pinned her forearms in place while also placing my right hand between her legs, pushing her up to her toes. She gasped, turned to look at me.
“I told you not to turn around – look straight ahead – I’ve got you; you won’t fall.”
I could feel her pushing down against my hand and knew what she was trying to do. I moved my hand in rhythm with her, I allowed pressure but not friction. My palm was warm, moist. Sitting, my head close to her midsection, I couldn’t help but notice how wonderfully she smelled.
After a bit, I lowered her, heels back on the ground. Still holding her forearms with my left hand, I used my right to find the pile of straps and things I had left under a pillow. The first strap went around her lower arms, the next about her legs.
With both of my hands free, I strapped her ankles, knees, waist and finally a wide belt around her arms and her breasts. I left most of the belts loose enough to ensure good circulation, but synched the one around her chest hard enough to elicit a drawn in breath, pressing it tightly against what I hoped were erect nipples. Standing, I used one final strap to tie wrist and chest straps together behind her back.
I pulled her immobile body close. Even naked in a cool room, she was starting to sweat.
I whispered, “Is this what you wanted?” She nodded yes, eyes closed.
“Say it.”
“Yes.”
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, I wanted this.”
I brushed my fingers lightly up and down her arms and back, avoiding erogenous zones – just skin. I worked my way around until we were facing each other, inches between us. I placed my right hand around her neck. “Look at me. Open your eyes and look at me.”
It took a moment for her to focus on me. There was that look again, the wanting, resisting, searching. “That is the look I was hoping for – you don’t know if you should give in or resist, do you?”
“I don’t. I want this – but I’m afraid.”
“Which is stronger? Do you want me to stop?”
Pause. “No.”
“Katie, you remember we are not using a safe word? If you say stop, I will stop.”
“I remember. No games.”
I smiled, continuing to hold her gaze. I slid my hand from her neck to the belt around her chest and, grabbing it tightly, pushed down. Confused, she started to panic. “I won’t let you fall. Just go where I put you.” Relaxing, bending knees, she let me push her down while keeping our eyes locked. I ran my hand over and through her hair, reassuring, until it was again at the nape of her neck. Taking the ponytail between my fingers, I lifted up, pushing her head forward, then down, then back so she recognized that I was in control. A Mona Lisa smile appeared on her face.
I kneeled as well, bringing us face to face, pulled her ponytail hard, kissed her. At first soft, lips on lips, waiting for hers to part of their own volition and, when they did, opening mine until our mouths were pressed into each other’s. Slowly, ever so slowly, I pulled my face back, Katie unconsciously leaning forward to follow, not wanting to disconnect. I brought my fingers up to her lips and she immediately sucked them into her mouth without looking away. Trying to concentrate, I reached for another strap, while my fingers, still wet from her mouth, looped the chest and knee bindings together. I drew her chest down to her knees as her eyes flipped back and forth between my face and her knees, trying to understand what was happening. When she was bent in half and could no longer look up, I tied the belt off and kissed the back of her head.
“What are you doing to me? Fuck, it’s so tight, I don’t know…what do I do?” her breathing shallow and sharp, a little panic in her voice.
I leaned forward, softly touching her back, and whispered “Shhh, relax. You’re ok.” I kissed her neck and slid behind her on the floor, wrapping my arms around her. Slowly, like at the bar, she faded into herself, moaning ever so quietly.
After a few minutes of drifting away, I took the strap connecting her arms and lowered her onto the floor. She looked at me with surprise and relief as the pressure came off her knees only to be replaced with panic again as I put my knees on either side off her waist and returned my right hand to the back of her neck. I reached back onto the couch found a gag. “Would you like to try this?” She looked at it, then me and nodded.
“You have to say it.”
“Please don’t make me….”
“Pouting won’t work. Say it or I won’t.”
“Yes, gag me.”
“I will know if I need to stop, but you won’t be able to say anything. Ok?”
“Yes, just do it, asshole.” I inserted the gag into her waiting mouth and buckled it up. That look of panic and excitement and questioning was there even more. I sat with her and stroked her face until she closed her eyes again and sank deeper into herself.
We stayed like that for a long time, me stroking her face, slowly traced my left hand down her back, across her bottom and thighs and finally between her legs. With one finger, I traced her lips, letting her wetness guide my pace as my finger sank into her. Back and forth, I rubbed from her from top to bottom, Katie moaning into the gag, rubbing her body against my hand. I added a second, and then a third finger. Her rocking increased. Inverting my hand, I placed my middle and index fingers against her opening and let her motion draw them into her. Arching them up, I rubbed the top wall of her vagina, lightly at first and then with more and more pressure. As I pushed up, she pushed down, reaching for release.
I slid my fingers out and her eyes opened, insistent and pleading. I licked them, a taste that will stay with me forever. Pushing back inside, I increased both pressure and tempo. I moved my right hand from her face to grip her ponytail, pulling off the hair tie, and gripped the hair at the base of her scalp.
I waited, watching with fascination as pressure built, movements becoming more desperate. I let her hips dictate the pace of my fingers. Finally, when she was about to come, I pulled her head back hard, her eyes flew open, surprised, disoriented and then, she came. It was a spectacular sight.
I left my fingers inside of her, pressing upward but not moving. I waited. Almost imperceptibly she started moving again, pushing harder and harder against my hand. Again, I let her movements guide the pace but this time I left my hand in her hair, moving her head around. She came once, twice, maybe more before my hand retreated. Curling up behind her on the floor, I held her sweaty, beautiful body, my nose buried in her hair, inhaling her intoxicating fragrance.
After a few minutes, using my free hand, I release one strap after another, first disconnecting her chest from her knees, then ankles and finally wrists. With that she rolled over and buried her head in my shoulder. I grabbed the throw off the couch and covered her. We laid there, as I listened to her breathe. When it seemed to return to normal, I looked down. She was staring up at me.
“Welcome back. Can I get you anything?”
“My brain? A drink of water?”
“Stay here, I’ll be right back.” I returned with glasses for both of us. She was sitting on the floor, knees up, leaning back against the couch wrapped in the blanket. I sat on the couch above and next to her and handed her a drink. She sipped, clearly thinking, laying her head against my knee.
“Don’t think too much. Don’t second guess or worry – there’s more than enough time for that later, if you’re anything like me. Just enjoy. You ok?”
“Ok?”, she looked incredulously at me “I’m don’t think I’ve ever felt better and I’m not sure what to do with that.” She took a sip, shifted to face me from the floor. “Where did you learn to do that?”
“From all the wonderful women who gifted me with their time and love. Instinct.” I sipped. “Who knows.”
Katie got up on her knees, adjusted the blanket around herself and put her chin on my knee. “I mean, I’ve never felt like that. I don’t know if I should laugh, cry, run to the girls or just talk your ear off. I’m tired and wired all at the same time. What are you?”
“I’m just a guy who has learned from his mistakes and is really lucky to have met you and Chloe. No one special.”
“Oh no, none of that self-deprecating bullshit. You were amazing. I felt safe, pushed, exhilarated, dangerous and about a million other things. You did that – you, you….”
“No my dear, you did that; I just helped. It’s you that are lovely and amazing” leaning in for a soft kiss on the lips.
We sat in silence for a few minutes, her head resting on my leg.
Suddenly, she looked up, letting the throw slip down off her shoulders. “Wait a minute – you’re still dressed? How is that possible? Can’t I do something for you?” She started to reach for my pants.
“Stop, stop, stop,” grabbing her hands and inserting my fingers between hers. “I am great – that was one of the most enjoyable experiences I’ve ever had. If I’d wanted more than I guess I could have taken more, but this was about you. Just getting to touch you, smell you, feel you, was more reward than I deserve.”
She looked at me quizzically, not really believing me. “I don’t know how to take that? Aren’t you frustrated or something?”
“That’s a young man’s lie. You reach my age, experience is more important, and more interesting, than outcome.”
She stared at me again. “I’m starting to better understand some of the things Chloe said about you. Not sure I believe them yet, but we’ll revisit that later.”
I raised an eyebrow. “Does that mean you’d like to see me again? I’m not just some poor fool to use and throw aside?” Smiling at her, I reached down and cupped her chin.
“You may not get rid of me for a while. But right now, I need to process. I have to work tomorrow, and I’m worn out.” She started to look around for her clothes. I got up and retrieved her dress, shook it out and brought it to her. I admit I did not offer the panties back.
“Are you going to be ok getting home? Would you like me to drive you?”
“I’ll be ok, thanks.”
“I’m not so sure I can in good conscious let you wander around alone. I don’t even know where you live. I do have a guest bedroom with clean sheets if you’d like to stay.”
“You’d let me stay?” she said as she dropped the dress and wrapped herself back up in the blanket. “I really don’t think I want to deal with the world or roommates right now. Too raw.” She looked at me “Are you suggesting the guest room because you don’t want me to spend the night with you?”
“I am suggesting the guest room because I snore. Loudly. And you just said you need a good night’s sleep, whereas I have no obligations tomorrow.”
“I’d rather not be alone.”
“How about a compromise. Come to bed – I’ll make sure you are sound asleep before I start sounding like a train. If I wake you, elbow me and I’ll move to the guest room.”
“Oh no, I couldn’t throw you out of your own bed.”
“You can, and you will want to. Promise me.”
“Yes master”
“Don’t even joke like that – that’s too creepy for me. I am no one’s master and you are no one’s servant. Ok?” She nodded. “I’ll show you the bedrooms, where the bathroom is, and I can find a tee shirt and shorts if you’d like. Would you like a shower?” I hoped not, since she smelled so wonderful, but was a good host.
“I sleep in the buff, thanks. And I prefer to shower in the morning, as long as you don’t mind lying next to a sweaty, stinky mess like me.”
“If that is a mess, I’m not sure I could handle you put together.”
We moved to the bedroom and crawled under the covers. She curled up next to me and fell asleep almost immediately. I really wanted to stay the night, but I know my snoring. After about a half hour, when I knew she’d sleep through the night, I tucked her in, kissed her on the cheek and moved to the other room.
…..
I’d left the shades in the guest room open, hoping the sun would wake me before she got up. But as I opened my eyes, the first thing I saw was Katie, in one of my old tee shirts, sitting lotus on the bed, staring at me.
“Morning beautiful, how’d you sleep?”
“Better than I have in years.”
“Glad to hear it.” She continued to stare. “What’s up?”
“I have about a million questions, that what. Let’s start with why.”
“Why what?”
“Why are you so nice, why are you single and why am I here with you?”
“Those are a bit all over the place. Well, I’m not so nice – if you come by a few more times, I’m sure the real me will show. I’m not single – I’m widowed and intend to remain that way for the rest of my life. It’s not that I don’t believe I could meet someone wonderful – its that I don’t want to, as I live with my wife in my head. I know that sounds crazy, but so be it.”
“That doesn’t sound crazy.”
“Give it time. And you are here because of your friend, curiosity and a desire to learn more about yourself.”
“Am I a pervert? Is there something wrong with me?”
I sat up. “Come here.” She scooted closer and I took both hands. “You are neither a pervert, a masochist nor submissive. You are a person who has fantasies, interests, desires, and history, like every other human being. You are saner than most because you figured out what works for you. All those words are just meaningless labels. As long as you don’t let your desires rule or harm you, then who is to judge? Fuck ’em.”
She looked down. “What if I judge me?”
“I would say don’t, but that’s really for you and your girlfriends, or therapist, to work through. I’m just a creepy old guy, remember.”
She jumped me, pushed me down and gave me a big hug,
“I do not understand you at all, did you know that? I am totally confused and really happy.”
“Not a bad way to go through life – wish I’d tried that.” I rolled her off me and stood up “Breakfast?”
“I wish. I know I said I don’t have anything until the afternoon, but I’ve got to get home, shower, and do all the things we girls do before we go out.”
“You can shower here. I have good water pressure.”
“I’ll remember that but not today. I’ve taken up enough of your time and I don’t believe there is such a thing as a walk of shame. Let world judge me” throwing up her hands,” I’m happy.”
I watched as she dressed, gave her a cup of coffee and we walked to the door. She gave me a hug and a lovely kiss and headed out. Turned back. “Wait, when can I see you again?”
“That, my dear, is up to you. You have my number; you even know where I live. Surprise me.”
I texted her later that day, checking in and thanking her for putting up with me. She sent a string of emojis that seemed happy and positive but which I did not understand and then I didn’t hear from her for a few days. Which was fine – I was happily sore from the living room floor and needed recovery time.
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