Monica, what can I say about her ; she 's my good friend, a constant companion, and my long term crush. She also happens to be gorgeous and full of vigor, being a flake and dancer she has a unique portmanteau of down to earth along with an unabashed fit consistency. She 's around 5'6''' or something not tight fitting with soft baby fat over unvoiced muscularity from her dancing and exercises. She has dark thick pilus which she kept short around shoulder duration, her optic are hazel, and her lips are so luscious and wide-cut always in a smile or jest. Her raw and oft prison term crude sentience of humor always with the sexual undertone makes her a bang to blab with. As I mentioned she was always with me as a 'friend', one of the only girls I allowed to keep me in the friend-zone willingly. I think I was just content with what I had, possibly I was too afraid to ever try for more. That was when we were in our 20s. That was before she met 'that'guy, the one that she eventually married and had kids with, the one I never really gave my blessings too. Of course I would n't, not with my underlying theme and sexual desires clouding my friendship.

I eventually halt trying and we drifted apart. This was n't a surprise as these type of friendship often ends up this way and I 'was'a willing participant in it. During the decade following I see and slept around but I always seemed to be comparing them to Monica. Small things I would nitpick and dismantle from my relationships ; those that got that far. More often than not I settled into my brutally honorable theatrical role and slept with womanhood I tell honestly that I am just after a expert fucking. It 's a small jarring that some of these women would take'I just want to sleep with you'and interpret that into 'save me with love'. NO. On a English note I knew that some women love the challenge of trying to change a man but honestly, just stop.
After 13 years of this one day I happen to receive a text message from an unidentified number.

( Unknown number ) Hey Scott ? This is my new issue. Not sure if this is you.

( Me ) Umm hi, who is this ?

( Unknown issue ) It 's Monica, it 's been a patch but Hi !

I am dazed at the epithet, all that metre of trying to be my own spirit and now all of a sudden I feel like I might hurl from my anxiety from one text message. I quickly grew wild at myself for being so imperfect against her. I thought to myself'I 'm the vanquisher of pussies old and young, ugly and hot, I can make out with an old ally right ? ! ?'As it turns out I could n't so I ignored it.

About a week go by, it 's Saturday now and I have stared at my telephone every day since trying to pass water signified of my own smell, I knew I could easily participate her animation again and it will be just as it was before but worst because I would have to constantly be reminded that person else is enjoying that body. But I was deathly curious and I hate not knowing and regretting so I picked up the earpiece and brought up her chat :

( Me ) Hey, I 'm sorry for not responding I was meddlesome with work.

( Monica ) For a week ? ( before I could react )

( Monica ) Haha anyways what are you up too ? Are you busy ? Wan na grab luncheon today ?

( Me ) Umm sure I 'm disengage. Want to adjoin at that Bistro on fifth part near the coffee shop class ?

( Monica ) The new Italian one ? OK give me about two hours ? I ca n't wait to see you !

As I put the phone down I knew I could n't escape this cheer inside of me. It was excitement and trepidation roiling all through me. I could n't help but intend of her shoemaker's last program line 'ca n't hold off to see you'. I oddly found myself smiling as I went about taking a shower and getting ready. I decided to coiffure my age and brought out my most stylist blazer, dungaree, plain bloodless dress shirt, and boots. I was out the room access in an hour, I figured I get coffee and calm my nervus a little.

She was tardy about thirty minutes but as I watched her walk up in front of the Bistro from my umber workshop vantage point I nearly forgot everything I have been mulling over for the 60 minutes I waited. She was wearing pitch-black leging with knee senior high disgraceful boot with a white top that definitely showed her shapely generate figure. I do n't say that in a bad way at all, I can secernate she kept up her work out even after her pregnancy because she was full figured but flavour in a way only a person who moved around a lot can be. Her once small A cup breast were at least a yoke cup sizing larger ( give thanks goodness for breastfeeding ). Her haircloth was long and crinkled and came down to her ass which at the moment was facing towards me, it looked soft and perky in her tight leging. I was getting a hard on just looking at her.

I went out to run across her and as I was approaching from behind I could n't aid but sense anxious and concern. Worried that I would torment myself again with phantasy of her to the compass point that I would rather be alone if I could n't be with her. This flavor kept getting stronger up until the point she turned around with her energetic smile and bosom. She smelled so good being this finish, like field of Lavenders. She was so soft and warm as she held me, melding into my arms perfectly as if we were two portion of a stamp. `` Hey handsome ! '' she exclaimed happily.

Before I could help myself I blurted out `` holy asshole you look amazing ! '' I saw her register what I said in electric shock than her face soften and slowly she began to flush a piddling as she held me at arm 's length. My eyes leering all over her body. I felt helpless and a lilliputian sebaceous but I could n't help myself, she was gorgeous ! Her already curvy body gained definition and dude, I did n't realize how dramatically until I was up side by side to her.

'' Thanks, you are looking majuscule yourself ! '' She responded with big eyes and a big smile. I wanted nothing more than to grab her and kiss her deeply.

'' Let 's go grab a table and catch up. '' I suddenly felt relaxed. I had a Book of Revelation as I stood watching her spell waiting for a table ; I realized I have never truly been good with her about my tactual sensation and that in bend reflected on how I acted towards her. After we were apart and I began my methodical honest heartbreaking I was brutally honest with all those girls. I swore to myself as we were seated that I would be fair with her no matter the cost.

As we ate we caught up on our lives. She has two tike and has been a housewife and mom. She said she misses me and that she 's gladiolus that we could becharm up because she was moving to New York. Apparently her husband got a promotion and will own to work in NY, he and the kids are already there settling in while she finishes some things here and will be flying in a pair off days. Needless to say I was somewhat disappointed in hearing this but at the same time I realize she is alone at the moment without having immediate responsibilities. She loves her tyke and I knew I could n't contend with them with her prison term. I began to plot my move, I needed her to know exactly how much she makes me crazy with lust and love.

As we were finishing up I asked if she had any pressing business left today. She responded with a immense smile and told me she did not and that I should keep her caller as she is alone and misses her category. I responded with `` of track I will keep you ship's company, just deal me like a stand-in anything ..... anything you need. '' I 'm not certain if she caught on to my conditional relation as she just smirked and said 'ok'.

After lunch we went and got coffee and then to the movies. We caught a too soon slot for a romance drollery. I did n't really pay care as I kept looking at her and trying to keep my hands from touching her. Halfway during the movie I notice that the armrest was up and her sexy legs were fairly close to my hired man so I carefully leaned over rustle in her ear `` that 's totally me '' while patting my handwriting on her second joint in sync with the protagonist telling a joke on screen. I kept my manpower there and she tightened up but did n't really gave any implications to her discomfort. As I already promised myself that I would just say whatever I thought I leaned in again after a couple minutes and said `` does it bother you that my workforce are on your wooden leg ? I like the feel of your knickers. I can move them if it makes you uncomfortable. ``

It took a couple up seconds as she continued to gaze at the silver screen but she finally responded `` I do n't bear in mind. '' I could n't trust it, I was about to muff my load just from touching her thigh ; how could I even have sex with her I thought. After a spell I wanted to tug the limit so I began to rub her a trivial and to the inside. I felt her tense up but she continued to follow the movie. I got a little more bold and with my short fingerbreadth I began to slide it up into her crotch almost touching but not. I could experience the heat coming from her and it drove me screwball. Embolden with my new found satin flower I leaned in again.

'' She is really hot ( speaking of the actress on screen ), but I still think the way you look today ..... you are way hotter. '' I watched her traumatize chemical reaction and furtive glances at me.

'' I do n't recall so but thanks anyways. '' she responded. I smiled and watched the rest period of the flick while my hands gently rubbed her speed veracious thigh. After the movie was over it was already dark. The movie theater was wide and hoi polloi they were walking every which way. I thought it was a good opportunity to snap up her hand feigning that I did n't want to get split up. Her script were soft and affectionate as I pulled her along towards the exit. It reminded me of the preceding when we would hold hands everywhere, the blaspheme base of the friend zone : holding hands.

Outside the air was overnice and cool with a svelte breeze, I looked over and saw that her hairsbreadth was gently blown over her face. It was the cute thing as she brushed her tomentum out of her eyes, sadly this made her gap our hold to do so. She caught me staring and asked `` why are you just smiling looking at me ? '' I caught a mite of playfulness in her voice.

'' I was thinking that we should go snatch dinner and potable so I can continue to state you how beautiful you are. '' I said with a tinge of reverence that I might induce scared her off.

I could n't quite read her side through her hair but I think it was surprise with a touch of entertainment. `` Ok, do you know a situation ? ''

'' I do, let 's go ! '' I said and led the way. Lucky that this shopping block/plaza has a bar located conveniently near the theater. The bar was a small-scale pub that you would find anyplace that has a downtown. We sat uttermost away from the big screen TVs so we could hear each former while still able-bodied to see the unanimous bar.

We settled into our comfort zone prosperous as the drinkable kept coming. We decided on sharing a clump of starter since we were still to the full from lunch. We joked and gag, talking about everything and anything. It was easily to leave that we have n't seen each other in so long when the synergy was so palpable. As we got to our fourth round I remembered that we use to joke about Robot sex of all things. It was a retentive inside put-on about the future tense when we would be able to put our idea inside automaton. I would say that I if I could, I would get the most advanced robot penis ever being able-bodied to move in every which way with vibration settings and lashings of horse magnate for thrusting. She would always insist that it would be obsolete at that point in time because anyone not in a robot would be suddenly from all the STD 's due to people like me, we would jibe and laugh.

As the conversation lulled a bit I asked `` so ingest you changed your mind about my robot penis ? '' She almost spat her fuddle out while laughing so hard from the sudden enquiry. This led to a hanker debate on synthetic lubrication or organic fertilizer lubrication, then it went into a debate on firmness of a penis ; if too backbreaking can be a bad thing. Before I knew it the time read almost midnight and the conversation veered into personal fancy.

'' So what is/was your ultimate fantasy girl and what did you do ? '' She asked with a terrible smirk, eyes only slits leaning over with her tits resting on the table. My mind went blank as I stared at her not so covered cleavage.

After a minute I took a sip of my drinking and leaned over until we were almost wind to poke which brought a bout of snorts from her. I composed myself and with a grim cheek said `` My fantasize dream girl is staring me right in the eyes right now. She has always been so and I believe always will be, as for the act I would first please her with every appendage I have. I would eat her pussy until the mire dripped down to her toes, I would clean every inch of her skin with my tongue and then some. I would use my fingers, toes, cubital joint, knees, mouth, and body to establish her such pleasure that she would forget her own gens. When she 's lying drained from all her wet orgasm I would sleep with her in every fix until my consistency breaks and I am no longer capable to act anything ! '' I said the final with an wickedness smile and settled back to strike a drink.

By the time I finished her eyes were as big as dish and her mouth hung undefendable slightly, I reached down and deposit a chip into her mouth from the nachos. She jerked back and chewed on reflex still staring at me unblinking. I think she was pondering how to respond or maybe formulating an escape plan. When she opened her mouth and was finally about to say something I cut her off ...

'' Whew that was a dinner party, did you like the nachos ? '' I said changing the guinea pig, at least trying to. She did n't bite. I almost said 'just kidding'but I decided that the truth felt good to let out.

She scrunched her face a little and let out a `` WHAT THE sin ! ? ! no you do n't get to not explain ! '' When I played deaf for a dyad of seconds she almost shouted `` WELL ! ``

'' wellspring what ? What I said was the truth. I 'm good-for-naught you do n't want to hear it but I 'm sure you knew, you can not not know ...... right ? '' I said mildly.

'' I ...... uh .... um ...... I kind of figured so, I guess. '' She seemed to puncture a short as she pondered what to do next. Finally she said quietly `` for how retentive ? ``

I decided to be a smart ass and responded with `` I 'm unforced to go all night and through the calendar week if that 's what it takes ! '' She finally let out a jape and smile and swatted me on my head.

'' Ass ! You know what I 'm asking. '' She exclaimed.

'' fountainhead pretty much since the first time I met you at that party I guess. It ..... I mean the feeling never left, it dulled a picayune but it was n't gone. When I saw you today, it was if we were back at the party so long ago and I saw you in that 'cute black fuck me apparel'. I never forgot how aphrodisiac you are ; age and motherhood did n't appear to have diminished your looks. If anything I think you are many tiers more sexy now, especially those ... ( here I cupped my hands on my bureau and pretended to compact ).

She looked exasperated at this and started to laugh so unvoiced that she almost spilled her deglutition. `` Oh my god, you 're so still the Lapp ! fountainhead thanks but I do n't feel the way you explained about me, me with milk and god knows what over my clothes all the time. '' She says while shaking her heading in submission. I think the drunkenness are definitely making both of us more honest because she does n't appear to be pushing me back from all this ego stroking.

I came to a ending that I should definitely progress to my move, it 's now or never. I have nothing to lose, and the alcohol is making me far more confident than I should be. I leaned over again with a pitiful manifestation on and said `` feel, I really love you. ( I paused for dramatic affect and hoped to overtake her warmheartedness train ) When we stopped talking I was really unfrequented I lost my fantasy and best Quaker. I know you needed to subsist your life with your kin and I respect that but my life was n't the same. '' I looked down and sighed deeply hoping she would feel guilty. I pushed forward `` I know you are leaving soon and I might not ever see you again and that sucks you know ? I was wondering if you could ...... maybe ........ stay with me tonight so that I might at least get to have it away what heaven tone like. '' It was the most repelling and cheesy affair I have ever said but she is Charles Frederick Worth perverted military action

I think the alcohol is doing its duty because she seems to be considering it. She was looking down at the mesa for a while and finally looked up. `` What do you mean stay with you ? '' She knew damn well what I meant, I guess she wanted me to intend before she conceded or denied my request.

In an unacquainted voice as not to sound too aegir I said `` I just want you by my side tonight, I need you in my weapons system like we are in love. We use to kip together all the metre remember ? '' It was reliable that in the past we sometimes slept in the Lapp bed but I did n't mention that those time it was because we were too drink to care or fuck.

'' Just sleeping ? With clothes on ? '' She asked with brows up skeptical.

'' apparel, no clothes ..... does it count ? '' I said trying hard not to smile.

'' Robert Falcon Scott ..... I do n't think my married man would appreciate it either way. '' She said almost firmly.

I had to think fast, I needed to convince her, shortstop of pouring dig down her throat. `` He does n't have to know, besides he hates me and he was the one who took my admirer away from me. I think he owes me some consideration. I just missed you so much and I ca n't remember the last time I had so much fun. '' The last part was convincing as it was true. She finally conceded that we should drop to a greater extent clock time tonight to spill. We took a taxi to the hotel she was staying at since she was closing on the sales event of her house here. When we got to the room I was trying to not look to glad, keeping a neutral nerve on. She excused herself to go to the restroom to change and what not.

An hour past before she came out but what she had on almost made me forget the anger and oddity at why she took so long. Her case was newly scrubbed and I can see how flabby and shiny her face was without make up. Her fuzz was pulled back into a mi and it looked damp. She was wearing an oversize T-shirt with no bra, I could n't tell if she wore panties or not but her ramification were damn sexy. As I was staring at her overtly I realized my legs were starting to find wet from pre-cum. I wanted nil more than to pull it out and allay the pressing. She must take in poster as she settled on the top of the mantle. I pulled my shirt over my forefront forgetting it had buttons and undid my drawers. I did n't perpetrate my drawers down yet as my raging arduous on was in to the full resoluteness. Finally she turned off all but one light and I turned around facing away from the bed and pulled my drawers down and off along with my socks. I was just in boxer legal brief as I sat on the edge.

'' Why are you sitting that way ? '' She asked laying down.

'' Because my cock is in fully military greeting and it 's your fault. '' I said honestly. She seemed to laugh softly and expressed with a sigh why she was doing this.

I finally lay down next to her with a bit of adjustment and stared at the roof wondering what she was thinking. She was turned away from me and I can see from the corner of my eyes that she was astray awake like me. Finally after a few minutes of silence she pulled the masking over her and settled in. I did the same thing still looking straight up. I can sense the warmth of her so near me and I can smell her seraphic citrus fruit boldness cream. I slowly turned towards her and debated if I could smooch her, I longed to feel her ass on my excrescence. After a heated debate in my head I decided that I should push her as far as I could, maybe I 'm still drunk at this point.

I slowly slid my body closer to her and gently put my arms around her stomach. She immediately placed her script on top of mine, the motion was n't lost on me ; it meant do n't touch anywhere but here. I put my face at the cover of her cervix and pulled her to me, she allowed this but it meant that my surd cock was pressed between her ass. As soon as I felt this I almost came rightfield there. I think the genial strain on my hormones was too much for me because I pulled her tighter and grinded a picayune. She did n't seem to hate this as she started to moil her ass into me. Thinking in hindsight I think she had a little bit too much to drink as well and it 's arduous to moderate these things once your already half bare and squeeze together like Lego pulley-block. My breathing hasten and it was correct against her neck and I can see twat bumps forming over her exposed skin. Her bobby pin on my helping hand slacken and I quickly brought it down to her thighs right where her shirt ended. I began to slowly rub her thighs while discreetly pushing her shirt up. I can sense her organic structure tense up and start to fidget. I inched my way up to her pelvis around her ass and squeezed a little, this metre she once again brought her custody on top of mine. I was n't deterred this clip, my lust was boiling over at this occasion so I reached around quite determined to get between her legs and put my handwriting on her pussycat. To my surprise she was n't wearing scanty and I instantly felt her wet, wet slit. I used my thumb to keep down her clit as my other four digit worked their way between her slippery lips and began to rub.

She let out a groan and curse as her hands once again stroke on top of mine and her legs closed over my hand. This actually worked against her as my fingers were already trapped inside of her and all she did was put atmospheric pressure onto herself. She began shuddering and contorted into a more fetal lieu pressing her ass hard into me. I was driven at this point, closed peg or not I kept my fingers working deeper into her and side to side. The same time I was full on grinding into her with my severe prominence. This kept on for five minutes and then fifteen, finally she moaned and convulsed into her orgasm. Her walls were crushing my finger's breadth and soaking them in an instant.

Once she subsided in her throes I slowly pulled my fingers out and brought them to my lip sucking all of her Henry Sweet juices up. She was laying there panting with her face pressed into her pillow, my movement had pulled the cover off of us except our leg. Her hips were so curvaceous laying on her slope like that with her shirt pulled up and bunched at her stomach, I can see her smooth perfect ass and the phantasm between them that hinted at the most wonderful experience if I were to pose my dick there. As I reached to force my boxers down she suddenly threw cold pee on my fantasy.

'' No more please. '' She said shakily. My boxers were right at my knees when I stopped what I was doing, cock shooting straight at her ass.

'' You seemed like you liked it. '' I stated simply.

She seemed to get out more into her pillows because I barely heard her. `` I did, and I really am sorry that you did n't get to do your thing but this is untimely, I 'm espouse with youngster ! ``

'' If you like it, you like it. Do n't apologize cheating with stopping now. '' I said testily. I was very tempestuous and very horny. Two things combined can either go very good or very, very wrong.

'' I 'm so sorry. '' She said almost tearful.

Seeing her almost in weeping made me go a short soft, just a niggling. `` Can you at least secern me honestly that you would it if affair were different ? '' I said in an browned off voice.

She turned around and looked me in eyes and flickered down to my turncock and up to my chest before settling on my boldness. `` Yes, of course of action. I am a cleaning lady first and foremost. In a different situation I would sleep with your golem penis until it broke ! '' She chirped with a smile.

I could n't decide if she really meant that or just took ruth on me. As I concentrated on her expression I saw that her saying switched from guilt feelings to crave and back. I decided to go out it at that instead of saying something snide I said `` I 'm going to take a shower and go home. '' I then walked towards the bath kicking my underclothing off and walking butt naked into the restroom before she could say anything. As I showered I replayed everything that happened tonight in my headway. The way her consistency moved and felt, the way she responded to my tactual sensation like she loved it. The more I thought about it the more angry I got, the trope of her ass and legs kept playing in my creative thinker. My dick responded in tour, getting hard again. As I stood there under the spray of water stroking my cock I snapped.

I turned off the water and patted myself as dry as I can and stroll out of the can. Monica was laying on her spine with a arm resting on her fountainhead. I could n't read the blank smell on her face but she seemed to be deep in view and did n't point out me standing there naked looking down at her. I walked up and jumped on top of her straddling her hips, stifle on either side. I leaned down holding myself up with both arms I kissed her deeply. She did n't respond for a match seconds but then I felt her kiss me back. We laid there kissing for a couple minutes until I broke off breathing heavily. Her eyes were still closed. `` I do n't buy your crap guilty conscience, if you want me take me. We do n't birth to see each other ever again when you leave yet again ! ``

Before she could respond I pushed myself down and plunge font first between her pegleg, at the Lapp sentence my hands swept up her shirt. I began sucking her button almost instantly upon contact, she let out a groan and a `` oooooh shit. '' It drove me to tongue fuck her pussy as deep as my tongue would go. As I pulled my glossa out and over her clit I replaced them with my fingers and began to milk her G-Spot. With my hands I reached under her shirt and began to play with her teat which were hard as ball field. I tweaked them between my finger and she let out a yelping. My anger kept building the more I pleased her that I did n't even hold off until she came before I got up pulled her to me by her hips and placed my turncock just inside her. I reached and grab a leg in each arm and rammed my cock to the hilt into her. The pain of entering her so fast just added to my anger and I began pumping in and out furiously. She let out a hard breath but did n't say anything but you can see it in her face that she felt the pain too.

Pulling her legs further into her in a bend and lifting my balls began to smack into her prick. I never let off a second as I pounded her pussy as hard as I could, face in a grimace. She began to ease up from the pain in the ass and I can separate from her moans and font that she was starting to feel proficient. It was apparent from the measure wetness that was coming out of her, running down her ass fissure and cheek. After what seemed old age ( when in realism was seven minutes or so ) I pulled out. I turned her over by forcefulness but she realized what I wanted and completed the good turn on her own onto all IV. I placed a pillow under her and quickly flummox my peter back into her, hard. She was moaning incoherent Word of God as I began to pound into her ass. After a bit I stuck a finger into my back talk to get it wet and started to tease her asshole which was a cute footling pucker. She tried to impart a hired man around and stop me but I brushed it aside and stuck a digit in. She let out a scream of pleasure or painful sensation, I do n't know. I leaned down and began to kiss her sweat soaked back and neck while thrusting deep and putting my weight unit down, alternating between leaning over and leaning back and smacking her ass red.

After a couplet instant of raging pounding, I could n't hold out anymore and said I was going to cum soon. She told me not to cum inside her because she was n't on the pill right now. I said it 's either going in her backtalk or her pussy and that she needed to piece fast. Right after she moaned out to cum in her mouth I was already starting to shoot. I got off and reached down to her shoulders to flip her and did n't do it to her mouth but shot laurel wreath of cum all over her hair, font, and cervix. Some got on the pillow she was laying on. After the shoemaker's last spurt convulsed out of me I collapsed on her half turned body and gave lowly kisses on her stomach. There was no words spoken as I got off future to her. She got up and went into the bathroom and the concluding thing I heard before darkness took me was the sink running.

I woke up early the adjacent morning around six, I 've always woke up early when drinking the Night before. It seems like a vicious trait to have as my head was pounding into a hangover. I looked to my left and saw that Monica was laying right up to me with her head buried into my sides. The memory of my tempestuous fuck with my get married Quaker came rushing in and I smiled. My long sought after obsession finally came to fruition in a most conclusive explosion. I gently sat up and just stared at her sleeping shape, ass out to the side, T-Shirt pulled up to tits exposing her easy organic structure and stunning stage. After a while she murmured something lost in the stupor of eternal rest and rubbed her eyes. She seemed to be struggling with her stream situation nestled next to me half naked and me fully naked. She had this startled deer look on her cute typeface and I could n't help but let out a little jape as I got up and started to research for my clothes. Just as I was done pulling on my shirt and air-sleeve she was just about to say something when her telephone set started blaring.

'' Hello ? '' She said sleepily.

'' Hey hun ......... yea I just got up. '' Listening. `` No it 's OK, I should experience gotten up already. '' I can only coincide that it was that dastardly husband of hers. I quietly put my place on grabbed my key and looked at her.

'' How are my babe doing ? ...................... Are they driving you crazy yet ? '' She looked up and I can see that she wanted to say something to me but I was already moving to the door smiling.

'' Yeah ..... yeah .... really ? She said that ? '' She looked up again and gave me a blotto smiling as if saying 'this is my life story and you made me tare'. I gave her my most tempt excusatory grinning and went out the door.

I did n't want to listen her say 'sorry'or 'it was a mistake'so I left without saying anything. In realism I did n't want to hear myself try to cling onto her, I did n't want to see me try to express how one night could never be enough and that I wanted all of her. As I got into the cab I gave a quick glimpse up at the hotel and wondered if I would ever see her again. In mind I thought evilly about how I always wanted to go to NY and maybe I should visit one day ...