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Bob and Anita returned to the apartment later that morning. Both were still full-of-the-moon of excitement and jade from surfing.

Anita was pulling her wheelie suitcase with the last of her dress and effects, leaving her holiday apartment empty.

They found Sue dressed, fundament up on the sofa, dozing in front of daytime TV. A cold cup of coffee on the table and her phone still in her hand, slumped by her incline. She had cleaned the flat, leaving empty drawers and cupboard open for Anita to use. Bob jumped in the shower whilst Anita unpacked, leaving Sue to sleep.

Sue awoke as she heard the kettledrum boil. Opening her eyes and stretching, she saw Bob dressed in jersey and shorts, smiling at her.

"Tea or coffee ? Seeing as you had left your finis cup to go cold."

"Tea please, what's the time ?"As she glanced at the time on her earphone, they still had lots of clock time,"How did you both get on ?"

"Great, it was the outdo day yet. Poor Anita fell more sentence than you can numerate, but each fourth dimension she got back onto her surfboard and tried again. She's got perseverance in spades."

"We've load of clock time, there's a pub near the horse stables for lunch ?"Sue suggested.

"Sounds like a design, I'll Google it."

"Already done, have a feeling,"Sue passed Bob her telephone set, overt to Google Maps. Bob made a mental government note of the simple route and localisation of the pub, which was on route to the stables.

Bob and Sue sat over a cup of tea chatting. When Anita exited the exhibitor and slipped into the sleeping accommodation. Sue joined her to explain that she may need to relocate her kin gem, as it would n't be advisable to tuck everything underneath when riding a horse. Anita wore a short, low-cal blue, loose, skater apparel over her legging, to hide her bulge at the front. Sue wore a hanker T-shirt to enshroud her bum that was now stressed by her leggings.

Bob enjoyed the panorama of the two women as they walked from the parked car to a table in the beer garden of their chosen pub. The gentle wind flicked Anita 's skirt as she walked to cod him with views of the underside of her boldness whilst Sue now walked with newfound confidence, making Bob splash in his shorts.

The carte du jour contained the common pub tiffin bazaar, so they were soon sitting with drinks waiting for lunch. Anita was still bubbling over with write up of that morning's surfing. Bob laughed and interjecting with gesticulations of how she tumbled at each surrender into the water. Sue loved the excitement of the conversation but was glad that she had stayed in bed.

Bob popped to the gents before luncheon arrived, allowing Sue to huddle up to Anita and whispered her morning 's experience. The fib of her morning's onanism caused Anita to titter and squeal in pleasure.

rustle back,"Sue, you naughty girl ! I'm shocked you lovely thing."

Sue told her about the trouble she had with the vibrating posterior chaw, especially once slippery with the lube. Anita then explained that she had more suitable plugs for Sue's first-class honours degree fourth dimension. As it was early on for lunch, the pub 's beer garden was quiet, prompting Sue to be a piffling less candid.

"Anita, does anal sex hurt ? You always seem to relish it, even with Bob being so big ?"

Anita blushed and explained that she had used training toy at start. Now she was more experienced and her body was more accustomed to accepting larger men. Just then Bob re-appeared from the john, causing the pair to confess again. Seeing them huddled together whilst cackling made Bob suspicious of the subject of conversation.

After luncheon, they drove the short distance to the horse stables. Upon arriving, they signed disclaimers and the trek scout gave them ponies suitable to their experience. Sue inspected the ponies, as she would not pay good money to tantalize old nag pit trot. Each shot glass had their names on their nose strap of their bridles.

Sue, having had various static jobs after school, was the most experient and had a nice big pony, Saint George, that she took to immediately. Bob showed his ignorance with well-trodden enquiry of"Where 's the ignition/brakes/throttle ?"Causing the guide to humour him with a sarcastic laugh and also win him a scolding from Sue. Bob's large Edward D. White pony 'Trevor'was a short kittenish than the others.

Anita 's initial excitation left her as she cautiously approached her modest crib, Molly. Sue encouraged her to make friends, holding Anita 's manpower as she introduced her to the pony. Sue helped her familiarise herself with the pony and equipment. Anita was soon stroking and wrapping her arms around the low John Brown crib's head, as it nuzzled and befriended her back.

quintuplet more people joining the trek, absorbing the guide's full attention as they were all founding father.

Sue moved her crib, George V alongside, to be closer to Anita and took rush. Getting her up onto her jigger was promiscuous than she thought. Once mounted, Anita 's initial excitement returned. She was now to a greater extent unbend, as the jigger seemed to compensate for her restiveness. Anita kept throwing herself forward to hug and pat mollie 's neck opening. She enjoyed the shot glass 's musk and the unique tactile sensation of sitting on top of an fauna that was in perpetual motion.

Bob had the problem of trying to control his larger white crib with both little girl laughing at his attempts to wriggle dominance over his pony. Once he listened to Sue to shorten the reigns and be more positive, the trot behaved. Soon they were all led out to an enormous field and walked around the periphery on their jigger. The templet were struggling with the group of 5 tiro, leaving our trio to their own devices.

Soon they were all led out the logic gate out onto some rough-cut land and they were off. Anita's trot was felicitous to follow the group along a shallow valley with Sue riding alongside Anita, encouraging her to displace with the gait of the shot glass as it stepped over rocks and grass tumps. Sue and Anita giggled and joked their way down the valley, ducking under the few low Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree.

The trek crisscrossed a shallow watercourse, making it quite adventurous, with the crib dropping up and down shallow banking company. Sue didn't need to give Anita too much help as she seemed to deal well with her crib mollie knowing the route.

As the route opened up and got flatter, Sue got Anita to speed up to a trot, showing her how to rise and devolve with the gait of the Equus caballus. Anita found it clumsy at first but it soon clicked and pony and Anita became synchronised. Once they calmed back to a manner of walking, Sue returned to ride alongside Anita.

"Maybe now you know how instruct to ride spawned many adolescent illusion. The air used to be blue with insinuation at sleepovers with shot glass night club Quaker,"Sue told Anita.

Sue gave Anita her knowing grin as she exaggerated a hip push with the trot's gait.

"Sue ! You 're such a disgrace,"Anita responded laughing, whilst feeling the same upheaval with the fauna beneath her.

Anita felt more surefooted now and relaxed more, being able-bodied to enjoy the opinion. Soon the group followed a way that led to an sequester, empty, sandy beach. The tide was now out far enough to allow them to trot out into the shallows across to the succeeding bay. Anita and Sue squealed with laughter, enjoying the H2O spattering over them from the ankle-deep ponies.

Out of the blue angel, one of the conduct ponies spooked and broke into a full gallop, encouraging the other shot glass to link in. Bob's pony now found its excuse and bolted along the shore, giving Chase as if in a bowler, with Bob holding on for dear life.

Anita's crib sped up to a controlled canter that initially causing Anita to bounce out of control. Sue drew alongside, telling her to stand in the stirrups, bringing Anita back under ascendence. The two rode along the shoreline, with the water splashing around them, creating rainbows in the fair weather, both in fits of giggles.

Eventually, they caught up with the group waiting at the end of the bay. Only Sue, Anita and the guides had remained on their climb. Bob looked very pitiful for himself, standing on the George Sand with wet legs and shorts. Anita was laughing, catching her breathing place, and asked Sue if they could do it all again.

Soon they were all following the guides along a shallow path away from the beach. The way meandered through field and along the drop-off back to the stables, giving them a bird's-eye persuasion over the hedge of the coastline.

Once back at the stalls, the terzetto decided they were all now thirsty and ready to generate to the pub where they had lunch. Giving them prison term to retort to the apartment to convert and walk down to the harbour for an eventide drink.

Anita was sorry to leave her pony, hugging its psyche. She followed Sue's leash, unbridling Molly, and removed her saddle. They rewarded their ponies with carrots and a tepid rub down with encounter, but had to refrain Bob from jokingly ` Giving his nag a kick up the bum'.

As Anita stepped back from her trot, her foot dropped into a hollow in the ground. Her ankle sprain sideways, causing her to lessen with a scream, almost under Bob's big ovalbumin pony. Sue ran over and shoved the jigger away as Bob stooped to cradle Anita in his blazon and whisked her away to base hit. Anita was light in his arms, but he held onto her as if she were precious consignment, being both his and his wife's devotee.

Anita wrapped her arms around Bob's neck, holding onto him, looking over his shoulder. Through her rent of shock, Anita looked back to Sue standing with the crib, looking back at her anxiously full of matriarchal concern. Whilst everyone else saw a have-to doe with male parent carrying his daughter to safety, Sue saw her fan in painfulness, being rescued by her loving husband.

As Bob carried her back out of the paddock to a duck soup terrace to lay her on, Anita felt a waving of security system wash over her. Being carried in his powerful munition, breathing in Bob's conversant aftershave, she felt dependable. She had never experienced this in her lifetime.

Before she knew it she asked,"Bob, can I come dwelling with you and Sue ?"

"Oh you sappy thing, we'll go back to the apartment later, but let's have a look at that ankle first and then dinner back at that pub."

Bob hadn't realised the enormity of the petition from Anita as he lowered her onto the picnic tabletop. The stable's number 1 aider came over and introduced herself as Chrissy. She sat on the table's bench rump below Anita and removed Anita's flush to see her ankle that was now resting on her lap.

Bob, feeling at a exit, with a first gear aider now present, went to get them all a cup of tea from the little cafe on site.

Anita tried to represent down her thigh-slapper, saying it was more out of shock, explaining to the Chrissy that her mortise joint was okay now. Chrissy looked up to ensure her manipulation of Anita's ankle was n't causing her pain. A walkover caught Anita's chick, giving Chrissy a bird's-eye view up her skirt to see the patent bulge in her legging, between her legs.

"Er, umm, there doesn't seem to be any swelling, ahem ... I have an ice battalion you can roll around it for a few minutes,"She flustered.

She produced an ice ring from her backpack and she wrapped it around her ankle, whilst massaging the face pack around.

"DOE that feel better ?"

"MMm, yes, thanks."

"Are you down for the week ?"Chrissy asked and then made little public lecture whilst she maintained the ice inner circle on Anita's articulatio talocruralis. Her small talk culminated in flirtatiously asking Anita about her dearie nightspot.

Chrissy had prospicient blond haircloth, looking a small older than Anita, with all benefits from her working outside at the horse barn, being tanned and athletic. From her vantage point, Anita could see Chrissy 's cleavage and copious white meat fighting to escape her Marco Polo shirt. Chrissy 's breathing increased as she kept flicking her whisker back, ensuring Anita could see her face.

Chrissy pressed her a second time over her favored resort. Anita, enjoying the care, blurted out the few pubs and nightspots she had seen and visited that week. Chrissy admitted to frequenting ‘ The Surf Shack'suggesting that she would be there later. Chrissy 's hired man drifted above her ankle to caress her calf and then winked she caught Anita's eye.

Sue arrived and gave Anita a supportive hug, wiping her weeping. Anita was more obstruct at the fuss, explaining it was Sir Thomas More of the shock of losing her ground that caused her to holler, rather than actual hurting.

Chrissy confirmed there didn't seem to be any falling out or lump. She supported Anita as she stood and placed her weight on her mortise joint without any trouble, except for Anita's blushing at causing a pettifoggery. She produced an chance event form to complete, defaulting to Bob, who had now returned with cups of tea.

"You're the Nichols family, aren't you ? So she'll be fille Anita Nichols ?"Chrissy assumed as she wrote on her form.

"Er no, Miss Stephens, Anita Sir Leslie Stephen,"Bob cut in to correct her.

Anita and Sue looked shocked, then burst out laughing.

"No, that's okay, Anita Nichols is ok,"Sue confirmed through a fit of giggles, then confirmed their home destination and contact details.

Bob and Sue stood back, sipping their hot teas from the usual polystyrene cups, giving Anita and Chrissy way. Anita saw a questioning facial expression from Chrissy and smiled back at her.

"It's complicated. Maybe if we meet up later I'll explain,"Anita told her, giving her backrest a blink of an eye, whilst planning her even and hopefully a surprisal for Sue.

The trio walked back to the car with the conversation returning to their escapade on the ponies. The two fair sex were still bubbling with excitement in the car as they drove to the pub. Not having ridden for a few geezerhood now, Sue wanted to return to riding. She suggested that if Anita were to call Bristol in the future, maybe they could razz together again ?

The pub was busier upon their return, but luckily Bob had reserved an evening board at lunchtime for them to sit in a bay window inside the sometime timber beamed pub as they studied the evening menu. When Bob went up to the bar to decree, Sue sat near to Anita, holding her hands.

"Anita ? You enjoy anal sex, don't you ?"She asked quietly.

"Yes, giving and receiving, why ?"

"wellspring, as you enjoy it so lots, and this week we are exploring so many avenue I've never been down before. Do you take any of those training toys with you and could you avail ?"

"Oh, Sue ! Yes, I do and I would be happy to help,"Anita admitted.

"I enjoyed having that vibrating stern wad inside me this morning, but with Bob being so big it would be scary to go further with him ... But if I was going to, I'd enjoy it to be with you,"Sue blushed at being so forward.

"Oh, Sue ! You're so lovely, yes, of class, I'd love to,"Anita giggled and hugged her.

The two began to excitedly talk over the pending exploration of Sue and how to secure it would be an gratifying experience. The anticipation got the pair increasingly excited, both holding hands and playing footsy under the table, barely able to desist from kissing in public. Bob's render finally interrupted their laughter and secretive planning, again making him fishy of the two.

After the afternoon 's activity, the three were ravenous by the sentence their meals arrived. Bob tucked into shrimp and king prawns, whilst the daughter had versatile crybaby pick. All three indulged themselves with various chocolate offer for sweet. Finally, the three left the pub fed and watered with the evening still very young.

Arriving back at the apartment, Bob suggested the young woman have the run of the sleeping accommodation and shower. He sat in the sofa to move over them some privateness whilst he watched some TV.

Sue made a beeline for the toilet to adopt Anita's instructions. Anita checked out her bag of toys in the bedchamber. When Sue emerged from the pot, she could get a line Bob snoring. Peeking into the lounge, she saw him led out on the couch, exhausted and dissipated asleep. She closed the couch door and entered the bedroom to find Anita stood in her underwear, with a row of toy dog out on the bed.

"Bob's fast asleep, he'll be out for at least an hr,"She smiled relieved, allowing them to change their plans.

The pair of them had built themselves up with their preparation excitement to a power point where neither could wait any longer. Both realised that their opportunity was now available to them. Without being asked, Sue confidently lost her bathrobe to support in her underwear, whilst Anita showed her the line up of miniature, some of which they had brought together earlier that hebdomad.

They immediately discounted the larger ones. Leaving the two minor ones and the vibrating rear end sparking plug Sue had used that morning. The minor one was clear silicone, and Anita passed it to Sue to feel. It was smooth, with some give, not shuddery at all.

"So, no sentence like the demonstrate, drop em bloom,"Anita smiled, hungry to start.

Stepping out of her step-in and popping her bra off, Anita encouraged her to lie fount down on the bed. Positioning Sue 's pelvic girdle on the edge of the bed with her thigh down the side and her genu just off the floor. Anita massaged Sue 's bum, starting with her crevice, working her hands up and down around her bum cheeks. She warmed up the country at the top where her crevice meets her spine and ran down passed to her pussy.

Anita's hands slack Sue, getting her used to being touched and stroked around her anus. Once Anita felt her relaxing, she teased her finger closer, just around her brawn efflorescence. Then she licked her glossa up and down her crack, lingering around her target peak, again teasing the muscle.

Sue was almost purring now, feeling relaxed and hoping penetration would feel as nice as Anita massaging her. Anita's glossa gently lapped its way closer and teased some pressure into Sue, causing her to gasp in joy. She teased her digit around Sue's prime once more, gently applying pressure sensation into Sue but not entering. She could feel Sue was relaxed, so with a little lubricant slipped her thumb in for Sue to pant and hum.

"Mmm, that's nice."

Sue's hullabaloo grew at breaking the taboo of enjoying her plunk for threshold. Anita lubed a fingerbreadth up and slowly stroked Sue's behind, drifting closer in.

"Just a finger to get down, last out slacken and tell me if anything hurts or is uncomfortable,"Anita instructed.

She teased her lubed finger around Sue's rear flower. Her finger lingered, then hearing Sue hum in approving, she applied pressure sensation for her to enter.

"Mmm ooo ... that's okeh ..."Sue confirmed.

Anita slowly eased her finger in and out until her whole digit was easily penetrating her. She pulled her finger out to twit Sue by popping it in and out several clock time.

Anita encouraged Sue to climb onto all four-spot on the bed, enjoyed seeing Sue's older and slightly libertine impudence offered to her. Sue's pussy was enticing, but that wasn't the theme for the moment.

Anita picked up the smallest dildo and lubed it with her other deal. At the future withdrawal of her finger, she substituted it with the toy but was more gradual inserting it, and soon it was more than a finger's breadth 's width in.

"Oooo ... I can feel that ... Mmm ... Nice ... Different ..."Sue confirmed, as her body reacted, with a little squirm and wriggle, accepting the intrusion.

Anita slowly played the toy in and out, escalating its depth and breadth, rotating it to encourage Sue to stretch whilst helping Sue spread her legs a little further apart. It surprised Anita at how commove she was getting watching the toy's progress in and out of Sue, aching to enter Sue herself.

She looked at the next toy, to realise it was larger than herself. She wanted Sue to be a fuddled fit, so ignored it. Anita saw Sue's discarded bra and panties she had a mephistophelian idea. She encouraged Sue's bridge player between her legs to manipulating the dildo herself. Sue held onto the sucker end and enjoyed masturbating herself with the toy.

Anita stepped down off the bed, collected Sue's bra, panties and removed her own. She couldn't resist leaning over to snog Sue, who was now moaning, enjoying her self-induced delight. She fondled Sue's hanging bosom, enjoying watching them swing.

Anita returned to stand behind Sue, out of view. She tied both their panties around the joint between Sue's bra loving cup into a large knot. She then pumped lube onto her jibe and worked it around. Now Anita's excitement was rising to a peak, desperate in her desire to penetrate Sue's rear.

Anita remounted the bed as her deal replaced Sue's on the end of the toy and withdrew it slowly.

"okey ? Here is the succeeding size of it, not much braggy ... I've warmed it up."

Anita 's warmness was pounding under her knocker. She engaged her tip with Sue, leaning over Sue's back and with both helping hand, stuffed the gag knot of pantie into Sue's mouth.

"Mmmph .... ?"Sue questioned but made no move to polish off the bundle.

Anita ran the bra straps on either face of Sue 's head. This was now her bridle, and she was going to cod her new jigger. She ensured her dick 's tip was still in military position and pressed it forwards. Her shaft's headway squeezed as Sue stretched, and slowly she entered Sue's tight, quick passage.

Sue enjoyed this new toy. It felt larger, and once in it felt more like a phallus than the tapered toy. She enjoyed the fuller feeling it gave her, wishing now for Anita to be inside her. Anita pulled on Sue's reigns pulling Sue back onto her, gradually filling her up, until her brass bottomed onto Anita's hips. Sue's soundbox quivered with excitement.

"A'eee'aa ... ?"Sue queried, realising that this was Anita impregnating her.

Anita slowly withdrew and then pulled Sue back onto her using her sovereignty. Sue got the idea and was soon sliding in and out on Anita's jibe, governed by Anita's imperativeness on her reigns.

"Good pony ... Lovely pony ... What a lovely pony you are."Anita purred.

She held both bra straps'reigns in one hand, allowing her to stroke and fondled Sue's cheek with her free bridge player. Anita was rapt, not just to be interior Sue's besotted rear burrow but also enacting riding her like a trot.

Sue felt the additional excitement as well. To make anal sex would accept been unthinkable before she met Anita, but here she was. It felt so nappy to bask having her nates filled with a cock attached to a beautiful immature trans-woman whilst being ridden like a shot glass. She could feel her pussy dripping and could n't resist its magnetic pull, allowing her free hand to arrive at and satisfy her pussy.

"I think it is time to trot ..."Anita commanded ass she slapped her hired hand onto Sue's one cheek.

She pulled harder on the reigns as she slammed into Sue's behind, to reduplicate again, and again ... Sue's finger's breadth was now frigging hard on her cunt, and wave of tingling building sexual climax flowed through her.

'' Umph ... Umph ... Umph ... Uke ... Uke ... '' Sue grunted, knowing she could n't hold herself up on one arm a lot longer.

Anita could feel Sue's hand down near her ball and her vibration with her resulting fervor. Anita fetish buttons were all being pushed as she thrust deeply into Sue, whilst her pony frigged herself off. Sue started arching her dorsum with her drive back onto Anita. Sue's muscles clamped down even nasty on her shaft inside Sue with each thrust, causing Anita's passion to overflow, releasing it all inside Sue as she held her stab deeply into her.

flavour Anita's talent of warm fluid bursting into her, an exploding a crescendo of orgasm slamming through Sue. The orgasm overtook her, and her supporting arm collapsed, bringing her face down onto the bed, where she quivered until her orgasm abated. She pulled her trapped arm from beneath her with her succus soaked hand, moaning in pleasure.

Sue felt Anita deflating inside her and tried to clamp her muscles to trap her inside for just a few seconds longer, but only squeezed her out instead. Her ad-lib bra check was now dangling complimentary, allowing her to extract it out of her sassing. Sue chuckled at the innovative kink that seemed to act for them both.

She rolled around on the bed to lie on her back, looking up at Anita who was still upright piano kneeling on the bed. Anita 's handwriting fondling her own titty, her body still tense as her climax abated, with her eyes closed, holding onto the moment. Sue enjoyed the vision of her, soaked in elbow grease and her tool still glistening with lubricator deflating.

Anita opened her eyes to see Sue and beamed down questioningly at her. Without having to ask, Sue nodded the approving reply with a smile. Anita lowered herself onto Sue and they intertwined their limbs together, kissing each other passionately.

"Anita, that was so shag kinky, did you like your pony drive ?"Sue asked.

'' That was fucking improbable Sue, are you okay, I did n't hurt you did I ? I got over-enthusiastic for your first time. Sorry. ''

"No, it's fine ... I feel different down there ... not sore, but I know you've been in there ... It's strange having a warm liquid pumped into you there, a wonderful nice strange ... It's very unlike in a nice, kinky, naughty way,"Sue admitted kissing Anita.

They kissed and cuddled, talking through each early 's experience. Sue enjoying this continued re-enforcing of her relationship with Anita. Something she could never stimulate imagined, feeling both maternal honey and a driving sexual passion for her.

They had dozed a little when Sue suggested having exhibitioner and getting ready, as Bob will need to shower as well. They both drifted to the shower hand in hired man, both now accustomed to showering together.

After showering, they emerged to find Bob still snoring, curled up in a ball on the sofa.

"Awe, he's still a slight boy,"Anita whispered.

"Oh, he certainly can be, that's why I love him, you get ready, I'll viewing him up for his exhibitioner and join you in a second."

"Bob ... Bob ... Come on love ... you need to shower if we're going out tonight ... Bob ?"Sue tried to wake him.

"Mmm okay, honey ... Um ... I 'm not feeling brilliant ... I'll feel better after a shower,"Bob got up but turned pale.

"You okay, Bob ? You've gone pale ..."

"Um no, I need the loo,"Bob exclaimed as he ran to the loo.

No soon as the doorway shut, they could pick up Bob throwing up. After a quiet intermission, Sue knocked on the door.

"Are you okay, lie with ?"

"Jeez, I think those shrimp and king prawns are trying to swim to freedom ... I'm getting abdomen spasm ... You two carry on getting set and I'll see how I feel after a shower."

Sue entered the bedroom, hoping Bob would be alright but also not wanting to escape a night out with Anita.

"I could discover it ! He doesn't audio trade good. You still O.K. to go out tonight ?"Anita asked, concerned.

'' You never know with seafood how yearn it 's been hanging around. Whether it 's new or just reheated from lunchtime ... He 'll inhabit ... Oh, with or without him we 're going out, I fancy a celebratory saltation coming on, '' Sue smiled laughing, wiggling her bum.

As they got set, they could see Bob in the shower, then more throwing up. After a while, there was a rap on the bedroom door.

"You girls comely ?"Bob asked, despite having carnal knowledge of them both.

"Yes, you oaf, come in ... Jeez, Bob, you look awesome,"Sue said as bob came through the door, Theodore Harold White as a sheet.

"It's both ends, so I'll crash on the couch tonight so you won't wake me when you come back. You girls go out and experience a good time,"Bob said, looking very good-for-naught for himself.

Bob went to the one press and grabbed the plain pillow and mantle, smiled at them and disappeared into the lounge.

Soon the two women were ready, both in summer wearing apparel, showing off their bare shoulders and limb, ready to party. Sue checked in on Bob but he was already curled up on the sofa snoring.

The two women set off into the lovesome evening to join the multitude of mass also heading out.

To Be Continued *******