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Bob and Anita returned to the flat later that dawn. Both were still good of hullabaloo and weary from surfing.

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

They found Sue dressed, pes up on the sofa, dozing in front of daytime TV. A stale cup of java on the table and her headphone still in her bridge player, slumped by her position. She had cleaned the flat, leaving discharge drawers and closet open for Anita to use. Bob jumped in the shower whilst Anita unpacked, leaving Sue to sleep.

Sue awoke as she heard the kettleful boil. Opening her oculus and stretch, she saw Bob dressed in T-shirt and shorts, smiling at her.

"Tea or deep brown ? Seeing as you had left your last cup to go cold."

"Tea please, what's the prison term ?"As she glanced at the prison term on her phone, they still had lots of metre,"How did you both get on ?"

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

"We've heaps of time, there's a pub near the knight stables for luncheon ?"Sue suggested.

"sound like a program, I'll Google it."

"Already done, have a look,"Sue passed Bob her phone, open to Google mathematical function. Bob made a mental bank bill of the simple path and location of the pub, which was on itinerary to the stables.

Bob and Sue sat over a cup of tea chatting. When Anita exited the shower and slipped into the sleeping accommodation. Sue joined her to excuse that she may call for to relocate her menage jewel, as it would n't be advisable to insert everything underneath when riding a horse. Anita wore a brusque, light blue, loose, skater dress over her legging, to hide her bulge at the front. Sue wore a tenacious jersey to hide her bum that was now stressed by her leggings.

Bob enjoyed the view of the two women as they walked from the park car to a mesa in the beer garden of their Chosen pub. The breeze flicked Anita 's skirt as she walked to tease him with eyeshot of the underside of her cheeks whilst Sue now walked with newfound confidence, making Bob ado in his boxers.

The bill of fare contained the usual pub dejeuner fair, so they were soon sitting with drinks waiting for dejeuner. Anita was still bubbling over with stories of that dayspring's surfing. Bob laughed and interjecting with gesticulations of how she tumbled at each crepuscule into the water. Sue loved the excitement of the conversation but was glad that she had stayed in bed.

Bob popped to the lad before luncheon arrived, allowing Sue to huddle up to Anita and whispered her dayspring 's experience. The tale of her forenoon's masturbation caused Anita to giggle and confess in delectation.

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

Sue told her about the trouble she had with the vibrating tooshie plug, especially once slippery with the lube. Anita then explained that she had more suitable plug for Sue's beginning fourth dimension. As it was early for lunch, the pub 's beer garden was tranquil, prompting Sue to be a piffling to a lesser extent candid.

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

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

After lunch, they drove the short distance to the horse stables. Upon arriving, they signed disclaimer and the trek guides gave them trot suitable to their experience. Sue inspected the trot, as she would not pay sound money to twit old nag pit pony. Each pony had their epithet on their nose strap of their bridles.

Sue, having had various unchanging jobs after school, was the most experienced and had a nice big shot glass, 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 tongue-lashing from Sue. Bob's vauntingly white crib 'Trevor'was a short friskier than the others.

Anita 's initial agitation left her as she cautiously approached her smaller jigger, mollie. Sue encouraged her to make friends, holding Anita 's handwriting as she introduced her to the pony. Sue helped her familiarise herself with the jigger and equipment. Anita was soon stroking and wrapping her arms around the humble John Brown pony's head, as it nuzzled and befriended her binding.

Five more masses joining the trek, absorbing the guide's full attention as they were all beginners.

Sue moved her pony, George VI alongside, to be closer to Anita and took charge. Getting her up onto her pony was well-off than she thought. Once mounted, Anita 's initial excitement returned. She was now More relaxed, as the pony seemed to compensate for her nervousness. Anita kept throwing herself forward to hug and pat Molly 's neck opening. She enjoyed the pony 's musk and the unique tactual sensation of sitting on top of an animal that was in constant motion.

Bob had the problem of trying to hold in his larger livid pony with both girls laughing at his attempts to wrestle control over his shot glass. Once he listened to Sue to castrate the reigns and be more confident, the pony behaved. Soon they were all led out to an enormous field and walked around the periphery on their ponies. The guides were struggling with the group of 5 beginners, leaving our terzetto to their own devices.

Soon they were all led out the gate out onto some uncouth farming and they were off. Anita's pony was felicitous to follow the group along a shallow valley with Sue riding alongside Anita, encouraging her to move with the gait of the trot as it stepped over stone and grass tumps. Sue and Anita giggled and joked their way down the vale, ducking under the few low trees.

The trek crisscrossed a shallow stream, making it quite adventurous, with the jigger dropping up and down shallow banks. Sue didn't penury to turn over Anita too much assist as she seemed to make out well with her jigger mollie knowing the road.

As the road opened up and got flatter, Sue got Anita to hurry up to a trot, showing her how to wax and fall with the gait of the horse. Anita found it clumsy at first but it soon clicked and pony and Anita became contemporize. Once they calmed back to a walkway, Sue returned to ride alongside Anita.

"Maybe now you know how ascertain to ride spawned many puerile fantasies. The air used to be blue with innuendo at sleepovers with shot glass golf club friends,"Sue told Anita.

Sue gave Anita her knowing smile as she exaggerated a hip thrust with the crib's gait.

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

Anita felt more positive now and relaxed more, being able to enjoy the view. Soon the chemical group followed a route that led to an isolated, empty, sandy beach. The tide was now out far enough to allow them to jog out into the shallow across to the future bay. Anita and Sue squealed with laughter, enjoying the water splashing over them from the ankle-deep ponies.

Out of the blue sky, one of the lead ponies spooked and broke into a broad gallop, encouraging the other jigger to join in. Bob's pony now found its excuse and bolted along the shore, giving Salmon Portland Chase as if in a plug hat, with Bob holding on for dear liveliness.

Anita's shot glass 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 piddle splashing around them, creating rainbows in the fair weather, both in conniption of giggles.

Eventually, they caught up with the group waiting at the end of the bay. Only Sue, Anita and the scout had remained on their setting. Bob looked very sorry for himself, standing on the sand with wet legs and short circuit. Anita was laughing, catching her intimation, 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 path meandered through fields and along the cliff back to the stables, giving them a bird's-eye view over the hedgerow of the coastline.

Once back at the stables, the trio decided they were all now thirsty and ready to come back to the pub where they had dejeuner. Giving them time to reelect to the apartment to change and take the air down to the harbor for an evening drink.

Anita was sorry to leave her pony, hugging its head. She followed Sue's lead, unbridling molly, and removed her saddle. They rewarded their pony with carrots and a lukewarm rub down with brushes, but had to refrain Bob from jokingly ` Giving his nag a kick up the bum'.

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

Anita wrapped her arm around Bob's neck, holding onto him, looking over his shoulder joint. Through her teardrop of jounce, Anita looked back to Sue standing with the ponies, looking back at her anxiously broad of matriarchal business concern. Whilst everyone else saw a come to father carrying his daughter to base hit, Sue saw her lover in pain, being rescued by her loving husband.

As Bob carried her vertebral column out of the paddock to a piece of cake bench to lay her on, Anita felt a moving ridge of security race over her. Being carried in his powerful blazon, breathing in Bob's familiar aftershave, she felt secure. She had never experienced this in her lifetime.

Before she knew it she asked,"Bob, can I derive home with you and Sue ?"

"Oh you silly 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 request from Anita as he lowered her onto the picnic tabletop. The stable's showtime aider came over and introduced herself as Chrissy. She sat on the table's workbench seat below Anita and removed Anita's bang to check her ankle that was now resting on her lap.

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

Anita tried to run down her screeching, saying it was more out of blow, 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 duck soup caught Anita's skirt, giving Chrissy a bird's-eye thought up her skirt to see the patent gibbousness in her leggings, between her legs.

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

She produced an ice pack from her knapsack and she wrapped it around her mortise joint, whilst massaging the pack around.

"Energy Department that experience better ?"

"MMm, yes, thanks."

"Are you down for the week ?"Chrissy asked and then made small talk whilst she maintained the ice face pack on Anita's ankle. Her minuscule lecture culminated in flirtatiously asking Anita about her favourite nightspots.

Chrissy had long blond hair, looking a footling sr. than Anita, with all benefits from her working outside at the stables, being tanned and athletic. From her vantage percentage point, Anita could see Chrissy 's segmentation and ample breasts fighting to scat her polo shirt. Chrissy 's breathing increased as she kept flicking her pilus back, ensuring Anita could see her face.

Chrissy pressed her a indorse time over her favourite hangouts. Anita, enjoying the attention, blurted out the few pubs and night club she had seen and visited that week. Chrissy admitted to frequenting ‘ The Surf hovel'suggesting that she would be there later. Chrissy 's bridge player drifted above her mortise joint to caress her calf and then winked she caught Anita's eye.

Sue arrived and gave Anita a supportive hug, wiping her binge. Anita was more embarrassed at the fuss, explaining it was more of the shock of losing her basis that caused her to squall, rather than literal pain sensation.

Chrissy confirmed there didn't seem to be any break or swelling. 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 spat. She produced an accident build to complete, defaulting to Bob, who had now returned with 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, young lady Sir Leslie Stephen, Anita Sir Leslie Stephen,"Bob cut in to correct her.

Anita and Sue looked scandalise, then burst out laughing.

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

Bob and Sue stood back, sipping their hot teas from the usual polystyrene cups, giving Anita and Chrissy room. 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 backbone a wink, whilst planning her evening and hopefully a surprisal for Sue.

The tierce walked back to the car with the conversation returning to their risky venture on the shot glass. The two woman were still bubbling with excitement in the car as they drove to the pub. Not having ridden for a few twelvemonth now, Sue wanted to regress to riding. She suggested that if Anita were to chit-chat Bristol in the future, maybe they could rally together again ?

The pub was meddlesome upon their return, but luckily Bob had reserved an evening table at lunchtime for them to sit in a bay window inside the older woodland beamed pub as they studied the evening menus. When Bob went up to the bar to guild, Sue sat closer to Anita, holding her hands.

"Anita ? You enjoy anal 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 avenues I've never been down before. Do you have any of those training toys with you and could you help ?"

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

"I enjoyed having that vibrating fanny hack inside me this morn, but with Bob being so big it would be chilling 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 course, I'd lovemaking to,"Anita giggled and hugged her.

The two began to excitedly discuss the pending exploration of Sue and how to ensure it would be an enjoyable experience. The prevision got the pair increasingly excited, both holding hands and playing footsy under the table, barely capable to refrain from kissing in public. Bob's return finally interrupted their laugh and secretive planning, again making him fishy of the two.

After the good afternoon 's activity, the three were ravenous by the time their meals arrived. Bob tucked into shrimp and king prawns, whilst the girls had various crybaby options. All three indulged themselves with assorted drinking chocolate offerings for sweetness. Finally, the three left the pub fed and watered with the evening still very young.

Arriving back at the apartment, Bob suggested the young lady have the run of the sleeping room and shower. He sat in the waiting area to break them some secrecy whilst he watched some TV.

Sue made a beeline for the toilet to trace Anita's instructions. Anita checked out her bag of toy in the bedroom. When Sue emerged from the toilet, she could get wind Bob snoring. Peeking into the waiting area, she saw him led out on the sofa, exhausted and fast asleep. She closed the waiting area door and entered the bedroom to find Anita stood in her underclothes, 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 deepen their plan.

The pair of them had built themselves up with their provision excitement to a point where neither could hold off any thirster. Both realised that their chance was now available to them. Without being asked, Sue confidently lost her bathrobe to stand in her underwear, whilst Anita showed her the line of business up of miniature, some of which they had brought together earlier that week.

They immediately discounted the big ones. Leaving the two modest ones and the vibrating buttocks hype Sue had used that morning. The modest one was percipient silicone, and Anita passed it to Sue to feel. It was liquid, with some give, not scary at all.

"So, no metre like the demo, pearl em flush,"Anita smiled, hungry to start.

Stepping out of her panties and popping her bra off, Anita encouraged her to lie face down on the bed. Positioning Sue 's hips on the border of the bed with her second joint down the position and her knees just off the flooring. Anita massaged Sue 's bum, starting with her crevice, working her hands up and down around her bum cheeks. She warmed up the area at the top where her cranny meets her spine and ran down passed to her pussy.

Anita's deal 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 sinew flower. Then she licked her lingua up and down her crevice, lingering around her prey flower, again teasing the muscle.

Sue was almost purring now, feeling relaxed and hoping insight would feel as nice as Anita massaging her. Anita's natural language gently lapped its way finisher and teased some air pressure into Sue, causing her to heave in pleasure. She teased her fingers around Sue's bloom once more, gently applying pressure into Sue but not entering. She could find Sue was relaxed, so with a little lubricator slipped her ovolo in for Sue to gasp and hum.

"Mmm, that's nice."

Sue's agitation grew at breaking the tabu of enjoying her hinder door. Anita lubed a digit up and slowly stroked Sue's behind, drifting closer in.

"Just a finger to commence, bide relaxed and tell me if anything hurts or is uncomfortable,"Anita instructed.

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

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

Anita slowly eased her finger's breadth in and out until her unit finger was easily penetrating her. She pulled her finger's breadth out to tease Sue by popping it in and out several times.

Anita encouraged Sue to climb up onto all quatern on the bed, enjoyed seeing Sue's older and slightly rounder cheeks 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 former script. At the adjacent pulling out of her fingerbreadth, she substituted it with the toy but was more gradual inserting it, and soon it was more than a digit 's width in.

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

Anita slowly played the toy in and out, escalating its depth and width, rotating it to further Sue to stretch whilst helping Sue spread her legs a little advance apart. It surprised Anita at how excited she was getting watching the toy's onward motion in and out of Sue, aching to embark 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 step-in she had a devilish idea. She encouraged Sue's bridge player between her legs to manipulating the dildo herself. Sue held onto the lollipop 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 boobs, enjoying watching them swing.

Anita returned to stand behind Sue, out of spate. She tied both their panty around the joint between Sue's bra cupful into a bombastic greyback. She then pumped lube onto her shaft 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 hand replaced Sue's on the end of the toy and withdrew it slowly.

"okey ? Here is the next size, not much bigger ... I've warmed it up."

Anita 's warmness was pounding under her boob. She engaged her tip with Sue, leaning over Sue's back and with both hands, stuffed the gag mile of panty into Sue's mouth.

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

Anita ran the bra straps on either position of Sue 's head. This was now her bridle, and she was going to twit her new pony. She ensured her shaft 's tip was still in position and pressed it forwards. Her beam of light's promontory squeezed as Sue stretched, and slowly she entered Sue's tight, warm passage.

Sue enjoyed this new toy. It felt enceinte, and once in it felt more like a penis than the taper 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 buttock bottomed onto Anita's hips. Sue's eubstance 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 reigns. Sue got the idea and was soon sliding in and out on Anita's barb, governed by Anita's pressing on her reigns.

"commodity pony ... Lovely pony ... What a adorable pony you are."Anita purred.

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

Sue felt the additional inflammation as well. To receive anal sex would have been unthinkable before she met Anita, but here she was. It felt so perverted to savor having her butt filled with a cock attached to a beautiful offspring trans-woman whilst being ridden like a jigger. She could feel her kitty-cat dripping and could n't resist its magnetic pull, allowing her free handwriting to reach out and satisfy her pussy.

"I think it is 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 ingeminate again, and again ... Sue's finger was now frigging hard on her snatch, and moving ridge of tingling building climax flowed through her.

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

Anita could feel Sue's handwriting down near her balls and her quivering with her resulting excitement. Anita fetich push button were all being pushed as she thrust deeply into Sue, whilst her pony frigged herself off. Sue started arching her backbone with her stab back onto Anita. Sue's muscles clamped down even tighter on her light beam inside Sue with each poking, causing Anita's passion to brim over, releasing it all inside Sue as she held her stab deeply into her.

Feeling Anita's giving of lovesome fluid bursting into her, an exploding a crescendo of orgasm slamming through Sue. The orgasm overtook her, and her supporting arm collapsed, bringing her case 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 brawn to trap her interior for just a few second longer, but only squeezed her out instead. Her jury-rigged bra bridle was now dangling free, allowing her to pull it out of her lip. Sue chuckled at the forward-looking kink 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 upright kneeling on the bed. Anita 's hands fondling her own breasts, her torso still tense up as her climax abated, with her eyes closed, holding onto the moment. Sue enjoyed the visual sensation of her, soaked in sweat and her shaft still glistening with lubricator deflating.

Anita opened her eye 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 former passionately.

"Anita, that was so fucking kinky, did you like your pony ride ?"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 foreign having a warm liquidity pumped into you there, a marvellous decent strange ... It's very different in a nice, kinky, naughty way,"Sue admitted kissing Anita.

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

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

After showering, they emerged to determine Bob still snoring, curled up in a Lucille 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 quick, I'll Wake Island him up for his exhibitioner and join you in a second."

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

"Mmm okey, erotic love ... 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 picket ..."

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

No soon as the doorway shut, they could find out Bob throwing up. After a tranquillise pause, Sue knocked on the door.

"Are you okay, love ?"

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

Sue entered the sleeping room, hoping Bob would be alright but also not wanting to leave out a nighttime out with Anita.

"I could hear it ! He doesn't sound unspoiled. You still approve to go out tonight ?"Anita asked, concerned.

'' You never know with seafood how long it 's been hanging around. Whether it 's saucy or just reheated from lunchtime ... He 'll exist ... 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 hear Bob in the shower, then more throwing up. After a while, there was a knock on the bedroom door.

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

"Yes, you oaf, come in ... Jeez, Bob, you look awe-inspiring,"Sue said as bob came through the door, white as a sheet.

"It's both ends, so I'll crash on the sofa tonight so you won't wake me when you come back. You girls go out and take a safe sentence,"Bob said, looking very sorry for himself.

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

Soon the two cleaning lady were ready, both in summer dress, showing off their bare articulatio humeri and implements of war, set up to party. Sue checked in on Bob but he was already curled up on the sofa stertor.

The two cleaning lady set off into the warm evening to bring together the throngs of people also heading out.

To Be Continued *******