Random Snapshots #13
As Jon and his stepmother, Melanie, walked down the jetway to board the plane, he could already detect a change in her mood. Melanie hated to fly. She feared it. He remembered when his dad was still alive, he had to fight like a tiger with her to get her to go on fun trips that required flying. She would rather have stayed home and been bored than get on a plane for someplace like Hawaii. Jon never understood it, but he knew some people had irrational fears of such things. What had surprised him was he thought she had gotten over her fear of flying in recent years. She fought his dad a lot less and at times even seemed eager to go. But once Jon's dad died, her fear returned and she vowed not to ever fly again. That was a bold statement for someone not yet 40 years old. Jon was only 23 years old himself and loved flying to distant places when he got the chance. Jon's only complaint was, at 6'2" tall, the leg room and the narrow seats were not very comfortable for more than about three hours. When Melanie told him she would fly him to anywhere in the US as his college graduation gift and spend a week wherever he wanted to go, he at first thought she meant she would send him somewhere for a week and buy his ticket. So when she made reservations for both of them he was surprised, but pleased. Unlike most step parent, step c***d relationships, theirs was quite good. His biological mother had been a hot mess for as long as he could remember and her addictions were finally her undoing when he was 14. His dad had done the best he could as a single parent, but they were both relieved when his dad met Melanie and she hit it off with Jon right from the beginning. It could have been very difficult given his age, but even he knew he needed a mother and Melanie was everything his real mother was not, including being a mother to him. The fact that she was pretty and built like a goddess certainly didn't escape a sixteen year old boy when his dad and new mother finally got married. But she was kind and patient, and he saw an instant change in his dad when she entered their lives. It was the first time he could remember his dad being happy. Now, both of Jon's parents were gone and Melanie stayed the course and Jon loved her for it. He called her "mom" until a few months after his dad died, then one day she brought it up to him.
"You know something, Jon? I have always loved the fact that you call me "mom". You can continue to call me that if you want to, so don't take this wrong. With both of your parents gone now, and me knowing that I don't necessarily have the authority of a mother over you, I won't insist that you call me that. If you prefer, you can call me Melanie or, like my friends, you can call me Mel. But you are welcome to call me mom if you prefer. I just wanted you to know you had the freedom to call me whatever you want."
He respected her sensitivity toward his circumstances and said that he still preferred to call her "mom", but he would think it over. He wondered how he could put her at ease as they boarded the plane and show her the same courtesy and sensitivity she had always shown him. The plane was only about two-thirds full and their seats were near the back of the plane. There were two empty rows behind them, three empty rows in front and only one person seated within three rows of them on the opposite side of the aisle. The flight attendant was a 50 something woman who looked as if she had seen it all before at least once, but was kind and patient. She was built a lot like Melanie - long slender legs, large, heavy tits and a smaller than average waist. She even had the same hair color as Melanie. Jon thought for a moment that they could have represented a time warp of some type, being the same person in the same place, at the same time, just 20 years apart. Jon instantly liked her.
"It looks like we have plenty of room, so you don't have to sit right next to each other unless you want to. You can spread out if you prefer," she told them.
They had just gotten seated and buckled and Melanie smiled pleasantly and thanked the woman, but she chose to stay in the middle seat with Jon at the window. Jon understood. She already had a tight grip on his hand and he could feel the fear slowly rising in her just from the tight grip she had on his hand.
"It's gonna be alright, mom. Just try to relax. You can squeeze my hand as tight as you need to and if there is anything else I can do to help, let me know."
She smiled up at him, leaned over and kissed his cheek. "Thank you, honey. I know I can count on you."
"I have a question," began Jon. "I thought you had gotten over your fear of flying. The last two or three trips you took with dad, you seemed to actually enjoy going and looked forward to it. Why the sudden change back to fearing planes again?"
Melanie immediately blushed. At first she didn't answer, just shrugged. She thought about it a few minutes and then looked at him with hesitation before leaning over to whisper something to him.
"I probably shouldn't tell you this. You know how your dad was. He wouldn't mind, but I wouldn't want anyone to ever know how he handled it with me. It was certainly unconventional, but it worked and we both had fun with it enough, we looked forward to it. It was so risque...and even what you might call erotic. Some would call it flat out indecent. Whatever."
Jon had no idea what she was getting at, never thinking of anything remotely possible on an airplane. But after a couple of minutes of silence, Melanie continued.
"We always managed to have a pretty good sex life and he found ways to keep it interesting. I will never tell you any details other than what he did to help me with air travel. After about the third flight of me always on the verge of losing my shit, the next time he forced me on a plane, while I sat next to him white-knuckled on the armrest, he pried my hand loose and stuffed it in his pants. He told me to concentrate on making him hard without anyone noticing what I was doing. He laid his jacket over his lap and insisted I make him hard. He even undid his pants and told me I had to make him cum. While I did that, he slid his hand up my shirt and teased my tits until I was ready to fuck him on the plane in front of everyone but the pilot. Then he slid his hand inside my pants and told me that whoever came first had to give the other one head in the family restroom as soon as we reached the destination airport. I came first, nearly caused people to think I had had an anxiety attack."
They were both laughing and Melanie was starting to relax. "So we got the airport and he nearly dragged me to the nearest family restroom, pulled me inside and I gave him the best blowjob he had ever had."
Now Jon understood possibly why Melanie dressed like she did for the two hour and s*******n minute flight. She took dressing for comfort seriously, not because she planned to jerk off her stepson, but because she might be able to get by thinking of those moments while on this flight with Jon. She did not wear a bra. Jon noticed that before they left the house. She wore a loose fitting pullover top, a loose skirt that reached mid-thigh and kept a jacket and a small blanket d****d over her arm even though the evening at both ends of the flight were supposed to be mild enough for a jacket to be frivolous extra baggage. As Jon tried to get his mind off of her story and to keep Melanie from noticing the bulge in his pants, the plane backed away from the gate. Melanie's distant, calm gaze turned to stone etched with fear as she felt the plane begin to move. She gripped the armrests tighter than ever and Jon felt nothing but pity for her at that moment. She was putting herself through her own version of hell to give him a special experience and he felt guilty.
The plane taxied to the runway and she seemed to calm down a bit. Jon leaned over and told her to think about her favorite flight with his dad. She blushed again, looked away and smiled. As the plane began to gain speed and they felt the wheels leave the ground, she turned pale again and began to shake. Jon did the only thing he could think of and pulled her hand from the armrest and stuffed it in his pants. He quickly pulled the small blanket she carried and threw it over his lap. She would not look at him, but did not resist either. He unfastened his pants, pulled down the zipper and then let his hands rest on top of the blanket, allowing her to do whatever she felt she needed to do.
Melanie continued to stroke, massage, and fondle his cock, never letting on that she was surprised by the size of it in her hand. Her mind was calculating the length as she toyed with it, estimating 8-10" and impressively thick. She licked lips as her mouth felt suddenly dry. She hadn't anticipated this development even as she was relating the story of how his dad and solved her fear. She was actually grateful and aroused even as she knew how inappropriate it was given who she was with. As he stiffened to her touch, she had a strong desire to actually see it and so she lifted the blanket with her free hand to peek at it before the flight attendants began to move around the cabin when the seat belt lights went off. She found it to be a thing of beauty, something worthy of begin lusted over. Without realizing it, she was no longer feeling fearful. Soon the plane leveled off, but the ride was a little bumpier than they expected and she continued her hand game with Jon's cock.
She took his hand and guided it to the lower hem of her loose shirt and he knew what she wanted. He slipped his hand under and upward until it reached one of her large, firm, heavy tits. He thought he might cum right then and there. He had felt his share of bare tit before, but nothing like hers. He gently and slowly roamed the heavy globe nearest to him and eventually zeroed in on her nipple, tweaking it in the way his girlfriends always seemed to respond to the best. Melanie was no different. She took a deep cleansing breath and let her eyes drift shut as she relaxed to the pleasure engulfing her tit. For his part, Jon was as hard as steel under the blanket and he was amazed at how small and firm her nipple was for being attached to such a large melon.
Neither noticed that seatbelt light was off and didn't realize the situation had changed until the flight attendant walked by, giving them a knowing glance, smirking a bit and moved on. When the flight attendant reached the front of the plane to begin serving snacks and drinks, the pilot announced to the passengers that he was turning the seatbelt sign back on because they were about to experience "a little turbulence". That was the understatement of the week. Of all the flights Melanie had ever been on, this turned into one of the roughest. She didn't give a shit about the seatbelt sign. She lifted the armrest separating her and Jon, leaned over, put her head under the blanket and started sucking his cock. Jon would have shot a record load of cum down her throat that instant had he not been so surprised at her sudden action. He regained his composure, covered her head and tried his best to look natural.
The flight attendant was hurrying back to her seat at the back of the plane and gave Jon a knowing smile and shook her head slightly as she passed. Melanie relaxed into a very slow nursing sort of rhythm on his shaft, knowing she could make him cum too quickly for her own good. She needed him to stay hard for her own sake. She concentrated on giving him just enough stimulation to keep him going, but not going too far. He in turn, slipped his hand back under her shirt for a bit and played with the other tit for awhile. He finally decided it was time he went for the gold and moved his hand down and under her loose skirt. Melanie did her best to give him unobstructed access to her pussy and he had to admit that the only way he knew he was in the right place finally was from the wetness he found. Once he found her clit, he did all he could given his limited range of motion and he teased and rubbed it. His goal was the opposite of hers. He wanted to get her off as soon as possible. He could tell she needed it. Melanie managed to shift just enough that he could rub her clit with his thumb and slip two fingers into her love hole. Within a couple of minutes, he could feel her body shuddering and heard, and felt, her moaning into his cock. By the time he got her off, not only was his hand cramping, but it was soaking wet and the turbulence had passed and the seatbelt sign was turned off again. But Melanie did not change her behavior in the least. Now she was ready to make him cum.
But the flight attendant had other ideas. She walked up the aisle to their row and leaned over to Jon.
"We are too late into the flight to serve our passengers at this point, so why don't you bring your friend with you back to the flight attendant's compartment and do all this properly. I really hate to see you both suffering like this. I'll make sure no one wanders back there and sees something they shouldn't."
Melanie heard every word, took her mouth off of Jon's cock and he quickly made himself presentable. Melanie sat up and her eyes met his. They were questioning if she wanted to do as invited. She said nothing, but nodded with a slight smile. They got out of their seats and walked the short distance back to the flight attendant's area. The flight attendant was grinning as they stepped in.
"I hope you two are able to perform in front of a live audience. I plan on watching while I stand guard. In fact, I might even sneak feel here and there as your price of admission to my little home in the sky."
The flight attendant from the front section of the plane made her way back to chat since there was nothing for them to do the rest of the flight. Jon and Melanie's chaperone whispered something to the other attendant, who smiled, nodded and turned to face the main cabin. Jon stepped out of his pants and Melanie pulled up her top and her skirt, giving her stepson to huge handles to grasp and easy access to her pussy, she turned her back to him, leaned over and put her hands against the wall, spread eagle in the cramped space and ready to get fucked by his big, hard cock. Jon stepped up and guided himself into Melanie's cunt and easily slid the first several inches of his rod into her. She wanted to tell the world of the pleasure she felt at that moment, but bit her lip to keep it to herself. Jon cupped her heavy tits in both hands and finished his entry balls deep. She had never had anyone go that deep into her before and it was amazing.
Free to devote her entire attention to the show before her, their flight attendant, unbuttoned her blouse and pulled her own tits out of her bra. They were nearly an identical match to Melanie's. She moved up to the couple and reached one hand under and between Jon's legs and played with his balls. With the other hand, she slid it down the middle of Melanie's ass and inserted a finger into Melanie's asshole. Neither of them could hold back the moans, but did manage to keep them muffled enough that no one in the cabin heard anything. Jon pulled one hand away from Melanie's tit to reach over and use it to play with the flight attendant's large rack. He pulled on her nipples, one and then the other until she was cooing and they went stiff as a cock between his fingers. As difficult as it was to maneuver, the flight attendant moved to a sitting position on the floor, lifted her skirt and pulled Melanie in between her legs to eat her pussy. Melanie was now on her hands and knees and Jon was behind her continuing to fuck her like it was going to be the last fuck he ever got. To everyone's surprise, the flight attendant was the first to cum and she arched her back against the cabin wall, pulled Melanie's face in tight and squirted all over Melanie's face, leaving a puddle on the floor when she was done. Melanie came almost immediately after and Jon felt the additional flood of her juices as she shook uncontrollably on his cock. Jon was crossing the point of no return and flooded Melanie's pussy with the hot flow of his cum as deep inside her as it could go. She felt the pulsing and throbbing of his cock as he finished emptying himself inside her. The flight attendant standing watch handed both women a bar towel to begin the process of becoming publicly presentable again. The uninvolved attendant's face was flush and she had obviously been fingering herself as she watched her first live sex show. Melanie was a mess and barely reached a presentable state before the pilot instructed everyone to prepare for landing. Melanie handed Jon her bar towel when done and wiped off his wet cock, pulled up his pants and waited for everyone else to be ready to return to their seats. As they headed back to their seats, Jon heard the attendant guarding the display tell the one made it a threesome that she owed her one. Their third told her she would get her payback at the hotel later that night.
When asked if Jon and Melanie would like to join them, they looked at each other and smiled. They nodded their approval as hurried to buckle up for landing. Although they did not share their thoughts with each other at the moment, both were thinking there may be a lot more air travel in their future.
"You know something, Jon? I have always loved the fact that you call me "mom". You can continue to call me that if you want to, so don't take this wrong. With both of your parents gone now, and me knowing that I don't necessarily have the authority of a mother over you, I won't insist that you call me that. If you prefer, you can call me Melanie or, like my friends, you can call me Mel. But you are welcome to call me mom if you prefer. I just wanted you to know you had the freedom to call me whatever you want."
He respected her sensitivity toward his circumstances and said that he still preferred to call her "mom", but he would think it over. He wondered how he could put her at ease as they boarded the plane and show her the same courtesy and sensitivity she had always shown him. The plane was only about two-thirds full and their seats were near the back of the plane. There were two empty rows behind them, three empty rows in front and only one person seated within three rows of them on the opposite side of the aisle. The flight attendant was a 50 something woman who looked as if she had seen it all before at least once, but was kind and patient. She was built a lot like Melanie - long slender legs, large, heavy tits and a smaller than average waist. She even had the same hair color as Melanie. Jon thought for a moment that they could have represented a time warp of some type, being the same person in the same place, at the same time, just 20 years apart. Jon instantly liked her.
"It looks like we have plenty of room, so you don't have to sit right next to each other unless you want to. You can spread out if you prefer," she told them.
They had just gotten seated and buckled and Melanie smiled pleasantly and thanked the woman, but she chose to stay in the middle seat with Jon at the window. Jon understood. She already had a tight grip on his hand and he could feel the fear slowly rising in her just from the tight grip she had on his hand.
"It's gonna be alright, mom. Just try to relax. You can squeeze my hand as tight as you need to and if there is anything else I can do to help, let me know."
She smiled up at him, leaned over and kissed his cheek. "Thank you, honey. I know I can count on you."
"I have a question," began Jon. "I thought you had gotten over your fear of flying. The last two or three trips you took with dad, you seemed to actually enjoy going and looked forward to it. Why the sudden change back to fearing planes again?"
Melanie immediately blushed. At first she didn't answer, just shrugged. She thought about it a few minutes and then looked at him with hesitation before leaning over to whisper something to him.
"I probably shouldn't tell you this. You know how your dad was. He wouldn't mind, but I wouldn't want anyone to ever know how he handled it with me. It was certainly unconventional, but it worked and we both had fun with it enough, we looked forward to it. It was so risque...and even what you might call erotic. Some would call it flat out indecent. Whatever."
Jon had no idea what she was getting at, never thinking of anything remotely possible on an airplane. But after a couple of minutes of silence, Melanie continued.
"We always managed to have a pretty good sex life and he found ways to keep it interesting. I will never tell you any details other than what he did to help me with air travel. After about the third flight of me always on the verge of losing my shit, the next time he forced me on a plane, while I sat next to him white-knuckled on the armrest, he pried my hand loose and stuffed it in his pants. He told me to concentrate on making him hard without anyone noticing what I was doing. He laid his jacket over his lap and insisted I make him hard. He even undid his pants and told me I had to make him cum. While I did that, he slid his hand up my shirt and teased my tits until I was ready to fuck him on the plane in front of everyone but the pilot. Then he slid his hand inside my pants and told me that whoever came first had to give the other one head in the family restroom as soon as we reached the destination airport. I came first, nearly caused people to think I had had an anxiety attack."
They were both laughing and Melanie was starting to relax. "So we got the airport and he nearly dragged me to the nearest family restroom, pulled me inside and I gave him the best blowjob he had ever had."
Now Jon understood possibly why Melanie dressed like she did for the two hour and s*******n minute flight. She took dressing for comfort seriously, not because she planned to jerk off her stepson, but because she might be able to get by thinking of those moments while on this flight with Jon. She did not wear a bra. Jon noticed that before they left the house. She wore a loose fitting pullover top, a loose skirt that reached mid-thigh and kept a jacket and a small blanket d****d over her arm even though the evening at both ends of the flight were supposed to be mild enough for a jacket to be frivolous extra baggage. As Jon tried to get his mind off of her story and to keep Melanie from noticing the bulge in his pants, the plane backed away from the gate. Melanie's distant, calm gaze turned to stone etched with fear as she felt the plane begin to move. She gripped the armrests tighter than ever and Jon felt nothing but pity for her at that moment. She was putting herself through her own version of hell to give him a special experience and he felt guilty.
The plane taxied to the runway and she seemed to calm down a bit. Jon leaned over and told her to think about her favorite flight with his dad. She blushed again, looked away and smiled. As the plane began to gain speed and they felt the wheels leave the ground, she turned pale again and began to shake. Jon did the only thing he could think of and pulled her hand from the armrest and stuffed it in his pants. He quickly pulled the small blanket she carried and threw it over his lap. She would not look at him, but did not resist either. He unfastened his pants, pulled down the zipper and then let his hands rest on top of the blanket, allowing her to do whatever she felt she needed to do.
Melanie continued to stroke, massage, and fondle his cock, never letting on that she was surprised by the size of it in her hand. Her mind was calculating the length as she toyed with it, estimating 8-10" and impressively thick. She licked lips as her mouth felt suddenly dry. She hadn't anticipated this development even as she was relating the story of how his dad and solved her fear. She was actually grateful and aroused even as she knew how inappropriate it was given who she was with. As he stiffened to her touch, she had a strong desire to actually see it and so she lifted the blanket with her free hand to peek at it before the flight attendants began to move around the cabin when the seat belt lights went off. She found it to be a thing of beauty, something worthy of begin lusted over. Without realizing it, she was no longer feeling fearful. Soon the plane leveled off, but the ride was a little bumpier than they expected and she continued her hand game with Jon's cock.
She took his hand and guided it to the lower hem of her loose shirt and he knew what she wanted. He slipped his hand under and upward until it reached one of her large, firm, heavy tits. He thought he might cum right then and there. He had felt his share of bare tit before, but nothing like hers. He gently and slowly roamed the heavy globe nearest to him and eventually zeroed in on her nipple, tweaking it in the way his girlfriends always seemed to respond to the best. Melanie was no different. She took a deep cleansing breath and let her eyes drift shut as she relaxed to the pleasure engulfing her tit. For his part, Jon was as hard as steel under the blanket and he was amazed at how small and firm her nipple was for being attached to such a large melon.
Neither noticed that seatbelt light was off and didn't realize the situation had changed until the flight attendant walked by, giving them a knowing glance, smirking a bit and moved on. When the flight attendant reached the front of the plane to begin serving snacks and drinks, the pilot announced to the passengers that he was turning the seatbelt sign back on because they were about to experience "a little turbulence". That was the understatement of the week. Of all the flights Melanie had ever been on, this turned into one of the roughest. She didn't give a shit about the seatbelt sign. She lifted the armrest separating her and Jon, leaned over, put her head under the blanket and started sucking his cock. Jon would have shot a record load of cum down her throat that instant had he not been so surprised at her sudden action. He regained his composure, covered her head and tried his best to look natural.
The flight attendant was hurrying back to her seat at the back of the plane and gave Jon a knowing smile and shook her head slightly as she passed. Melanie relaxed into a very slow nursing sort of rhythm on his shaft, knowing she could make him cum too quickly for her own good. She needed him to stay hard for her own sake. She concentrated on giving him just enough stimulation to keep him going, but not going too far. He in turn, slipped his hand back under her shirt for a bit and played with the other tit for awhile. He finally decided it was time he went for the gold and moved his hand down and under her loose skirt. Melanie did her best to give him unobstructed access to her pussy and he had to admit that the only way he knew he was in the right place finally was from the wetness he found. Once he found her clit, he did all he could given his limited range of motion and he teased and rubbed it. His goal was the opposite of hers. He wanted to get her off as soon as possible. He could tell she needed it. Melanie managed to shift just enough that he could rub her clit with his thumb and slip two fingers into her love hole. Within a couple of minutes, he could feel her body shuddering and heard, and felt, her moaning into his cock. By the time he got her off, not only was his hand cramping, but it was soaking wet and the turbulence had passed and the seatbelt sign was turned off again. But Melanie did not change her behavior in the least. Now she was ready to make him cum.
But the flight attendant had other ideas. She walked up the aisle to their row and leaned over to Jon.
"We are too late into the flight to serve our passengers at this point, so why don't you bring your friend with you back to the flight attendant's compartment and do all this properly. I really hate to see you both suffering like this. I'll make sure no one wanders back there and sees something they shouldn't."
Melanie heard every word, took her mouth off of Jon's cock and he quickly made himself presentable. Melanie sat up and her eyes met his. They were questioning if she wanted to do as invited. She said nothing, but nodded with a slight smile. They got out of their seats and walked the short distance back to the flight attendant's area. The flight attendant was grinning as they stepped in.
"I hope you two are able to perform in front of a live audience. I plan on watching while I stand guard. In fact, I might even sneak feel here and there as your price of admission to my little home in the sky."
The flight attendant from the front section of the plane made her way back to chat since there was nothing for them to do the rest of the flight. Jon and Melanie's chaperone whispered something to the other attendant, who smiled, nodded and turned to face the main cabin. Jon stepped out of his pants and Melanie pulled up her top and her skirt, giving her stepson to huge handles to grasp and easy access to her pussy, she turned her back to him, leaned over and put her hands against the wall, spread eagle in the cramped space and ready to get fucked by his big, hard cock. Jon stepped up and guided himself into Melanie's cunt and easily slid the first several inches of his rod into her. She wanted to tell the world of the pleasure she felt at that moment, but bit her lip to keep it to herself. Jon cupped her heavy tits in both hands and finished his entry balls deep. She had never had anyone go that deep into her before and it was amazing.
Free to devote her entire attention to the show before her, their flight attendant, unbuttoned her blouse and pulled her own tits out of her bra. They were nearly an identical match to Melanie's. She moved up to the couple and reached one hand under and between Jon's legs and played with his balls. With the other hand, she slid it down the middle of Melanie's ass and inserted a finger into Melanie's asshole. Neither of them could hold back the moans, but did manage to keep them muffled enough that no one in the cabin heard anything. Jon pulled one hand away from Melanie's tit to reach over and use it to play with the flight attendant's large rack. He pulled on her nipples, one and then the other until she was cooing and they went stiff as a cock between his fingers. As difficult as it was to maneuver, the flight attendant moved to a sitting position on the floor, lifted her skirt and pulled Melanie in between her legs to eat her pussy. Melanie was now on her hands and knees and Jon was behind her continuing to fuck her like it was going to be the last fuck he ever got. To everyone's surprise, the flight attendant was the first to cum and she arched her back against the cabin wall, pulled Melanie's face in tight and squirted all over Melanie's face, leaving a puddle on the floor when she was done. Melanie came almost immediately after and Jon felt the additional flood of her juices as she shook uncontrollably on his cock. Jon was crossing the point of no return and flooded Melanie's pussy with the hot flow of his cum as deep inside her as it could go. She felt the pulsing and throbbing of his cock as he finished emptying himself inside her. The flight attendant standing watch handed both women a bar towel to begin the process of becoming publicly presentable again. The uninvolved attendant's face was flush and she had obviously been fingering herself as she watched her first live sex show. Melanie was a mess and barely reached a presentable state before the pilot instructed everyone to prepare for landing. Melanie handed Jon her bar towel when done and wiped off his wet cock, pulled up his pants and waited for everyone else to be ready to return to their seats. As they headed back to their seats, Jon heard the attendant guarding the display tell the one made it a threesome that she owed her one. Their third told her she would get her payback at the hotel later that night.
When asked if Jon and Melanie would like to join them, they looked at each other and smiled. They nodded their approval as hurried to buckle up for landing. Although they did not share their thoughts with each other at the moment, both were thinking there may be a lot more air travel in their future.
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