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As Tammy Peters stepped from the shower and prepared to get ready for school she once again studied her naked body in the mirror above her dresser. Her rounded 32B tits were just not growing fast enough. Playing with them hadn't helped, and even though when she rubbed ice cubes over her nipples, while it did make them hard for a few minutes, they never stayed that way long enough to cause her father or brother to notice them. Or so she thought. Tammy's mother, Ellen, was a very nice, conservative woman in her middle age who thanks to the miracle of genetics had inherited her own mother's wonderful metabolism. Endowed with large breasts, a firm stomach, and great ass and legs, at 5'8" tall and a weight of only 140, Ellen was, as Carl often teased, "built for fucking."

Perhaps due to her large 38D breasts, Ellen had always been the subject of crude comments and inappropriate lines from boys during her school years, and men afterward. Because she was so shy, she had always tried to dress to hide her body, but with little success. Until she'd met Carl, Ellen had never even dated much. The few times she had gone out with boys in school she had ended the evening fighting off their attempts to fondle her huge tits, something she had always hated to have to do. She wanted to be popular, but not the kind of popularity the boys wanted from her. And so she spent her school years pretty much alone. The only man she ever loved, until Carl, had been her father. Even now, whenever she thought of the things they used to do together made her pussy wet.

The first time he'd fucked her had been Heavenly, and it only got better after that when her mother joined in with them. So Ellen's teenage high school years had been spent engaged in incest with her mother and father, not having sex with her classmates like so many of her slutty girlfriends bragged about. "If they only knew," Ellen often thought, smiling secretly at the knowledge of what she did with her parents.

After high school Ellen had worked as a receptionist for a construction company, and it was there she'd met Carl. He was tall, dark, and handsome, and reminded her very much of her father. When she finally agreed to go out with him, he was a perfect gentlemen. On their first three dates Carl hadn't even tried to kiss her, and when he finally did it was a gentle, proper kiss, not one of those crude open-mouth kisses so many of her classmates had tried on her on the few occasions when she had gone out on dates. Eventually Carl won her over completely, and when they finally made love, his tender caresses and loving kisses were so much like her father's she knew this was a man she could love and live with forever.

They were married two weeks after herbirthday, and shortly afterward Jeff arrived, and then Tammy. Jeff and Tammy were adults now, and as tall and good looking as his father and mom. So good looking, in fact, Ellen sometimes wondered what it would be like to fuck him. She knew Carl was wondering the same thing about Tammy, and often fantasized about the four of them having sex together, just as she had with her own parents before they were killed in that horrible car accident years earlier. When Tammy came bounding into the kitchen for breakfast, Ellen was struck by just how grown up her daughter was becoming.

Wearing a short skirt, with no bra to hide her full breasts, the girl looked like a hot sexy girl. Ellen's face flushed, as she suddenly wondered what it would be like to see her husband fucking their daughter. "Tammy Peters, you go right back upstairs and put on a bra. You can see your nipples right through that thin tank top," Ellen scolded, her cheeks red. "Oh Mom, don't be a drag. It's too hot to wear a bra. Besides, with tits as big as mine I don't need a bra anyway," Tammy pouted. "Tammy, darling, I know you're anxious to grow up. But you have plenty of time, honey. Don't rush it. You only live once. Enjoy your teenage days for as long as you can," Ellen soothed. She knew how badly Tammy wanted breasts like Ellen's, and wondered if her daughter would ever get them.

With her jet black hair and dark complexion Tammy looked much more like her father than the fair-skinned, red haired Ellen. "Yeah, sure, Mom. That's easy for you to say. Look at you. You have the greatest tits in the world. Whenever a student comes over to do homework with me that's all I hear. 'God, Tammy, your mom sure does have nice boobs!" or, "Jeez, Tammy, your mom looks like a centerfold.' I get sick of it, Mom. I can't compete with you," Tammy said, her voice beginning to tremble slightly as tears formed in the corners of her eyes. "Baby," Ellen said, walking over to her daughter, hugging her. "It's okay. I can't help how I look any more than you can. Honey, you'll either have big boobs some day or you won't. Not much you can do about that. But if you work at it, there are other ways to get boys to like you. Use your brains, Tammy. You're a smart girl. Make them want you for your intellect, not your body," Ellen lectured. "Oh RIGHT! I can just hear them now. 'Gee Tammy, you sure do have a great brain there. Too bad you don't have a body to go with it.' Sorry, Mom, but that isn't going to cut it. And Mom," Tammy said, picking up her books, walking toward the door, "I'm not a little kid anymore. I . . . I WANT to look sexy.

Sometimes I get so hot I can hardly stand it, and I'm tired of just . . . well . . . playing with myself! I want someone else to do it to me, Mom. I get horny . . . real horny, and I know you can't understand that, but sometimes I just wish I could . . . I could . . . get FUCKED by somebody!" Tammy cried, bolting from the room before Ellen could respond. After her daughter had gone, Ellen thought about their conversation. Was Tammy really that grown up already? Was she ready for sex? Ellen remembered how old she was the first time she and her father had fucked. She was just about Tammy's age, wasn't she? Or was she older . . . Yes, she was. And she remembered how hot she had been in those days, too. So no wonder Tammy was frustrated. By the time she was Tammy's age Ellen had not only been fucking her father, she'd been eating her mother as well. Perhaps it was time to have a talk with Carl about this. He'd know how to handle it. Yes . . . she talk with Carl about it, that very night. After the kids were asleep, Ellen snuggled next to Carl, took a deep breath, and said, "Honey, we have to talk." "Yeah? What about?" Carl asked, only half-listening. Leno had a hot babe on the show, a blonde from Baywatch, and whatever Ellen had to say couldn't be half as interesting as this beauty's prominently displayed tits. "It's Tammy," Ellen began. "She . . . she's growing up, Carl." "Yeah, I know," Carl said, listening a little more attentively now, but still focused on the Baywatch babe. "Today she told me she . . . she said . . . she . . . ." Ellen began, then stopped. "She what, honey?" Carl said, turning toward Ellen now, concern showing on his face. He adored his daughter, and if something was wrong . . . . "Oh honey, she said she's tired of masturbating and wishes she could get fucked," Ellen blurted out. "There. I've told you. Now what do we do about it?" "She said that?" Carl gasped. "My little baby said she masturbates? And wants to get FUCKED?" "That's right, darling. She's not a child any more you know." "She's fucking teenager, Ellen. That is STILL a virgin, for Christ's sake," Carl fumed. "I can't believe this. She MASTURBATES?" "Oh don't be so shocked, Carl. Your son has been jerking off for years, you know. I find his magazines and those sticky towels he uses under the bed all the time. He knows I find them, too, because a couple of years ago he thanked me for washing them." "Well, sure. But Jeff's a guy. Guys always jack off when their his age.

But Tammy. My DAUGHTER! I just never thought about her that way," Carl said, instantly feeling a tingling sensation in his cock, followed immediately by a rush of guilt. "So what do we do about it, Carl? What should I tell her? I don't want her getting pregnant. Should I put her on the pill? Or buy her some condoms? We need to decide this together," Ellen said, hugging her husband. "Jesus. I don't know. She really plays with herself, huh. And said she wants to get fucked . . . ." As she looked down his body toward the TV, Ellen was surprised to see Carl's cock sticking up beneath the thin sheet covering them. "Carl! Is this turning you on? Thinking about your daughter playing with herself, or getting fucked by someone?" "Of course not!" Carl protested. "Then what's this?" Ellen giggled, reaching down to grasp Carl's cock in her hand, squeezing gently. Carl slept nude, and with her cool fingers encircling his shaft it grew even harder. "Oh God, baby, that feels good," Carl groaned, turning toward his wife, fondling her breasts beneath the thin negligee she was wearing.

It was cut low, and when Carl reached inside to fondle her, Ellen breathed, "Tammy said she wished she had tits like mine. She said the boys who come over to visit her always talk about what a good body I have." Ellen's pussy was getting very wet, and as Carl turned toward her she raised her leg and helped Carl slide his cock into her. "Oh God, baby, you're so fucking wet," Carl moaned. "I know. I guess it makes me hot to think about our daughter masturbating, and possibly fucking. It makes me hot to wonder which of her little friends wants to fuck me, too, Carl. I think it's fun to turn on a teenager, a virgin, like that. I wonder what it would be like to really fuck one . . . a young, virile teenager like that," Ellen moaned, moving her hips as Carl's cock slid slowly in and out of her. "What about Jeff?" Carl breathed, licking his wife's ear seductively. "I bet he'd love to fuck his mother, judging from the way he looks at you all the time," Carl said. "Oh God, Carl, JEFF?" Ellen gasped, her pussy flooding again. "He . . . he looks at me like that? I've never noticed," she moaned, instantly imagining what it would be like to feel her handsome handsome son's cock inside her, fucking her like Carl was now. "Have you ever noticed any of your panties missing?" Carl asked. "Yes. As a matter of fact, I have.

How did you know?" Ellen asked. "Because I found a pair in Jeff's closet. I was looking for the tennis shoes of mine he borrowed, and tucked back in the corner under some old shoes I found a VERY fragrant pair of your nylon panties. The red ones with the black lace. The ones we bought that time in Las Vegas from that sleazy lingerie shop, remember?" "God, Carl, I haven't worn those in months. The last time I wore them, I . . . ." "You what?" Carl asked, sliding his cock deeper inside his wife's pussy, egging her on. "I . . . I masturbated in them. I put them on one day while I was watching a soap opera, and I masturbated in them. I was soaking wet, Carl. And hadn't showered yet. God they were so rank when I took them off I immediately threw them in the dirty clothes hamper. Come to think of it, I haven't seen them since." "Well I'm sure Jeff has enjoyed using them, baby. The scent of that nice juicy cunt of yours probably makes his dick turn into an iron bar," Carl teased. "God knows it tastes sweet enough. He probably sucks them, too." "STOPPPPPPP!" Ellen groaned, the first of her multiple orgasms suddenly washing over her.

"Oh God, Carl, forgive me, but I'm GLAD Jeff likes my panties, and the smell of my cunt. It turns me on, Carl, just like it would turn you on to sniff a pair of Tammy's wouldn't it," Ellen smiled. "Tammy's? God, I guess it probably would," Carl admitted, feeling his cock throbbing at the thought of it. "Want to find out?" Ellen said mischievously. "Find out?" Carl mused. "Wait here," Ellen said, pushing away from Carl, quickly getting out of bed. She left the room, and returned in seconds, carrying a pair of Tammy's panties. "Where'd you get those?" Carl asked, his cock twitching now, dripping pre-cum on his thigh. "From her clothes hamper.

She's sleeping soundly, and I was very quiet. Here, darling," Ellen said, crawling back into bed, sliding on top of her husband, feeling his cock entering her again as she held the crotch of her daughter's panties under Carl's nose. "Smell her, Carl. Smell her cunt. Isn't it delicious?" "Oh GOD!" Carl moaned, the scent from his daughter's pussy overpowering. "She must have been wearing them when she masturbated, darling. Smell it? Smell her fragrant young pussy, Carl? I bet she left a few pee drops in the crotch, too, don't you think? Don't they smell a little pissy, too, darling? Want to taste them, Carl?" Ellen asked, on fire now over what she was doing. "Want to suck Tammy's cunt juice out of her panties, darling? Do it, Carl. SUCK THEM!" Ellen commanded, stuffing the panties into Carl's mouth, another orgasm slamming into her as she felt Carl's cock explode inside her cunt. "Oh babyyyyyyy!" Carl groaned, his cock spurting now, filling Ellen's cunt with cum.

This was too much . . . lying here with his wife on top of him, her huge tits pressed into his chest as he sniffed and licked and sucked the pissy, salty juices from his daughter's panties. "Give them to me, Carl," Ellen said, her voice strangled, eyes glazed with lust. "I want some, too." Stunned, Carl watched as Ellen first sniffed, inhaling deeply, then began sucking their daughter's panties. Another orgasm took her, and as Carl watched, she began trembling violently, her eyes rolling into the top of her head as a long, animalistic growl roared from somewhere deep inside her. Afterward, when they both had stopped gasping for breath, Ellen lay next to Carl, in his arms, talking silently. She had never told Carl of her affair with her parents, but now maybe it was time she did. "Darling," she began. "I have a secret to share with you. I never told you before because my parents were dead and I didn't see how it could make any difference.

Now, perhaps it may be relevant." "What, baby?" Carl asked, kissing her tenderly on the side of her forehead. "When you married me you knew I wasn't a virgin, didn't you." "Yes. Neither was I. So?" "You never asked who the lover was who took my virginity either, did you," Ellen said quietly. "One of the things I loved about you on our wedding night." "I figured you married me, so whoever the guy was he was history, right?" Carl smiled, hugging her lovingly. "Well . . . not exactly, honey. You see . . . the man who took my cherry, and who continued to occasionally fuck me for a couple of years after we were married, was . . . my father." "EARL?" Carl gasped. "You fucked your FATHER? Even after we were married?" "Yes, darling.

A few times. It had been going on a long time, honey. And there's more, Carl. Mom . . . my mother . . . participated, too." "Ethel??? Jesus Christ, Ellen, why didn't you ever tell me?" Carl asked, stunned. "I didn't think it mattered, honey. They weren't lovers, in the adulterous sense, you know? They were my parents . . . family. I didn't think that counted, and certainly NEVER considered what I did as being unfaithful. No more than when you kiss your mom today. Only . . . in our case we did more than just kiss." "God, Ellen. This . . . this is very hard to believe," Carl said, not quite knowing how to feel. "I know, sweetheart.

But it all happened so long ago. I saw no reason to bring it up now, and I've certainly never been unfaithful to you with anyone else, man or woman. But now . . . now that we know Tammy is thinking about fucking, and from what you've told me about Jeff using my panties to masturbate with. Well . . . I was just wondering how you'd feel about us initiating them into their first sexual experiences." "US?" Carl croaked, coughing. "Yes, Carl. Us," Ellen grinned. "What I'm asking is how would you feel about fucking our daughter, and allowing Jeff to fuck both of us as well." "I don't know," Carl said, excited yet scared of what his wife's suggestion might bring. "You'd enjoy fucking Tammy, wouldn't you, darling? Think about it.

Sliding this," Ellen said, squeezing Carl's cock, "inside your daughter's tight young virginal cunt. She's love it, Carl. Oh God I just know she would." "And you'd love feeling Jeff's dick in this, too, wouldn't you," Carl grinned, sliding his two middle fingers into Ellen's pussy. "Yes," she answered, her voice gravelly, husky. "I would." "Then if you think it's okay, let's go for it," Carl said, his cock growing hard again. "Let's fuck them. Both of them. God help me, but I want it. I really do," he said, rolling on top of Ellen, sliding inside her again. "Oh God, Carl, yes, fuck me, and pretend I'm Tammy and I'll pretend your Jeff. Fuck me, baby. Fuck Mommy while your father fucks your sister. Afterward you and Tammy can go to her bedroom and spend the night together fucking," Ellen gurgled, her hips pumping up and down as fast as she could move them now, her orgasm almost there, driving her crazy as she thought about the possibilities that lay ahead for them all.

The next morning, a Saturday, Tammy, Jeff and Carl were sitting at the kitchen table eating the pancakes and sausages Ellen was serving. All four of them were wearing bathing suits, as was their custom on Saturday morning. After breakfast, they were going outside to the pool for their traditional Saturday morning family swim. This was a ritual Ellen had insisted upon some years earlier, and the children knew unless there was something special they had planned, that Saturday mornings were to be devoted to the family. It was their special time together, to talk about what had transpired during the week. As they floated in the pool after breakfast, Ellen decided it was now or never. "Jeff," she began tentatively. "Yeah, Mom?" "Darling, you know I've been washing out your special dirty towels for you for a couple of years now, right honey?" Jeff's face reddened, and he looked quickly at his dad. "Yeah," he said suspiciously. "Well darling, why haven't you given me my red panties to wash, too? They must be very sticky by now aren't they?" Ellen said, noticing her son's immediately discomfort.

"I . . . what panties, Mom. What are you talking about?" "The red panties of your mother's with the cum stains on them I found in your closet the day I was looking for my tennis shoes, sport," Carl laughed. "Come on. Fess up. You've been busted." "Aw, jeez, Dad," Jeff said, his face beet red. "Honey, it's okay. It's perfectly normal for a boy your age to masturbate. In fact, as your father and I just found out, your sister has begun masturbating, too, haven't you, Tammy," Ellen said, turning to her daughter. "MOTHER!" Tammy gasped. "How COULD you say something like that in front of Dad and Jeff!" "Oh honey, don't be so shy about it. It's okay to masturbate. It really is. Gee, sweetie, your father and I still do it. All the time. Don't we darling." "You do, Daddy? Really?" Tammy asked, turning toward her father, sneaking a glance at his growing cock as he lay on his back in one of the pool chair floats. "So does your mother, kid. Hell, there's nothing wrong with masturbating.

Feels pretty good if you ask me, so why not?" Carl grinned, reaching down inside his suit to adjust his erect cock. Tammy's eyes widened as she saw what her father had just done, and now the length of his huge dick could easily be seen resting on his stomach beneath the thin covering of his Speedo suit. Carl was in excellent shape from his construction work, and on weekends generally wore a European bikini style suit. Today his cock was so erect it was almost sneaking out above the top of his suit. "God, Daddy . . . I had no idea," Tammy said, feeling her pussy tingling. "So Jeff, you never answered my question," Ellen said, gliding smoothly across the pool to hang onto the edge of the pool next to Jeff. "Where are my panties? Do you use them to masturbate, darling? Tell me. Please, Jeff. I really want to know." "Yes," he mumbled, head down, ashamed, more ashamed than he could ever remember.

"It's okay, Jeff," Ellen said quietly. "In fact, it turns me on to think my big, handsome son can get turned on by his old mother's panties." "You're old," Jeff grinned, looking up, seeing the lust in Ellen's eyes. "You have a better body than half the girls in my school, too," he added. "It sure is better than mine," Tammy pouted. "All my friends think Mom has the best body they've ever seen." "It is pretty good, isn't it," Carl said proudly. "And she sure does know what to do with it, too.

Like last night, right baby?" "Oh you!" Ellen scolded, grinning. "And what about you? Don't tell me you weren't more turned on than normal when I let you sniff Tammy's panties. I can understand why panties are such a turn-on now, Jeff. You should have seen your father last night when I went and got a pair of Tammy's panties out of her dirty clothes and let your father smell them." "MOM! You took a pair of my PANTIES? And let Daddy SNIFF THEM? While you were FUCKING?" Tammy gasped, feeling her pussy tingling more now, so aroused she could hardly keep from touching herself. This conversation was too much.

God she was getting hot, and so was Daddy judging from the way his huge cock kept throbbing under his thin swimsuit. "You don't mind, do you, dear? I felt it only fair if Jeff is using my panties to sniff and cover his cock with while he plays with it. Your father LOVED the way your pussy juice smelled, baby. In fact, it made him so hot I had him pretend I was you while he was fucking me." Then, turning toward her son, Ellen said, "And I pretended he was you, Jeff. I pretended it was you who was fucking me. Aren't I a shameful old perverted mother?" "God, Mom, I wish it would have been me," Jeff exclaimed. "Really darling? Would you really like to fuck me?" Ellen asked, moving closer to her son. Their wet bodies embraced, and she felt for the first time how hard his cock was when she pulled him into her, pressing her tits against his chest, letting him feel their fullness while beneath the water she felt his hard cock pressing into her crotch. "God, Jeff, why don't you just fuck her right here!" Tammy smirked, watching as her mother and her brother continued to embrace.

Tammy could see her mother's hands around her brother's ass, pulling his body closer, and when Jeff slowly slid his hands down to Ellen's ass, Tammy gasped. "Come here, baby," Carl said to Tammy, his voice deep, serious. Tammy swam over to her father, then grasped the edge of the float, her head between his outstretched feet, inches from his cock. "I love you, Daddy," she said, her eyes filled with excitement. "So much!" "Enough to fuck me, Tammy?" Carl asked, his excitement as evident as hers. "Oh GOD, Daddy, do you MEAN IT?" she swooned. "Does this look like I don't mean it?" Carl asked, reaching down to quickly roll his suit to his knees, freeing his enormous erection. Tammy's eyes widened, and when Carl grasped his cock in his hand and aimed it at her face, Tammy drew closer, unable to stop herself, until she felt her lips touching it, touching the crown of her father's cock. "Oh God, yes, baby, suck me, suck my dick, suck your father's dick, you sweet young thing," Carl groaned. "Jesus, Mom, look what Tammy's doing," Jeff gasped. "We can do that, too, darling," Ellen breathed. "Or we can do this." Quickly she reached down and tugged Jeff's suit to his knees, then did the same with her own.

Before he knew what was happening, Ellen removed the bottom of her suit, then spread her legs and mounted her son, grasping his cock to guide it inside her, directly inside her wet pussy. "Now fuck me, Jeff," she moaned, wrapping her legs around his waist, feeling his young cock growing larger inside her cunt. "OH MOMMMMM!!!!!!" the son groaned, immediately filling her with spurt after spurt of hot cum. "Yes, baby, do it, fuck me, fuck mommy. Give me all that hot young teenage cum, baby. Later we can do it again, and again, and I'll suck you off, too, Jeff, like Tammy is doing to Daddy. Would you like that, Jeff? Would you like to have Mommy suck your cock until you come in my mouth and all over my face?" "Ohhhhh Godddddddd!!!" the boy moaned, his cock still spurting gobs of cum into his mother's pussy, so hot he felt as though his insides were being ripped out of him through the end of his cock.

It was wonderful . . . unlike anything he'd ever felt before, and she said they could do it again, and said she'd even SUCK him. God what a great Saturday this was, and the weekend was only just beginning. "God, Daddy, you have a beautiful cock. I love sucking on it," Tammy groaned, masturbating as she licked and sucked her father's cock. She had come twice already, but still wanted more . . . much more. "Do you want me to fuck you, baby?" Carl asked, his eyes hooded, filled with lust. "GOD YES!" Tammy shrieked. "Then let's get out and do it," Carl said, paddling to the edge of the pool. He and his daughter got out and moved to a nearby chaise lounge chair. Tammy quickly stripped off her suit and Carl did the same, his enormous cock bobbing up and down in front of him, rock hard now, as he watched his beautiful young daughter stretching out in the lounge chair, her legs on the ground, pussy open and dripping, dusted with a thin coating of dark black pussy hair. Her cunt hair was long and silky, almost Asian looking, unlike the short, crinkle hair of her mother's Irish heritage. "You have a very beautiful pussy, Tammy," Carl gurgled. "I have to see how it tastes before I fuck you, okay?" Immediately he was between her thighs, licking, then sucking her open dewy cunt.

Tammy screamed. The pleasure was so intense, and just the knowledge that it was her very own father who was doing this to her . . . well . . . it was almost more than a girl could stand. She was coming continuously now, one smashing orgasm after another, and when finally, blissfully, her father climbed up on top of her and began sliding his thick cock inside her pussy, well . . . nothing had prepared her for the fantastic feelings she was experiencing at that most significant moment of her life. She had masturbated using her hair brush, and even a banana one time when she was home alone, but nothing could compare to the sensation of having her father fucking her.

Fortunately the hair brush had broken her cherry, so the pain of her father's fucking her was minimal, especially since she wanted it so much. "Oh God, baby, you're tight . . . so fucking tight," Carl groaned, pumping his cock deeply inside his daughter's cunt. Ellen and Jeff were next to them now, watching, talking about them. Carl turned and looked up at Ellen, seeing the lust in her eyes as she stood there next to them, Jeff's cock in her hand while he fondled her naked breasts. "I . . . I have to come now, baby," Carl gasped. "Oh YES, Daddy, DO IT! COME INSIDE MY PUSSYYYYYYY!" Tammy shrieked, wrapping her legs around Carl's waist as he drilled deeper into her. Her eyes were rolled upward, and spit was drooling out of the corner of her mouth as she turned and tried to focus on the cock suddenly touching her cheek.

Trying harder, she managed to see what it was. Ellen had led Jeff over to his sister, and was touching Tammy's face with his cock. "Oh yeah, baby. Make her suck him. Suck your brother's dick, Tammy. Blow him while I fuck you," Carl urged. Tammy smiled at Jeff, then opened her mouth and began sucking him. His eyes were glazed, just like Mom's, and in seconds he was coming, shooting gobs of youthful cum onto Tammy's tongue before Ellen pulled the cock from Tammy's mouth so it could coat her face with the sticky jism. "Oh GODDDDDD!" Carl cried out, pumping deeply into his daughter's pussy as he watched his son's cum spewing out onto Tammy's cheeks and lips. He came, so violently it almost hurt, yet his orgasm was the most intensely pleasurable he'd ever felt. So this was what they meant when they said, "Incest is best!" Whoever came up with that one certainly knew what they were taking about, he decided. And we've only just begun . . .
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2023-05-09 22:26:38
Great story well written! Thank you. More please!

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