Date: Mon, 26 Jul 2010 13:11:17 -0700 (PDT) From: Beautiful Creamer Subject: Teaching Sissyboys 2 Teaching Sissyboys 2 By Beautiful Creamer One -- The Graduate Our story this time opens a full 832 miles from Teachwell Academy. A man lies in bed, naked. Awaiting the boy who is in the en suite bathroom, preparing for his buggering. The man, Stone Manley, had, in one way, been waiting three months for this great event. In another way, he'd been waiting for it all his life. Stone's son Nigel had always been a sweet, beautiful boy, so imagine Stone's disappointment when the boy refused a simple request that the 11-year-old beauty suck his cock and swallow his copious sperm. Refused! What's the matter with today's youth, you ask? No one knows the answer to that. Or has ever known that answer. Anyway, the result of the boy's ridiculous resistance to his natural sissiness was Stone sending Nigel to Teachwell Academy. Where a boy learns what's good for him. And for the men of the world, beginning with his very own Daddy. Over the past three months, Stone had frequently thought about calling the boy home and giving him a good "seeing-to," despite that snake-oil salesman...what was his name...Dr. Teachwell...who insisted that the "minimum period for full adjustment" was three months. Stone was 99% sure that Dr. Teachwell just wanted to fuck Nigel every day for three months instead of the three hours it really took Nigel to become "fully adjusted." But that was all over. Nigel was home now, with Stone. His loving Daddy. Who couldn't wait to finally fill the boy's bum with his hot sperm. Nigel's bum had better still be vise-tight, Stone thought, or I'm going back to that Teachwell Academy and start shooting. The bathroom door opened and all the resentment and anxiety dissolved. Daddy's love angel stood at the foot of the bed and smiled at Daddy. Biting his knuckle shyly. Looking to his Lord and Master for commands. Nigel had prepared well for giving Daddy his $50,000 worth. As he had with Thomas one month earlier, Nigel washed his whole body thoroughly. Even inside his "tiny wrinkle" and under his foreskin on his "pink knob." He had also thoroughly lubricated his "pussy" with half a bottle of Spermbutt anal lubricant (now with a better, deeper, wider, applicator cap), since he imagined Daddy wouldn't want to take the time to properly slick Nigel up down there. The boy had thought a lot about what to wear, then decided to ask Daddy what he liked. Between kisses in the back seat of a taxi on the way home from the airport, Daddy told Nigel that he had a pretty outfit for him to wear when they made love the first time. And that he wasn't planning to wait until the sun went down to have his cock inside the pretty boy's sweet pussy. That talk and all that kissing and pawing sort of distracted the cab driver, making the trip home quite a death-defier, but they walked safely in the door at 12:52 p.m. and Nigel emerged from the bathroom at 1:31 p.m., dressed as Daddy wished: the skimpiest, pinkest panties Nigel had ever worn, topped by a pink, diaphanous nightie that only covered his nipples and two inches above his belly button. Daddy gasped when he saw the object of every wet dream he'd had for the past six years. Nigel gasped when he saw the paternal penis. It was the biggest monster he had ever seen! And this was a boy who had seen a LOT of penises. And hosted a LOT of penises in his pretty bum. Nigel had two thoughts. He was glad that he had used a great deal of Spermbutt. And he was sure that Daddy wouldn't think that Nigel's pussy had been stretched from overuse. Daddy loved the look on his son's face when he first gazed upon Daddy's Big, Happy Secret. Time to see how it felt in the boy's bum. There was time for foreplay afterwards. "Sit on my cock, Sissyboy," Daddy commanded. How could Nigel resist such a charming request? Daddy lay on his back as Nigel took one further, life-saving precaution. He used his soft hand to apply a great deal of Spermbutt to Daddy's fat cock. Then, saying a prayer of thanks, that doubled as a request for safe passage, he began to please his Daddy. He didn't even have to remove his panties to do it. The pink teasers were "ventilated" over the boy's bumhole, so he merely straddled Daddy, lined things up and, groaning with satisfaction, slowly sat on the full length of Mount Daddy. Daddy enjoyed the way Nigel winced and gasped as he slowly, valiantly stuffed the stiff sausage into its new home. Nigel wasn't faking. It was a real pussystrecher. Landed at last, Daddy thought, as he felt his boy sit all the way down on his manly pubic hairs. The tightness was everything he had hoped it would be. And his boy was now truly destined to please his Daddy in every way. Daddy decided to send Teachwell Academy a thank-you bonus. Perhaps endow a chair or build a new library or something. Right after he finished making love to Nigel. Which, if he didn't expire, would be quite a bit later. Their first fuck was spectacular. When Daddy was fully housed, he rolled Nigel onto his back and began long, slow, dominant strokes that had the boy and his prostate in quite a dither. The lovers kissed tonguily as they fucked. It was deeply intense. Daddy was very pleased at Nigel's responsiveness and delighted when the boy creamed his panties without Daddy even having touched his little cock. Daddy's own crisis nearly ripped his scrotum off. Poor Nigel's bumhole was so flooded that his prostate nearly capsized. And that was only Fuck Number One! Two -- Meanwhile, back at Teachwell Academy At that very moment, back at the nexus of world sissidom, Maurice was staring in wide-eyed fascination at Thomas, who had just allowed Maurice's cock to slide from his mouth after sucking the boy's penis to its first-ever orgasm. Thomas savored the taste of the boy's extra virgin cream. And congratulated himself on the seduction thus far of a boy who had sworn himself to the semi-celibacy of the heterosexual life. For his part, Maurice couldn't even focus his pretty eyes. Maurice's "health education" teacher in 5th grade had told the boys about sperm fertilizing eggs and stuff, but he never mentioned that it would be fun. Toe-exploding fun! Life-altering fun! Why do they always leave that part out? Maurice reasoned, quite maturely, that if the "establishment" had lied by omission about that, what other false information had they ladled out? Maybe that it was WRONG for boys to "like" boys. Or that it was WRONG for boys to "like" men. Clearly that second one was a lie because Maurice already liked Mr. Slacker a lot. And he didn't feel as if it were wrong in any way. Mr. Slacker had been wonderful to Maurice. Treating him politely and indulgently. Then giving Maurice a miraculous, selfless gift. His first orgasm! Which Mr. Slacker produced by taking the part of Maurice that made pee -- so it was partly icky -- into his manly mouth and kissing, licking and sucking it until that wonderful thing happened. Would it happen again? Soon? Maurice wanted to know. The first things Maurice noticed were three: 1) His stiffie was gone and his peeny was all limp and drooly. 2) That awful ache in his testicles was gone. At least for now. But there was always the danger that it would come back if Maurice didn't engage in a careful schedule of relief. 3) Mr. Slacker's mouth was full of Maurice's sperm, but it still looked as if he were waiting for a tonguey kiss. A big, cummy kiss. How could Maurice deny any request from such as sweet, loving man. Maurice kissed Thomas. Sticking his tongue into his man's mouth and tasting his own creamy sperm. Which should have been at least semi-icky. But it was wonderful. The raw dirtiness. The intimacy. And the taste wasn't bad either. They kissed for a long time. Until Maurice realized that his stiffie was back. As well as, and this is important, Mr. Slacker's stiffie was rubbing against Maurice's stiffie. Which meant that the poor, giving, loving man was still suffering the way Maurice had been before that licking and sucking and kissing stuff that made the boy feel better. Should the boy help the man? Maurice was a good boy. He knew that fair was fair. So he did something he never imagined he would do in his life. He pulled down the man's zipper and went boxer fishing. There it was. He touched a man's cock. Thomas's cock. Then drew his fingers back in surprise. It was so big and hot and hard!! Still, fair was fair. So he stopped kissing his new best friend and looked on in wonder as Thomas removed his pants, then the rest of his clothes. Was it true what was said by some of the bad, older boys Maurice had met? Did men and older boys put "things" like that into the tiny bums of boys like him? How was that possible? Just thinking about doing something like that with Mr. Slacker gave Maurice a hot flash. Of fear. And lust. Thomas stood in full manly magnificence before the new kid at Teachwell Academy. Rampant and ready. And waited to see what Maurice would do. Maurice touched Thomas's cock again. Ignoring the size and heat that time. And began to explore it. Measuring it -- three boyish fists and a head tall when angry! Playing with it. Teasing it. Giggling when it began to secrete a clear liquid. Enjoying the man's reaction to all the inexpert but delicious toying. Would the man make that creamy stuff, just the way Maurice had? Just from Maurice touching his cock nicely? Probably. But that didn't seem fair after what the man had done for Maurice. And fair is fair. Still, Maurice felt a bit reluctant to kiss the man's angry-red knob just yet, so he began to plant soft, butterfly kisses all along the man's hairy ball sack. Oh. Thomas liked that. Even an ingénue like Maurice could tell from the little grunts and groans. Note to self, Maurice thought. Men like their balls kissed. And tongue-bathed apparently too, since it was the boy's next, innovative move. Oh my. What if the man shot his stuff while Maurice was giving him a ball bath? That wouldn't be fair somehow, so, overcoming his aversion, Maurice butterfly-kissed his way up Thomas's shaft until he reached the man's thick foreskin. Which he pulled back the way Daddy used to when he was giving Maurice a bath. Two weeks ago. Poor Mr. Slacker was in great distress, Maurice thought. So much blood had rushed to his skinned knob that the man's penis might explode. The boy had to do something! So despite his dwindling misgivings, Maurice placed a soft kiss onto Thomas's dripping peelips. Then licked off all the naughty droolies. All of which were clearly making Thomas happy. So Maurice expanded the playing field. Kissing every pore of his manly knob. Then licking where he had kissed. In long, slow, sensuous tongue strokes. Which was just about the fatally aroused Thomas could manage. With a loud groan, Thomas Slacker bathed Maurice's pretty face in a torrent of hot, creamy sperm. Startled, Maurice backed away, but then, sensing that his man would want the opportunity to frost Maurice's face fully, put his beautiful face back in the line of spermly fire. While it seemed to be a bit humiliating and emasculating to let a man do something like that to you, there was a large part of the boy that loved being humiliated and emasculated in that manner. His dormant sissyboy gene was coming to life. Much more would follow to bring the gene to full, dominant glory. Three -- The Fucksome Foursome At that very moment, Tony and Winston were in the room they shared. Being thoroughly and desperately fucked by Teachwell Academy Associate Professors Howard Sellmore and Corey Richman, respectively. Now it's probably important to note here the unusual nature of the paragraph you just read. Teachwell Academy boys roomed together, two each in one queen-sized bed. When the associate professors gave the boys "instruction," one of the room's pair would take his "educator" up to one of the guest rooms upstairs, where learning could take place in private. But as you may recall, at that moment in world history, Tony and Winston were deeply, hopelessly in love and completely inseparable. A condition that would surely remain until the inevitable "sissy hissy" that would break them up and have them clawing at each other's eyes. That was the way of the Teachwell Academy world. But that moment hadn't happened yet, though it almost did when Tony accused Winston of glancing in the direction of that new boy Maurice. Winston had denied it, of course, though truth be told, he had thought the new boy cute, had heard rumors of Maurice's nearly six-inch cock and had imagined "hosting" said cock in his precious pussy. But that was still only the wisp of a fantasy. Dr. Teachwell wasn't sure how Messrs. Sellmore (the town's premier auto dealer) and Richman (the town's most prominent banker) would react to the boys' so-called "demands" that they be fucked together. The men were surprisingly enthusiastic. Imagining something akin to a good, old-fashioned orgy. Which was not the norm at conservative Teachwell Academy, where Dr. Teachwell believed in the one man-one boy concept of sex. The men were not disappointed. No associate professor could ever say that about his Teachwell Academy experience. After the quartet arrived in the bedroom and became rampantly nude, the boys, who had pre-Spermbutted and dilated each other, lay on their backs, side-by-side, perpendicular to the normal position on the bed. Knees up, they invited the cocks of Mr. Sellmore and Mr. Richman, both of whom they had known often and well. They were tongue-kissing, seemingly indifferent to whether the men fucked them or not. But they were far from indifferent. While the boys were hopelessly in love, they still NEEDED the feel of a man's cock rubbing their tender "boy's place." And they would have caved had the men turned down their demand to stay together. As it turned out, the boys had concluded that they were about to get it all. While the men were a bit self-conscious about being naked in front of each other, fucking in each other's presence and even [gasp} touching each other during their boyfucking, they soon overcame all that. On the left, Mr. Sellmore slid his cock into Tony and on the right, Mr. Richman pierced sweet Winston. Mmmmmm! Very nice fucking, though the men missed the kissing they usually got from the boys. Which was a small price though for the differentness of it all. The boys' kissing grew desperate as the men played with the boys' puffy nipples and fucked them hard as they moved rapidly toward their "boy's time." Tony spunked first, earning Mr. Sellmore a nice $1,000 from a side bet the men had made. But Winston wasn't far behind. Two nice boy spunks they were and the men followed soon after. Creaming the pretty boy's innards with their virile juices. What happened next made for a very different afternoon and evening than one usually spends at Teachwell Academy. The men withdrew from the boy's bums and took their limp, drooling cocks to the room's two-seater couch. Where they sat to watch what many would call the "Greatest Show on Earth." Tony licked out the hot creampie from Winston's bum. All of it. With its accompanying anal juices and excess Spermbutt (now in cherry flavor). As the men sat side by side and watched. With excellent views of the entire spectacular spectacle. Particularly Tony's freshly-fucked, sperm-drooling bumhole as he licked out Winston's pootie. Let the record show that Mr. Richman began to wank Mr. Sellmore first as they watched the thrill show. But Mr. Sellmore eagerly reciprocated. Which, by the time Tony had completed his tasty task and Winston had begun his own erotic excavations, had both men in a state ready for a second fuck. Politely, the men let Winston finish his hearty meal. Then the rampant rogues decided to show those sissyboys who was who. Mr. Sellmore grabbed Winston by his left upper arm as Mr. Richman grabbed Tony's right wrist. Change your partners is a really fun do-si-do move. The men dealt with the boys' momentary separation anxiety by separating them from their sperm. Mr. Sellmore stood Winston face first against an exposed brick wall, then impaled him from behind. Pushing the boy against the bricks. Not hard enough to hurt or leave a mark. But firmly enough to let a sissyboy know who was the master, Mr. Richman flung Tony to the floor face down, then mounted him from behind. Putting his full weight on the helpless sissyboy. The boys were dominated, held away from each other against their will, and practically RAPED by two beastly brutes. Who shot their spunk into the boys' sore anuses without even asking for permission! In other words, a fantastic time was had by all. And it was only 3:16 p.m. Four -- The Doctor, as usual, is in At that moment, as was his unfortunate custom, Dr. Teachwell was just getting started on his afternoon education session. Two hours after everyone else's lesson plans began to be implemented. [Sigh] Such was the drawback to being in charge of Teachwell Academy and dealing with all the paperwork and logistics. Sometimes the man had to work three hours in one day!! Still, the work did have its rewards. Today the reward was a ten-years-and-eight-months-old lovely named Joseph. All Teachwell Academy boys were "unusual" in some ways. Clearly their beauty set them apart. As did their initial, ridiculous aversion to sharing their magnificence with a world of men ready to worship them. Dr. Teachwell changed all that for the boys. And the men whom they would come to adore. And for that Dr. Teachwell was rightly proud. Joseph was a special case though. A truly unusual case. One day, two months earlier, Joseph's Daddy had returned home unexpectedly and found Joseph masturbating. Nothing unusual about that, you say. And you're right. But Joseph, the prettiest boy his Daddy had ever seen, was lying in his bed, wearing full makeup!! Foundation, blush, eye liner and eye shadow! Lip gloss that made his lips beg for kisses! And his mother's honeymoon lingerie! Black seamed, fully-fashioned, reinforced-heel-and-toe stockings, held up by a black, ruffled, six-strap garter belt. A wispy black bra that he had pulled back to expose a startlingly puffy pair of nipples. Joseph was "tickling his pickle" while looking at a magazine filled with pictures of women in stockings, heels and garters. Not a magazine with pictures or erect, hunky men. Well... After his initial shock, Daddy knew just what to do. He made his presence known to his beautiful son, then, as the boy looked on in horror, stripped all his clothes off and said, "I'm sorry I don't have any Spermbutt anal lubricant today, but we'll just have to make do. I'll get some the next time we fuck." A perfectly normal parental response to the circumstances you say. And you're right. The boy was hot and ready and so was his Daddy. What was the problem? Well... You may not believe this... Joseph REJECTED his Daddy! Told Daddy that he wasn't gay! Said like many crossdressers, he still liked women. Imagine that! Well... Thank goodness for Teachwell Academy. The boy was enrolled the next day. There were huge demons to exorcise from that sissyboy and Dr. Teachwell made it his personal crusade. Dr. Teachwell fucked the boy, with Joseph's full consent, 48 hours after enrollment. It wasn't just manly charm that turned out young Joseph. It was sensitivity to the boy's needs. Dr. Teachwell bought Joseph a full lingerie wardrobe that he stored in a bedroom only the two of them knew about. He promised to keep Joseph's particular "appetites" a secret from the other boys -- children can tease cruelly -- and he kept the promise. Joseph emptied his "pink purse" with Thomas, the associate professors and the other boys while fully naked and ungirlishly. But with Dr. Teachwell, he let all of his girlyboy out. Guess who got the best fucks from Joseph? That afternoon, Dr. Teachwell entered their secret room to find Joseph at the vanity table, finishing his stunning makeup. Had Dr. Teachwell been interested in women, he would have found Joseph irresistible. As a "pantyboy," he still found Joseph irresistible. Joseph stirred when he saw his favorite lover enter the room. He was naked and erect, but was only planning to stay erect. Dr. Teachwell knew the drill. Rather than smother the boy with kisses, he undressed as the boy dressed. Joseph slowly, teasingly rolled each black, seamed, fully-fashioned, reinforced-heel-and-toe stocking into a doughnut, then slid it onto his pointed toes, along each perfect foot and up each smooth leg. Dr. Teachwell sat as Joseph hooked on his garter belt, then took his time making sure his seams were straight. Giving his lover a good look at his unpantied bum in the process. By the time Joseph completed the ensemble by sliding a wispy, too-short, black, babydoll nightie over his head, checking the spaghetti straps to ensure Dr. Teachwell got a thorough look at his creamy shoulders. Both lovers were quite steamed. Occasionally with Joseph, Dr. Teachwell had to remind himself that he was fucking a boy, not a girl. Which would be wrong, in the man's strict moral code. Except for the boyish hair and his impudent little penis, Joseph was a dead ringer for a girl. Only way better. He didn't nag, manipulate or emasculate. He didn't pull himself out of the game five days a month. He ALWAYS wanted sex. And you knew when he had an orgasm. Joseph was inventive as well. That day, the seated Dr. Teachwell thought that Joseph would kneel and suck his cock as a nice appetizer to the afternoon and evening. Instead, Joseph sat at the other end of the couch and, with full eye contact with his man, began to rub Dr. Teachwell's stiff cock between the soles of his stockinged feet. Mmmmmm. That felt excellent. The girlyboy had very talented toes. That knew how to stir a man's testicles as well as his shaft and knob. The thought that he was a very lucky man flashed through Dr. Teachwell's mind as he released his sperm in six thick arcs. All over his stomach and chest. And, of course, Joseph's pretty, stockinged feet. Dr. Teachwell took his time licking all of his cum from Joseph's feet, then adoring each little digit with his mouth and tongue. The boy surprised them both by spunking, just from that. Joseph spunked again when Dr. Teachwell licked his nipples for a good half hour, stopping occasionally to tell the boy how beautiful he was and how he, Dr. Teachwell, loved Joseph. But the real thriller was the news Dr. Teachwell imparted to his lover just at the moment he had completely housed his cock in Joesph's love hole. "I've spoken to your Daddy, Darling. He's agreed to move to another town, then let you live full time as a girl, in exchange for one hour each day of whatever disgusting perversions he requires of you." What a great deal! Joseph ached to live as a girl. And he LOVED disgusting perversions. Especially the kind one commits when wearing stockings, garters, heels and full makeup! And especially with Daddy, whom the boy now realized, had nothing but Joseph's best interests at heart. Joseph owed Daddy. And he owed Dr. Teachwell for negotiating that great deal. Thus commenced the most spectacular, knockdown-dragout fuck of either of their lives. It was 4:56 p.m. Five -- Back to the Remote Location At 5 p.m., Nigel's panties and nightie lay in a ripped, cum-drenched pile next to the bed he planned to share quite often with Daddy. Man and boy were on their backs, chests heaving after a fuck that had threatened both their lives. Life was good. Maybe now was the time to ask Daddy... But Daddy got there first. "Sweetheart," Daddy said, "I've been meaning to ask you..." Could Daddy be getting ready to ask Nigel the same thing that Nigel wanted to ask Daddy? Apparently so. "How would you feel if, you know, maybe once a month, or maybe a little more often, you and I went to one of the sissyboy spunk parties in the neighborhood? Just so you could meet some boys who share your...interests. Like your classmates at Teachwell Academy. Whom I know you must miss." Daddy was a fox! So he could meet other boys like him. Ha! So Daddy could meet other boys like Nigel. And fuck them! Discussions about the almost ubiquitous sissyboy spunk parties were a curriculum item at Teachwell Academy. A man brought a pretty boy or two to a neighborhood gathering of four to ten men and four to 15 boys. Lots of carnal socializing. Everyone goes home happy. Some men and their young friends went to such a party every night of the week. The median was around three nights a week, leaving the other four for the boys and their men to deepen their relationship without changing partners after every spunking. Dr. Teachwell was not a fan. But he could afford not to be. For the average Joe, a sissyboy spunk party was an ideal way to relieve life's pressures with some welcome variety. Plus, there was a LOT of fucking. And a lot of spunk flying hither and thither. Not that Nigel expected to become bored with Daddy and his man-sized cock. But he had learned to "socialize" at Teachwell Academy and he liked it. Nigel pretended to be thinking about it all, then he gave the perfect response: "Whatever you want, Daddy, I want. You're my Love Master!" Daddy's deceased cock twitched at that. He started thinking about taking his boy to Harry Shagmore's Thursday night spunk party, which everyone says is the best one. But until that day, he didn't have the price of admission. And his cock almost rose. It appeared he would need a rest, maybe a nap, before... Oh... What...? That little tramp! Nigel Manley, who three months earlier wouldn't even suck his Daddy's cock, was licking out Daddy's hairy hole in an all out effort to stiffen Daddy for one more fuck before they took a nap or food break. The action was so perversely magnificent that, despite all physical limitations brought on by two frantic fucks, Daddy was rising to the challenge. Oh... The boy's tongue was REALLY in there. What did they teach those boys at that school for slut boys? If they taught them to do that for their fathers, $50,000 was a bargain. Oh my. Daddy was ready. Daddy disengaged from the inquiring tongue, flipped his boy onto his back, and mounted his sissyboy angel. Sucking the tongue that had just been in his anus. Fucking hard. Mmmmmm. Six -- Maurice says farewell to innocence At 6:16 p.m. that evening, Maurice knew his time had come. Though his ability to rationalize was strong, even Maurice knew that having a 25-year-old man suck his cock, then sucking the man's cock and licking up the man's cum soon after were not the acts of a committed heterosexual. Worse, Maurice had adored every disgustingly gay act both he and Professor Thomas Slacker, his new BFF, had performed. Even a neophyte like Maurice knew what was next. Anal sex!!! Fucking!!! Which terrified the boy. And made him shiver with lust at his imminent deflowering. The rude teacher just TOOK what he wanted! And it appeared that he wanted to TAKE Maurice's asshole. The man already had three, Spermbutt-lubed fingers up Maurice's bum and as he was tongue-kissing the boy, something life-altering occurred. Thomas found Maurice's prostate. And rubbed it. Until that moment, Maurice didn't know he had a prostate. If every boy would just give a man five minutes to find and rub his prostate, there'd be no more of this silly "Heterosexuality Forever!" crap. The prostate was meant to have a cock rubbing up against it. It's natural law. Maurice visited a galaxy far, far away. A galaxy of pure, agonizing pleasure. Where a man's fingers... No... What...? The fingers were gone. He felt empty. Where were those fingers? The man was spooning up behind Maurice. And ouch. That pinched. But the fingers were back. Rubbing even better than before. No. It was one big finger that time. A very thick, insistent finger. No. It was Mr. Slacker's cock. Inside Maurice's bum. Rubbing his prostate. But Maurice didn't agree to be fucked. No treaties were signed and ratified. Still... It felt awesome! Better than the fingers. Better than the cocksucking. Better than anything. And the man was reaching around Maurice's hip to rub his pretty knob as they fucked. Poor Maurice's balls. They were working very hard that day. When his guts exploded that time, they produced barely a trickle. But the devastation was cataclysmic. Several of Maurice's internal organs switched places with each other then switched back when the man unloaded a wet mess into the boy's hitherto virgin bottom. Maybe Maurice would enjoy life at Teachwell Academy after all. Everyone does. I welcome your comments at beautifulcreamer@yahoo.com. 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