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It all began as a game. I was 46-years old and I had become hooked on cyber life. Online you can be whoever you want to be and tell your wildest fantasies. I had been chatting with one guy in another town, about 280 miles away. He was black and I confessed to him that I had always wanted to get gang banged by a group of black men. We chatted off and on for about 4-years and he told me if I was still interested in my fantasy, he could arrange it. He asked at a time when my life was in a rut and I was scared I was going to live the rest of my life without at least one good fuck. On a wild whim I agreed.

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The arrangements were made, and he even bought my round trip tickets to fly down to meet him. Getting on the plane, I experienced a pang of guilt for what I was about to do. But I took a deep breath and proceeded to nervously board the plane.

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When I arrived, Aaron, my online friend, greeted me at the airport. He was even more handsome than his picture, standing 6-foot 2, with an athletic frame, and his dark skin magnifying his muscles. When I saw him, I immediately thought of ?Hawk? from the old ?Spencer for Hire? TV series. I got weak in the knees at the mere thought of just kissing him. The ride to the hotel was spent in small talk about the weather and Houston's traffic. As soon as we parked in front of room 113 a knot of fear wrenched my stomach. What was I thinking? How could I go through with this crazy idea?

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Aaron quickly anticipated my reaction and slowly reached out for my hand. Then as he lightly kissed it, he told me to relax, that if I wanted to back out I could. He told me to put all my trust in him, that he would not let any harm happen to me. Like a little lost lamb I followed him into the hotel room. I was expecting to be greeted by a room full of black men, and not only was it empty but it was bright and inviting looking.

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Nervously I sat down at the table and Aaron handed me a drink, bourbon on the rocks. Sipping it slowly I began to relax a little.

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Taking my hands, Aaron caressed and kissed them as he slowly tightened his grip. Then holding them firmly, told me, " Listen carefully, I have invested a lot of time and money arranging this for you. I know this is what you truly desire and this is what you need. I do not however want to force you to do anything unless it is agreed upon. I want you to decide, but before you decide, go to the bathroom and take off your underwear for me, and hand the underwear to me. Then change into this skirt and blouse, stilettos and come out. No matter what the temptation, while you?re changing, don't touch your sweet cunt."

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Once in the bathroom, as instructed, I quickly removed my panties. As I slid them down my thighs, I noticed that there was a wet spot on the crotch. I was scared to death, yet Immensely aroused at the same time. Opening the bathroom door a crack, I stuck my arm out and handed Aaron my panties. Stripping off the rest of my cloths, I donned the black mini skirt and the low cut blouse that he?d left for me. When I looked in the mirror, I realized that it looked like a hooker?s costume. Suddenly I felt cheap, and sluttish like a common whore. But I was worse than a hooker. A hooker sleeps with men for money to make a living. Me, I was going to do it for free, just to get my pussy full of black cock.

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As I walked out of the bathroom, Aaron told me sit down at the table facing him. As I moved towards the chair, he ordered me to, "Spread your legs apart, so I can see the merchandise..." Like someone in a hypnotic trance, I sat down and obediently spread my legs out as wide as I could. Feeling his eyes burning into me made my pussy wetter and wetter. As I watched, he raised my underwear to his nose and then sighed as he took a deep breath. Then with a little smile, he held them up to my nose, "here bitch, smell your self".

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As I smelled my own muskiness I began to feel intoxicated with lust, raw sexual lust.

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Suddenly Aaron shoved a paper into my hands and told me to read it. As I looked at the paper I realized that it was a contract, a sex contract. By signing it I would I agree to perform sexual acts with him and multiple partners. According to the terms of the contract, it went into affect at midnight tonight and end on Sunday evening at 6:00 p.m. it stated that during that time frame I agreed to be a sex slave/prisoner and would be held in "LOCKDOWN" for the weekend and that I agreed that I was a willing participant. I absolved him and the multiple partners of all blame for anything that transpired.

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I was so surprised by the contents that I jumped up and I started to walk out the door. Before I got two steps, Aaron pushed me back down in the chair, and snapped, "Look you fucking slut, I told you that I?ve invested a lot of money in this. Now either you sign the fucking contract or suffer the consequences."

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Fearfully, I asked him what consequences were. For an answer, he pulled out a tape recorder. Turned out that the bastard had recorded all of our prior phone calls. " The consequences are,? he smirked, ?that I?ll send copies of these to every person that you know. Then all your lily- white friends will know that you?re a fucking slut that wants black cock. Your ex-husband, your parents, your children, your neighbors, everyone will know."

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When I started to speak, Aaron?s huge hand slapped me across the face hard enough to knock me out of the chair. Grabbing me by the hair, Aaron drug me back into my chair, and jammed the pen in my hand, "Sign it, bitch.?

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Through my tears I can barely see the paper as I signed away my dignity. As soon as it?s signed, Aaron told me to lie down on the bed. As I lay down, I grab a blanket to cover myself. Aaron quickly moved the cover and commanded me to once to spread my legs, and to touch my pussy. Amidst all the fears that were swirling through my mind, my pussy was swollen and wet.

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As I lay there, Aaron turned on the tape recorder so I could hear my voice telling him that I wanted to be tied spread eagle and ganged banged. I could hear myself saying the nastiest things to him. I even heard myself cumming for him over the telephone. I look at the clock; it was only 9:30 p.m. I still had to wait two and a half hours for this ordeal to begin.

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Aaron got out four leather straps and used them to bind my arms and legs to the four bedposts. Even wearing the skirt and blouse, I was still blatantly exposed to this man, who had yet to even kiss me. When he taped my mouth, I was completely helpless.

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Then Aaron left and was gone for over an hour. When he returned, he had two men with him; one was around 35 and so black that he was almost blue. Between his wide nose and dark color, looked like he?d just got off the plan from Africa. The other guy was young, tall and thin and was light skinned. They totally ignore me, not even looking at me. They start talking about sports and were soon pouring out a white substance on the table. When I saw them using a razor to cut it up and form it into lines, I was even more scared.

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At 11:30 there was a knock at the door, and 4-more guys came in. like the other guys, they ignored me. I closed my eyes and tried to relax, and soon I began to drift off to asleep. I had just barely drifted into a sound sleep when I sensed someone watching me. When I opened my eyes, there seven naked guys standing around the bed staring at me. All seven were stroking their cocks as they bit their lips in anticipation of things to come. I turned my head and looked at the clock, and it was 2-minutes until midnight, and then I look the other way and saw a video camera set up to record it all.

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When Midnight struck, the guys were all still slowly stroking their cocks. I felt a puddle of my juices soaking my ass cheeks, as despite my fear my pussy ached to get fucked. Another fifteen minutes of just being watched passed, and I want to get fucked more than ever. Still tied, I?m unable to do more than hunch my lower body up in anticipation of get fucked in this humiliating way. Whatever thoughts I had of backing out went out of the window, all I could think about was all those hard cocks, with pre-cum oozing out of those big black cocks. I was like a wild tigress tied up, as I tried to spread my legs wider as a signal to the men that I was ready to fuck.

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Finally the ugly blue-black African looking man sat beside me with a 10-inch bladed knife in his hand. Panic came over me as he took the knife and slowly caressed my neck, down to in between my breast and then with one clean slice he cut off my blouse and bra. Next he did the same to my skirt with the tip point ending up touching my clit. Then he slowly slid the cold blade down to the outer lips of my swollen pussy. The steel blade felt cool against my warmness, escalating my need to be touched.

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As the African's fat chubby hands spread my legs even further, I could feel my pussy opening, and I want him so fucking bad that I shudder with desire. He jammed one stubby finger into me and like a bitch in heat I start hunching my hips off the bed and fucking his finger. He lets me hunch it for a couple of minutes, and then he took it out and licks his fingers like he was eating a fried chicken leg.

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After getting on his knees between my legs, he grabbed his short but fat chubby cock, and position himself over me. Then I watched as he gently rubbed the head of his cock against my clit. I couldn?t figure out what he was doing as he pushed his body onto me, obviously avoiding my hole. It was like he was trying to fuck my clit and not my pussy. I never in my life wanted a cock inside of me as bad as I did right then. Even though my clit was enjoying the attention my pussy had a need that needed to be filled.

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All of a sudden I felt hands all over me, and someone yanked the tape off of my mouth. Before I knew it, my friend Aaron was in my face almost shouting, ?Tell everyone what you want, you fucking slut-whore. Tell 'em!? And then once again I hear my voice on the tape recorder, telling Aaron how I wanted to be fucked by black cocks. Out of my driven desires I yell out, ?Please fuck me, fuck me hard, fuck me all of you, please.?

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Moving up and kneeling over my chest, the African put his slimy cock between my lips. I can taste me and his pre-cum oozing over my lips, flicking my tongue out, I dig it into his pee-hole. Taking it in my mouth, I began to slowly suck it. As I?m sucking his cock, another man with a cock about 9-inches begins to slide the head of his cock over my engorged lips. With one swift motion he thrusts his whole member inside of me, giving me what my body has been craving. He pounds me hard enough to leave bruises, and just as I?m about to cum, he pulls out and slaps my pussy so hard the pain blocked my cumming. As my body winched at the slap, he snarled. "Not yet, you fucking whore. You can't cum until we tell you too!" .

To emphasize the point, my bonds are undone and I?m flipped over on my belly. As I?m being held down, Aaron comes up from behind me and with a big thick belt he lands a vicious lash across my naked ass. And then before I can react, another, all the while screaming that, ?You?re now a black mans whore. That means that you can't cum until I tell you its OK. If you do with my permission, you will suffer the consequences.?

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When he stopped, he told me ride the guy under me. There was nothing that I like more than riding a hard cock cowgirl style. Quickly, I lower myself down onto the guy?s 9-inch cock. As the huge head forced its way between my lips, and filled my aching cock, I could almost feel myself starting to cum. Suddenly I felt another crack across my ass by his belt. Another I ride the guy under me, like a bucking horse, another guy comes up behind me. I gasped with fright, when I looked over my shoulder. He was hung like a horse. His cock was over 13-inches long. As he moved up against me, I could feel him pressing its head against my sphincter.

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Grabbing a hand full of Vaseline, he smears a heavy coat all over his cock, and then slowly starts sliding his cock into my tight ass. Since I?d never been fucked in the ass before, I was amazed at how easy such a big, and I mean big cock was able to fit in my ass.

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The feeling of both cocks in me at the same time was so awesome that before I knew it, I was begging them to let me cum. When I look over my shoulder, Aaron nods his agreement. Five more long strokes, and I could hear both of them begin to grunt like pigs as they thrust their cocks harder and harder into me. Just as I felt like they were about to split me apart, it began. As both cocks pressed against my g-spot, I scream, ?I'M CUMMMINNNGG AAAAAUUUUUGGGGGGG,? just as my fluids gushed out and soaked whole bed.

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For the next 24 hours my body was used like a piece of meat. Whatever pleasure I thought I was seeking was turned into pure animalistic instinct. My pussy, my mouth, my ass was stuffed with cocks at all times. My ass was fucked so many times that I was torn and felt as if I had been brutalized. My pussy and my mouth at various times had multiple cocks stuffed inside, they kept calling me a filthy white whore and that was exactly what I was.

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At one time Aaron had me kneeling, with my mouth wide open while all the guys took turns depositing their huge loads of cum in my mouth. I must have swallowed a gallon of hot salty cum.

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Then they tied me to the bed on my stomach and each one ?smack? took turns with ?smack? a razor strap. Again ?smack? and again ?smack? they ?smack? spanked me. They laughed ?smack? at my ?smack? tears and ?smack? kept going. When I ?smack? begged them ?smack? to stop, ?smack? they kept going. I screamed ?smack? as each ?smack? hard blow ?smack? cut into ?smack? the flesh of my ?smack? naked butt. They ?smack? kept spanking ?smack? me until ?smack? I bit my ?smack? lip and was ?smack? silent. Once it was clear that I?d really learned my lesson, they ?smack? swatted me ?smack? at least ?smack? a dozen times ?smack? just to ?smack? be sure that ?smack? I was submitting ?smack? to their ?smack? authority.

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More guys had come in, and when the spankings stopped, each one took a turn plunging their big cocks into my already widely open ass.

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As tired as my mind and body was, my pussy, like the energizer bunny as I kept cumming and cumming for these vile cruel men. They thought it was from pleasure, but the thrill of having a gang-bang was long past. Anytime I protested and begged them to stop, they would gag me until I was about to cum and then they would take the gag off so they could listen to me scream as I cummed. I couldn?t believe the sounds coming out of my mouth, sounds that my ears couldn't even comprehend...animal guttural sounds.

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Around midnight that Saturday, I eventually passed out from exhaustion. My whole body was covered in their cum, thick and nasty and smelling of black musk. I could hear the humming of a ceiling fan and the sound comforted me. As I lay there I could sense that the room was empty. As my mind drifted, I dreamed of being in a place with a flowing river and running cool beneath my feet.

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When I heard someone coming in the door, my mind started to panic, but I couldn't open them because dried cum coated my eyes lids and glued them shut. A voice spoke to me in a heavy Caribbean accent, "my Lord, what dos men done to you child?" I tried to answer, but all that came out was a moan. " Don't cha worry none, Corina is gonna help you,? she assured me in a calming voice. I started to cry, mainly out of shame. "Come child, lets get you cleaned up,? she said as she gently helped me into the bathroom. The Jacuzzi was already filled and it had a lilac scent to it. When she helped me step into the warm tub it was like stepping into a pool of cool waters in an oasis in the middle of the Sahara desert.

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Humming an unfamiliar yet comforting song, Corina began by gently washing my hair. Closing my eyes, I laid my head back and tried to forget the past few days. She used the sponge to wash the dried cum off my face, my eyes and even my ears. With loving gentle hands she washed each breast, taking care not hurt them further.

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When she got to my stomach, her hand got a little firmer in scrubbing and cleaned out my navel as well. When she saw my swollen crotch, she shook her and said, "Dat's de evil thang right there miss, she dun't know what she want," referring to my pussy. ?I'm a gonna have to clean her really good, get all dat black man cum out of you, Now be a good girl, and spread your legs nice and wide for Miss Corina," she commanded. And like a child being punished, I obeyed, spreading my legs wide as she got the shower hose and gently blasting warm water into my opening. As the pressure increased to full force, it felt like she was shooting all the way up into my womb. I just hung my head in shame, as she used a rough scrubber to clean the outside of my pussy, all the time speaking in her native tongue and as if I knew what she was saying.

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She cleaned and cleaned my pussy, even gently grabbing a hold of my clit sharply saying, "Such a bad little thing to be needing such treatment, Corina going to make you all better, Corina gonna make you feel like a new woman," she kept repeating as she cleaned me. When she was satisfied that I was clean enough, she led me out of the tub and helped me put on a housedress. Then she led me to the chaise lounge. Someone had thoughtfully ordered food and it was waiting for me. Ravenously I ate the steak and the fruit and sipped on a cool glass of ice-tea.

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When I was through, Corina had me sit up for her so she could brush my long thick red hair. It felt so good to have someone brush my hair, but it was making me sleepy so that Corina had to help to bed. While I was in the tub, the sheets had been changed and now the bed too smelled of lilac. As my head lay on the pillow, Corina sat on the bed still brushing my hair, she crooned softly, ?Go to sleep my little lost child, you is safe now, Corina no let dem bad men back in." Sleep came easily as I once again dreamed of the running river.

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I could feel Corina arms around me as I slept, her humming now just a faraway song. It felt so good to feel so protected by someone and sleep felt so good.

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I awoke during the early hours of the morning, totally naked, but feeling so clean inside. Corina was still holding me, this time though her warm hand was cradling one of my breasts. Corina too was totally naked and in the silhouette I could see the shape of her body. As I sat up, she held me close and whispered, " ill child, Corina gonna take good care of you and Corina gonna show you what you want." As her hand reached for her breast, she whispered, "Corina need you to suckle this."

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I looked at her and the breast she was offering me. I could tell by the way that she held her stiff nipple in between her thumb and forefingers, that her dark brown nipples were ready for me. She tenderly cradled me in her arms like a baby, as my mouth sought out her nipple. I ran my tongue over the long bud before I began to suckle her. Almost immediately I began to taste her milk, so warm so sweet. As I eagerly suck she made low soothing noises, "Ah yes miss, suck em, dat feel oh sooo good."

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Feeling a female?s breast in my mouth was something I had never experienced since I was a babe in arms, much less a lactating one. It was strange at first, but after about 10-minutes I found it enjoyable to be giving a little pleasure back to Corina. She took my chin in her hand and brought her face down to mine, her body as well smelling of lilac. Gently, as if she was dealing with a baby, she turned up my chin so my mouth could meet her lips. As our lips met, my mouth melting into hers, tasting how much sweeter she was than a man. Our tongues met, as if by accident and then it was like a contest of who could suck each who?s tongues the longest.

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When we came up for air, Corina lay down on the bed beside me. I had never been with a woman before and never in my deepest imagination ever dreamed that I?d ever be with a woman. But with Corina it was more than the fact she was a woman, she was someone who had helped me when I felt I was at the lowest point in my life and needed someone.

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I ran my tongue ran along her ebony skin, as I kissed my way down the nape of her neck, in between her breast and down her smooth but taut belly. I wanted, needed to explore this beautiful creature. As my tongue got closer to her neatly trimmed mound, her hands gently pushed my face further down telling me, "Miss, now don't be scared, Corina needs to be loved and touched too.? As my hands stroked the inside of her taunt thighs, I could feel her body begin to quiver in anticipation. Positioning myself between her out stretched legs, my eyes taking in the beauty of her dark pussy. The richness of her coffee colored skin and the amazing color contrast of the bright pink inner folds of her pussy and of the dark almost purple outer lips.

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Awkwardly as my fingers gently parted her delicate lips, I slowly began to run my tongue, first over her already hard clit, which was much bigger than my little clit. I could feel her body begin to move in rhythm of my inexperienced lapping at her opening. She tasted sweet and only a slight musky smell, but an aroma that I soon learned to enjoy. She seemed amused at my lack of skill as she laughingly told me that it was her turn.

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I didn?t realize it at the time, but that night I became Corina?s when she began anointing my forehead with her sweet kisses. Soon she was exploring my entire body with her kisses, her hands, and her tongue. Her tongue found my breast and almost immediately my nipples were hard and erect. Gripping the hard nub between her teeth, Corina pulled and sucked on them making them want more. Her hands explored up and down each side of my body, massaging kneading my muscles, relaxing me to a point of feeling euphoric. Like a breath of air across my flesh, her hands traveled down between my legs. She lightly massaged the sensitive flesh of my inner thighs, while taking care not to touch my cunt, making me want to be touched there. Continuing down to the calves of my legs and finally massaging each and every toe.

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When my massage was finished, she moved between my wide spread legs. A shiver went up and down my spine as she exhaling and her warm breath wafting across my delicate flesh. Tenderly she started to massage my pubic mound in the same gentle manner that she?d used to massage the rest of my body. Carefully spreading my delicate pink pussy lips, Corina found my clit, and tenderly grabbed it between her teeth. I moaned and another shudder passed through my body as she began to gently pull and suck on it as if she were trying to make it grow as big as hers. I could feel my climax begin to build, when Corina abruptly stopped and with a stinking slap to my pussy, sternly told me, "Not yet miss, Corina will give you permission when you can cum for her."

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This sweet torture went on for about 15-minutes, her tongue and mouth was driving me crazy, but never did her tongue slide down the crevice of my engorged pussy lips. And I was craving to be touched there so badly that I was ready to scream. Then getting on top of me, our breathing was getting heavy Corina lowered her body down to mine. My arms wrapped around her, and our lips touching, as she lower body she positioned her pussy gently on top of mine, and soon our clits were rubbing against each other. I was fucking with out a cock and it felt so intense I thought I was going to pass out. She was fucking me with just her pussy, grinding her clit into mine. Both our pussies were dripping and our clits now swollen and pulsating with the need to release. Corina began to moan and push her pussy down harder she commanded me, "Cum for me you sweet fucking slut, cum for Corina, now." And no sooner were the words out of her mouth, than my clit began to explode. It was so awesome; she was cumming at the same time. Every time my climax was about to abate, she?d press down harder against my pussy. Each time as I pushed down, she?d order me to cum, and each time I could feel my pussy obeying her, cumming for her over and over, with each one more intense.

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We both drifted off to sleep in each other?s arm, and once again I dreamed of a cool river but this time Corina was with me.... sweet dreams...

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The end?