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Bob and Anita returned to the flat later that morning. Both were still to the full of excitement and weary from surfing.

Anita was pulling her wheelie travelling bag with the last of her clothes and consequence, leaving her holiday apartment empty.

They found Sue dressed, feet up on the sofa, dozing in front line of daytime TV. A cold cup of coffee bean on the table and her phone still in her hand, slumped by her side. She had cleaned the apartment, leaving empty boxershorts and cupboards open for Anita to use. Bob jumped in the shower bath whilst Anita unpacked, leaving Sue to sleep.

Sue awoke as she heard the kettle boil. Opening her eyes and stretching, she saw Bob dressed in T-shirt and drawers, smiling at her.

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

"Tea please, what's the sentence ?"As she glanced at the time on her phone, they still had good deal of time,"How did you both get on ?"

"Great, it was the advantageously day yet. poor people Anita fell more time than you can count, but each time she got back onto her surfboard and tried again. She's got tenacity in spades."

"We've cargo of meter, there's a pub near the horse stables for luncheon ?"Sue suggested.

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

"Already done, have a feel,"Sue passed Bob her phone, open up to Google single-valued function. Bob made a mental banknote of the round-eyed road and positioning of the pub, which was on route to the stables.

Bob and Sue sat over a cup of tea chatting. When Anita exited the shower and slipped into the bedroom. Sue joined her to explain that she may call for to relocate her family jewels, as it would n't be advisable to tuck everything underneath when riding a horse. Anita wore a dead, light amobarbital sodium, loose, skater garb over her leggings, to cover her bulge at the front end. Sue wore a long tee shirt to hide her bum that was now stressed by her leggings.

Bob enjoyed the view of the two charwoman as they walked from the parked car to a mesa in the beer garden of their elect pub. The breeze flicked Anita 's skirt as she walked to tease him with horizon of the underside of her cheeks whilst Sue now walked with newfound authority, making Bob bustle in his shorts.

The carte du jour contained the usual pub luncheon fair, so they were soon sitting with drinking waiting for lunch. Anita was still bubbling over with level of that morning's surfing. Bob laughed and interjecting with gesticulations of how she tumbled at each crepuscle into the water. Sue loved the hullabaloo of the conversation but was happy 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 tale of her morning's masturbation caused Anita to giggle and squeal in delight.

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

Sue told her about the difficultness she had with the vibrating butt plug, especially once slippy with the lubricating substance. Anita then explained that she had more worthy spark plug for Sue's first time. As it was early for dejeuner, the pub 's beer garden was silence, prompting Sue to be a little less candid.

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

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

After dejeuner, they drove the short distance to the horse stables. Upon arriving, they signed disclaimers and the trek template gave them jigger suitable to their experience. Sue inspected the ponies, as she would not pay honest money to tease old nag pit ponies. Each pony had their name on their nose straps of their bridle.

Sue, having had various stalls jobs after school, was the most experienced and had a dainty big jigger, George, that she took to immediately. Bob showed his ignorance with well-trodden questions of"Where 's the ignition/brakes/throttle ?"Causing the scout to humour him with a sarcastic laugh and also win him a scolding from Sue. Bob's large T. H. White jigger 'Trevor'was a slight friskier than the others.

Anita 's initial fervour left her as she cautiously approached her minor jigger, mollie. Sue encouraged her to make friends, holding Anita 's bridge player as she introduced her to the crib. Sue helped her familiarise herself with the shot glass and equipment. Anita was soon stroking and wrapping her arms around the small brown pony's head, as it nuzzled and befriended her spinal column.

five-spot more people joining the trek, absorbing the guide's full aid as they were all tiro.

Sue moved her jigger, George IV alongside, to be tightlipped to Anita and took guardianship. Getting her up onto her pony was sluttish than she thought. Once mounted, Anita 's initial excitement returned. She was now more slack up, as the pony seemed to compensate for her nervousness. Anita kept throwing herself forward to hug and pat Molly 's neck. She enjoyed the pony 's musk and the unique feeling of sitting on top of an animal that was in constant motion.

Bob had the problem of trying to hold in his big blanched pony with both missy laughing at his attempt to wrestle control over his pony. Once he listened to Sue to castrate the sovereignty and be more positive, the pony behaved. Soon they were all led out to an enormous plain and walked around the fringe on their ponies. The usher were struggling with the group of 5 beginners, leaving our trio to their own devices.

Soon they were all led out the gate out onto some common land and they were off. Anita's jigger was happy to follow the radical along a shallow valley with Sue riding alongside Anita, encouraging her to actuate with the gait of the shot glass as it stepped over rocks and pasture tumps. Sue and Anita giggled and joked their way down the valley, ducking under the few low trees.

The trek crisscrossed a shoal stream, making it quite adventurous, with the ponies dropping up and down shallow Banks. Sue didn't need to give Anita too much service as she seemed to make do well with her trot Molly knowing the route.

As the route opened up and got flatter, Sue got Anita to speed up to a crib, showing her how to wax and fall down with the gait of the sawbuck. Anita found it clumsy at first but it soon clicked and pony and Anita became synchronised. Once they calmed back to a base on balls, Sue returned to hinge upon alongside Anita.

"Maybe now you know how learning to ride breed many adolescent phantasy. The air used to be blue with innuendo at sleepovers with crib club friends,"Sue told Anita.

Sue gave Anita her knowing smiling as she exaggerated a hip thrust with the shot glass's gait.

"Sue ! You 're such a disgrace,"Anita responded laughing, whilst feeling the Lapplander excitement with the animal beneath her.

Anita felt more confident now and relaxed Thomas More, being able to enjoy the opinion. Soon the mathematical group followed a way that led to an insulate, vacate, sandy beach. The lunar time period was now out far enough to allow them to trot out into the shoal across to the next bay. Anita and Sue squealed with laughter, enjoying the water splashing over them from the ankle-deep pony.

Out of the blue, one of the lead jigger spooked and broke into a full-of-the-moon gallop, encouraging the former jigger to connect in. Bob's pony now found its self-justification and bolted along the shore, giving pursuit as if in a bowler hat, with Bob holding on for dear life.

Anita's jigger sped up to a controlled canter that initially causing Anita to bounce out of dominance. Sue drew alongside, telling her to endure in the stirrups, bringing Anita back under control. The two rode along the shoreline, with the water splashing around them, creating rainbows in the cheer, both in conniption 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 mounts. Bob looked very bad for himself, standing on the guts with wet peg and shorts. Anita was laughing, catching her breath, 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 itinerary meandered through fields and along the cliffs back to the stables, giving them a bird's-eye view over the hedge of the coastline.

Once back at the horse barn, the trio decided they were all now hungry and ready to return to the pub where they had lunch. Giving them time to retrovert to the apartment to deepen and walk down to the harbour for an even drink.

Anita was sorry to leave her pony, hugging its head. She followed Sue's leading, unbridling molly, and removed her saddle. They rewarded their ponies with carrots and a half-hearted rub down with brushwood, but had to desist Bob from jokingly ` Giving his nag a charge up the bum'.

As Anita stepped back from her shot glass, her invertebrate foot dropped into a hollow in the ground. Her ankle joint twisted sideways, causing her to fall with a screech, almost under Bob's big white jigger. Sue ran over and shoved the crib away as Bob stooped to cradle Anita in his coat of arms and whisked her away to safety. Anita was light in his arms, but he held onto her as if she were cute cargo, being both his and his wife's lover.

Anita wrapped her arms around Bob's neck, holding onto him, looking over his articulatio humeri. Through her tears of electrical shock, Anita looked back to Sue standing with the crib, looking back at her anxiously good of matriarchal business concern. Whilst everyone else saw a concerned father carrying his daughter to guard, Sue saw her lover in pain, being rescued by her loving husband.

As Bob carried her back out of the paddock to a picnic bench to lay her on, Anita felt a wave of security system wash over her. Being carried in his powerful arms, breathing in Bob's familiar aftershave, she felt rubber. She had never experienced this in her lifetime.

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

"Oh you light-headed matter, we'll go back to the apartment later, but let's have a feel at that articulatio talocruralis first and then dinner back at that pub."

Bob hadn't realised the enormity of the postulation from Anita as he lowered her onto the picnic tabletop. The stable's first aider came over and introduced herself as Chrissy. She sat on the table's bench seat below Anita and removed Anita's the boot to check her articulatio talocruralis that was now resting on her lap.

Bob, feeling at a loss, with a first aider now show, went to get them all a cup of tea from the fiddling coffee bar on site.

Anita tried to play down her scream, saying it was more out of shock, explaining to the Chrissy that her ankle joint was okay now. Chrissy looked up to ensure her manipulation of Anita's ankle was n't causing her hurting. A breeze caught Anita's skirt, giving Chrissy a bird's-eye purview up her skirt to see the manifest bulge in her leggings, between her legs.

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

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

"Does that feel better ?"

"MMm, yes, thanks."

"Are you down for the hebdomad ?"Chrissy asked and then made small talk whilst she maintained the ice battalion on Anita's ankle joint. Her little talk culminated in flirtatiously asking Anita about her favourite nightspots.

Chrissy had long blond pilus, looking a little older than Anita, with all welfare from her working outside at the stables, being tanned and gymnastic. From her vantage degree, Anita could see Chrissy 's cleavage and ample breasts fighting to escape her polo shirt. Chrissy 's breathing increased as she kept flicking her hair back, ensuring Anita could see her face.

Chrissy pressed her a moment time over her favourite hangouts. Anita, enjoying the attention, blurted out the few pubs and nightspot she had seen and visited that hebdomad. Chrissy admitted to frequenting ‘ The breakers hut'suggesting that she would be there later. Chrissy 's script drifted above her ankle joint to caress her calf and then winked she caught Anita's eye.

Sue arrived and gave Anita a supportive hug, wiping her teardrop. Anita was more embarrassed at the flurry, explaining it was more of the jolt of losing her basis that caused her to scream, rather than factual pain sensation.

Chrissy confirmed there didn't seem to be any shift or intumescence. She supported Anita as she stood and placed her weightiness on her ankle without any trouble, except for Anita's blushing at causing a tizzy. She produced an accident strain to complete, defaulting to Bob, who had now returned with loving cup of tea.

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

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

Anita and Sue looked shocked, then burst out laughing.

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

Bob and Sue stood back, sipping their hot teatime from the usual polystyrene cup, giving Anita and Chrissy way. Anita saw a questioning look from Chrissy and smiled back at her.

"It's complicated. Maybe if we meet up later I'll explain,"Anita told her, giving her spine a wink, whilst planning her evening and hopefully a surprise for Sue.

The tercet walked back to the car with the conversation returning to their risky venture on the shot glass. The two women were still bubbling with excitement in the car as they drove to the pub. Not having ridden for a few age now, Sue wanted to return to riding. She suggested that if Anita were to shoot the breeze Bristol in the future, maybe they could hinge upon together again ?

The pub was fussy upon their return, but luckily Bob had reserved an evening table at lunch period for them to sit in a bay window inside the older lumber beamed pub as they studied the evening bill of fare. When Bob went up to the bar to order of magnitude, Sue sat closelipped to Anita, holding her hands.

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

"Yes, giving and receiving, why ?"

"well, as you enjoy it so much, and this hebdomad we are exploring so many boulevard I've never been down before. Do you take any of those training toys with you and could you help ?"

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

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

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

The two began to excitedly talk over the pending exploration of Sue and how to guarantee it would be an gratifying experience. The anticipation got the dyad increasingly excited, both holding hands and playing footsy under the table, barely capable to refrain from kissing in public. Bob's regress finally interrupted their laughter and closemouthed provision, again making him suspicious of the two.

After the afternoon 's activeness, the three were ravenous by the time their meals arrived. Bob tucked into runt and king shrimp, whilst the little girl had respective chicken options. All three indulged themselves with versatile chocolate offering for sugariness. Finally, the three left the pub fed and watered with the eve still very young.

Arriving back at the apartment, Bob suggested the girls have the run of the bedroom and shower. He sat in the lounge to render them some privacy whilst he watched some TV.

Sue made a beeline for the toilet to surveil Anita's instructions. Anita checked out her bag of toy dog in the sleeping room. When Sue emerged from the toilet, she could discover Bob snoring. Peeking into the lounge, she saw him led out on the sofa, exhausted and debauched asleep. She closed the lounge door and entered the bedroom to feel 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 hour,"She smiled relieved, allowing them to interchange their design.

The pair of them had built themselves up with their preparation excitement to a point where neither could expect any longer. Both realised that their chance was now usable to them. Without being asked, Sue confidently lost her bathrobe to place upright in her underwear, whilst Anita showed her the furrow up of toys, some of which they had brought together earlier that calendar week.

They immediately discounted the big unity. Leaving the two belittled single and the vibrating cigarette cud Sue had used that morning. The smaller one was clear silicone, and Anita passed it to Sue to feel. It was politic, with some give, not scary at all.

"So, no time like the present, drop em prime,"Anita smiled, hungry to start.

Stepping out of her pantie and popping her bra off, Anita encouraged her to lie grimace down on the bed. Positioning Sue 's rosehip on the bound of the bed with her thighs down the side and her human knee just off the floor. Anita massaged Sue 's bum, starting with her crack, working her bridge player up and down around her bum cheeks. She warmed up the area at the top where her crack meets her spine and ran down passed to her pussy.

Anita's hands relaxed Sue, getting her used to being touched and stroked around her anus. Once Anita felt her relaxing, she teased her fingers closer, just around her muscularity flower. Then she licked her knife up and down her crack, lingering around her target flower, again teasing the muscle.

Sue was almost purring now, feeling relaxed and hoping penetration would experience as dainty as Anita massaging her. Anita's tongue gently lapped its way closer and teased some pressure level into Sue, causing her to gasp in delight. She teased her digit around Sue's flower once more, gently applying pressure into Sue but not entering. She could feel Sue was relaxed, so with a little lube slipped her thumb in for Sue to gasp and hum.

"Mmm, that's nice."

Sue's excitement grew at breaking the tabu of enjoying her book binding door. Anita lubed a finger up and slowly stroked Sue's behind, drifting closer in.

"Just a finger's breadth to start, stay relaxed and tell me if anything hurts or is uncomfortable,"Anita instructed.

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

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

Anita slowly eased her finger in and out until her whole digit was easily penetrating her. She pulled her fingerbreadth out to tease Sue by popping it in and out respective prison term.

Anita encouraged Sue to wax onto all fours on the bed, enjoyed seeing Sue's older and slightly rounder impudence offered to her. Sue's pussy was enticing, but that wasn't the subject for the moment.

Anita picked up the smallest dildo and lubed it with her other hand. At the next 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 in.

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

Anita slowly played the toy in and out, escalating its depth and width, rotating it to encourage Sue to stretch whilst helping Sue spread her wooden leg a little encourage apart. It surprised Anita at how agitate she was getting watching the toy's procession 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 tight fit, so ignored it. Anita saw Sue's discarded bra and panties she had a devilish idea. She encouraged Sue's hand between her stage 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, scanty and removed her own. She couldn't resist leaning over to kiss Sue, who was now moaning, enjoying her self-induced delights. She fondled Sue's hanging boob, enjoying watching them swing.

Anita returned to stand behind Sue, out of sight. She tied both their step-in around the junction between Sue's bra cups into a large knot. She then pumped lubricate onto her shaft and worked it around. Now Anita's hullabaloo was rising to a acme, desperate in her desire to penetrate Sue's rear.

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

"OK ? Here is the adjacent size, not a great deal bigger ... I've warmed it up."

Anita 's heart was pounding under her bosom. She engaged her tip with Sue, leaning over Sue's back and with both hands, stuffed the gag knot of pantie into Sue's mouth.

"Mmmph .... ?"Sue questioned but made no move to take away the bundle.

Anita ran the bra straps on either incline of Sue 's headland. This was now her curb, and she was going to tantalise her new pony. She ensured her jibe 's tip was still in position and pressed it forwards. Her barb's top dog squeezed as Sue stretched, and slowly she entered Sue's tight, strong passage.

Sue enjoyed this new toy. It felt magnanimous, and once in it felt more like a penis 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 reign pulling Sue back onto her, gradually filling her up, until her cheeks bottomed onto Anita's hips. Sue's physical structure quivered with hullabaloo.

"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 tool, governed by Anita's force per unit area on her reigns.

"good shot glass ... Lovely jigger ... What a lovely pony you are."Anita purred.

She held both bra strap'reigns in one helping hand, allowing her to stroke and fondled Sue's cheek with her free helping hand. Anita was ecstatic, not just to be inside Sue's tight rear tunnel but also enacting riding her like a pony.

Sue felt the additional excitement as well. To feature anal retentive sex would have been unthinkable before she met Anita, but here she was. It felt so way-out to savour having her butt filled with a cock attached to a beautiful youth trans-woman whilst being ridden like a pony. She could feel her kitty-cat drip and could n't resist its magnetic pull, allowing her free handwriting to gain and satisfy her pussy.

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

She pulled harder on the reigns as she slammed into Sue's behind, to duplicate again, and again ... Sue's finger was now frigging hard on her kitty-cat, and waves of tingling building climax flowed through her.

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

Anita could feel Sue's hired hand down near her clod and her quivering with her resulting excitement. Anita voodoo buttons were all being pushed as she thrust deeply into Sue, whilst her crib frigged herself off. Sue started arching her rachis with her drive back onto Anita. Sue's muscles clamped down even pie-eyed on her shaft inside Sue with each thrust, causing Anita's rage to bubble over, releasing it all inside Sue as she held her push deeply into her.

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

Sue felt Anita deflating inside her and tried to clamp her muscleman to trap her inside for just a few bit longer, but only squeezed her out instead. Her improvised bra bridle was now dangling free, allowing her to commit it out of her mouth. Sue chuckled at the innovative crick that seemed to work for them both.

She rolled around on the bed to lie on her back, looking up at Anita who was still unsloped kneeling on the bed. Anita 's hands fondling her own breasts, her trunk still tense as her flood tide abated, with her eyes closed, holding onto the import. Sue enjoyed the vision of her, soaked in sweat and her cock still glistening with lube deflating.

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

"Anita, that was so fucking kinky, did you like your crib ride ?"Sue asked.

'' That was fucking unbelievable Sue, are you okay, I did n't wound 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 foreign having a strong liquid pumped into you there, a fantastic gracious strange ... It's very different in a nice, kinky, naughty way,"Sue admitted kissing Anita.

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

They had dozed a short when Sue suggested having showers and getting ready, as Bob will necessitate to shower as well. They both drifted to the shower helping hand in hand, both now accustomed to showering together.

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

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

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

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

"Mmm okay, love ... Um ... I 'm not feeling brilliant ... I'll smell 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 door shut, they could listen Bob throwing up. After a quiet pause, Sue knocked on the door.

"Are you okay, eff ?"

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

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

"I could take heed it ! He doesn't sound good. You still okay to go out tonight ?"Anita asked, concerned.

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

As they got fix, they could take heed Bob in the shower bath, then more throwing up. After a spell, there was a knock on the bedchamber door.

"You girls decent ?"Bob asked, despite having animal noesis of them both.

"Yes, you oaf, come in ... Jeez, Bob, you look awful,"Sue said as bob came through the room access, flannel as a sheet.

"It's both remainder, so I'll crash on the sofa tonight so you won't wake me when you come back. You girls go out and have a trade good clock time,"Bob said, looking very dreary for himself.

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

Soon the two women were gear up, both in summertime clothes, showing off their bare shoulder and arms, ready to political party. Sue checked in on Bob but he was already curled up on the sofa snoring.

The two char set off into the warm evening to join the throngs of citizenry also heading out.

To Be Continued *******