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Chapter 11

(MF, Mf, FF, ff, Ff, mult, cons, reluc, slave, humor, cheat, inc, mother, fath, dau,
  D/S, Mdom, span, lght, humil, group, orgy, harem, poly, WC, WM, WF, oral, exhib, toys, BBR, slow)

Written by Spacer X (paul_t_22@yahoo.com)

I generally stayed in my den and worked. I actually made a lot of good progress with my writing. I'd been so troubled in recent days that I was a mess. But now I was back on track. It felt great!

That feeling reassured me that I'd made the right decision. True, this was a strange lifestyle we were choosing to live, but French kissing and hugging one's daughter didn't really seem to be incest in my book. Not really. IF it worked for us and no one else found out, that's what mattered.

I knew it would only last for the summer anyway, because the Gruesome Twosome were going to start school at the University of California, Irvine, in the fall. That was less than an hour away, but we'd already discussed that they needed to live on their own so they could spread their wings and fully immerse themselves in college life.

Outside by the pool, a small group of bikini-clad teenage bombshells held a party practically the whole afternoon.

Normally, I went outside for at least a few minutes to be hospitable and say hello when the Hellions brought some of their friends over. But I decided it was better not to even go down there today. My libido had been burning hot for weeks now. I resolved to spend the entire day just writing and cooling down.

The problem was that all the "usual suspects" were there. Unlike my bedroom, Michelle's bedroom overlooks the backyard pool area. So I went to her room a couple of times and peeked through the blinds, just to see which friends were there. It was pretty much the exact crowd I'd suspected.

Birds of a feather flock together, and since Michelle and Ruby were the most beautiful of the "beautiful people" in their old high school, there seemed to be some kind of unwritten rule that all of their girl friends had to be beautiful too. None of their friends were as busty as Michelle (which eighteen-year-old was?!), but a few were in the same ballpark as Ruby, or close to it. Friends like Anjali and Nina. I wanted to be careful to avoid them in particular because I'm such a tit man. But to be honest, the biggest problem for me with going to the backyard by far was that Michelle and Ruby would naturally be there too.

Happily, Ruby came to check on me when I didn't come downstairs for lunch at the usual time. I was able to get her to bring lunch up to me, as well as tell the guests my apologies that I was too busy to visit today.

The party ended without incident. I found that a pleasant surprise, since I thought the girls might try to get friendly with me. Perhaps the their friends kept their scheming minds occupied.

Mindy had left earlier to run some errands, or “wobble some errands” as she put it, given all the fucking we’d been doing. When Mindy came home, she seemed just as excited as Michelle about my change of heart. I told her how smoothly things had gone, and that made her even more thrilled.

We ran upstairs and had a 'quickie'.

Then, as we lay in bed basking in the afterglow, she said to me, "My love, I'm so glad you've changed your mind. I was and still am one hundred percent behind you, supporting whatever it is you want to do. I know you may want to change your mind on this again if it doesn't work out. If you do, I'll be right there with you. I didn't want to influence you in any way, because it was your decision and yours alone. But my instinct tells me this is what's best. It just feels right."

I nodded, because I had that feeling too.

She added, "Michelle needs this. It's very important to her. You know she's all about family, and you're kind of her idol. By going cold turkey on the teasing, I think she felt like you weren't just rejecting her teasing, you were rejecting her completely."

"Yeah, I kind of figured that."

"She loves you so very much. It's no wonder she couldn't stop crying. And I still say that teasing is going to be the spice that'll keep us romping like bunnies overdosing on Viagra for years to come."

I replied, "We'll see. Like I was telling myself earlier, I've crossed some kind of Rubicon. Before, I was feeling all conflicted, but now I'm determined to give this a try. I'm feeling good! I am discovering my wild side, and I actually like it."

"Good! Any second thoughts?"

"Of course. Even though I'm optimistic, I'm still scared shitless that I've made the wrong decision. With Michelle, it's like we're damned if we do, and we're damned if we don't. I'm just hoping we can find the right balance and have a teasing and sexy and fun house, without me going too far and actually doing something physical with her."

"So you're against any kind of touching now?"

"No. You know the rules. The key one is that they can touch me, but not my penis."

My wife looked very disappointed.

"What, you think I should let them touch me there?!"

"No, of course not. I think you have a good rule. But I have my wild fantasies. I'm afraid those Internet stories must have gotten to me. I have such naughty taboo thoughts. I get so excited thinking about her touching you there! Rubbing herself against it. Kissing it with her soft, pouty lips. Licking you, even. There." She pointed significantly towards my crotch. "Touching the King."

I snorted with derision at that. "It's been a couple of days already and you're still calling it the King? That joke's getting old."

She grinned, but said, "That's no joke. That's its name now. The King." She mock-bowed in its direction. "Your Majesty, how may I serve you? ... What's that you say, Your Majesty? You want to spank my naughty ass and then fuck me? Well okay, but if you fuck me, since you're the King, you're going to have to fuck me royally."

I laughed. "Hey, I was fucking you royally even before my dick 'took the throne.' Whatever that means. Which reminds me, when did the coronation ceremony happen? I think I missed that."

Her eyes lit up. "Oooh! What a great idea! Let me get back to you on that."

"Uh-oh. I smell danger and mischief."

She quipped, "Oh, is that what that is? And here I was, thinking that smell was because you'd forgotten to flush the toilet."

"Ha-ha. Getting back to the topic at hand, God knows why, but you've got all these weird-ass ideas about incest. You know I have to draw the line where I do. Can you keep your fantasies in check?"

She replied, "I'll control myself. I really will. It won't be easy, but I will. But can we still use that as role-play fodder? You have to admit that what we did that one night a couple of nights ago was the most intense sex ever."

"True. But if we have sex like that every night, they'll be wheeling us to the hospital before long."

"Good point." She said in a sultry, high-pitched voice, "I'll try to be a good little girl. Most of the time. ... Daddy." She just about knocked me over with her 'come hither' look.

I tried not to show how much that got to me. I teased back, "Well, at least if you get naughty, I have a new arrow in my quiver. Naughty girls get a very hard spanking in this household!" I playfully slapped her on the ass.

"Oooh! You beast!" She wiggled her behind at me playfully. "More, please!"

We kissed, which turned into a prolonged make-out session. Somehow, that turned into a sixty-nine. I'm a very lucky guy in that my wife not only doesn't mind going down on me, she positively loves doing it! Life was good.

Eventually, we dressed up and went downstairs to have dinner. Not only had the friends all gone home, but even Ruby had returned home to eat dinner with her mother Cindy, like usual. We generally saw a lot of Ruby during the day, but not so much in the evenings.

Michelle was happy; everyone was happy. We had a grand ol' time, with Mindy cracking jokes left and right.

Michelle dressed in a way she never would have dressed before I "officially approved" of the teasing. She wore a short miniskirt, but one that was long enough to cover her pussy and ass cheeks, with a few inches to spare. That wasn't the attention grabber. Not surprisingly, she specialized in showing off her enormous rack. Her top would have been a fairly ordinary green spaghetti strap blouse that showed off the upper slopes of her tits nicely. But the kicker was that it was cut extremely short on the bottom edge, so the very bottom slopes of her round melons were visible. And of course she wore no bra, so it was a non-stop jiggle-fest.

She didn't overly tease much. For instance, she didn't go out of the way to preen and pose. But there was a great buzz of excitement in the air, helped greatly by her revealing blouse.

Mindy made some joking references to what happened before the cooling off period. For instance, she pretended to knock the salt shaker off the table, and then pretended to search for it, mostly in my lap. She didn't really touch my dick (and yes, it was erect!), but she made greatly exaggerated jacking off motions with her arm.

Everybody thought that was hilarious, even me. But at the same time, there was a part of me that was completely floored we could be joking about such a thing as a family. What would Nicky think if she was home for vacation and eating dinner with us and we kept talking in this manner? She'd think we're all certifiably insane, for starters.

I realized with a start, That could be a very real problem soon! Today is May 22nd, and Nicky's last final is on May 24th. That's just two days from now! True, she won't be coming back home right away, but she will be coming home soon, and she'll be spending the whole summer here. I need to figure out what to do about that!

Mindy also let slip the new "King" nickname, and Michelle thought that was the greatest thing ever. The way her eyes lit up as she drew in her breath told me that she was instantly sold on this particular family tradition. After all, it created all kinds of new teasing possibilities.

For instance, she pretended to talk about Elvis. "You know, speaking of the King, I'm a huge fan. In fact, I think I luuuuve the King."

"Oh, do you?" Mindy asked, prodding her for more.

"I do! You know, I've heard it said that women scream and swoon whenever they see the King shake. I could totally believe it."

"Oh, it's definitely true, dear," Mindy said with a slap-happy grin. "Would you like me to shake it a little? And then we can see if you swoon."


I finally butted in and said, "Okay, you two, cut it out."

But Michelle couldn't resist adding, "The problem with the King though, is that I hear he got really fat."

"That's true," Mindy said proudly, delighting in having a well-endowed husband. "He's VERY fat and thick! Such a shame. You can barely get your arms around him, if you know what I mean."

"I do!" Perhaps trying to make the teasing less obvious, Michelle said, "I can totally picture him in that white jumpsuit of his."

Mindy spoke as if she was seriously correcting her daughter, "We call that a 'condom,' dear."

I had to laugh at that, it was so silly. But I said, "Okay, very funny, but that's enough. Shelle, I don't need to tell you twice to behave."

Michelle's eyebrows were raised in alarm. She suddenly sat up straight, as if called to attention, and said, "Oops! Mum's the word!" She pretended to zip her lips shut.

That was about as racy as things got all dinner, which was fine with me. I enjoyed that level of joking around, not to mention the visual display Michelle was putting on. But I could tell my Johnson was going to be stuck with the "King" label for some time to come. The two of them were having too much fun with it.

At one point, Mindy asked Michelle, "So, have you and Ruby talked about how you plan to behave to make Dan happy?"

"Sure thing! We've talked about it a LOT in recent days. The main thing is that we have to obey him in all things, and especially obey his rules." She spoke directly to me: "Daddy, you're the boss!"

Then she continued with Mindy, "We like the name 'big-titted cocktease,' and we're going to wear it with pride. Our goal is to be as sexy and arousing as possible without, you know, actually touching him much. Sex is more than half mental anyway, right? So we may not directly jack him off, but we can try to get him that horny with our words and our clothes and our poses and such. It's going to be SUCH FUN! I can't wait to get started!"

Mindy nodded at Michelle's daring blouse, and said with wry amusement, "Looks to me like you've already gotten started."

Michelle turned away, slightly embarrassed. "Yeah. A little." She couldn't stop smiling. Then, feeling bold, she cupped her enormous boobs from below and let go, causing them to wildly bounce.

My wife clapped her hands like she'd just seen a great magic trick. "That's the spirit!"

My sultry blonde daughter beamed, even as she blushed slightly.

I thought, Boy, what am I getting myself into? This is going be a wild, sexy summer. It will be just like riding the tiger by the tail!

Once our family dinner was over, Mindy and I could hardly get upstairs fast enough to get our hands on each other again. I made love to her fast and hard. Life was just getting better and better. The 'spicing up' theory seemed to be coming true in spades.

"There's just one thing, Honey," my wife said as she was giving me a handjob in bed a short time later. She was getting me stiff for round two. "You made a promise to Michelle just before you put a temporary stop to the teasing. You promised that she could have more of your 'energy drink.'"

"Noooo! You don't mean...!"

I'm sure she could feel my erection twitch with excitement in her sliding fingers.

She leaned in close and whispered breathlessly, "I do!"

Normally, my wife was the perpetual jokester, and this seemed like the setup for another joke. But she seemed dead serious. We had an arrangement - when I asked her "No joking?" she had to answer honestly. It wasn't a card I pulled very often, but I used it now.

"No joking?"

"None. I'm dead serious. You made a promise! You've taught her how important it is to keep promises."

"We can let this one slide." I was getting uncontrollably horny imagining Michelle drinking a glass of my cum!

Mindy started stroking me faster as my dick rapidly engorged. "The thing is, she REALLY doesn't know that it's your cum. She just thinks we're being mean in not sharing our new snack food."

"Come on! You've got to be kidding. There's no frickin' way in hell she couldn't know."

Like a lion moving in for the kill, she scooted down and started licking my cockhead as well as stroking the rest. "Sure, she thinks it's your cum now, but we'll get her to think that it wasn't!"

"Come again?"

"Cum is almost always bitter, I'm told. But your cum is truly sweet, thanks to your fruity, non-meat diet. I'm not kidding when I say I could squirt it on a dessert and no one would be the wiser. I can mix it in with some other stuff so she really will never know. It'll be close enough in taste to your stuff that she'll think it was the same stuff she had before, but it'll be different enough that she'd be bummed and think it wasn't actually your cum! This way, you're in the clear!'

That idea intrigued me. But then I said, "No. It's still wrong."

"Think about it! You and I can have fun with this. You don't want her thinking she's consumed your cum. So we'll fix that. But we'll still get off on knowing what she's REALLY drinking - fresh, hot Daddy cum!"

I moaned erotically, "But that's mean, to trick her like that."

She swirled her tongue around the crown of the cockhead. "I know, but she's tricked you big time lately. These things you've been telling me in the past couple of days about all the different ways she and Ruby have found excuses to kiss you or rub up against you... They've been nothing but sneaky, sneaky, sneaky! Are you just gonna lie there and take it, or are you going to get your revenge? You need to do this for your own peace of mind. The way those two have been playing you like a fiddle has been eating away at you, I can see."

My wife knew how to get me. I was frustrated at them, and in my current highly-aroused state, her revenge plan sounded great.

"And not only that, but I'll reward you big time!" She suddenly engulfed my cockhead and bobbed on it a couple of times, as a hint of future rewards. Then she pulled her lips off so she could continue to talk. "Just thinking about it gets me so hot, I can't even begin to tell you. I'll give the King the biggest royal coronation ceremony you could possibly imagine!"

As soon as she said that, she swallowed my cockhead again. Except this time she didn't just bob a couple of times. She launched an intense tongue attack on my sweet spot while using tremendous suction with her lips. She knew the moves I loved the best, and she had the talent to deliver!

I thought, Speaking of sneaky, I'm sure it's no coincidence that she happens to bring this up while she's jacking me off, and now sucking me off! What a sneaky little devil. I can't think straight!

I told her, "I don't know. It still feels wrong. The bonds in our family are based on complete trust and honesty."

She went back to both licking and stroking my hard-on at once so she could resume talking while keeping me too horny to think straight. She was using both hands to pleasure my dick now, sliding up and down, faster and faster. Her own arousal was growing steadily the more I seemed to be amenable to the idea. "I know. And that's well and good in general, but not all the time. Haven't you already lied to her by not telling her that your 'yummy goo' is actually your cum?"

"That's true, I did. But what else could I do?!"

"Fair enough, but don't tell me then that lying is wrong! This is a case where two wrongs WILL make a right, and we'll leave her convinced she never drank your cum in the first place. Besides, she's already licked up a whole bunch, so what's the harm of a little more? And need I remind you, she's demanding more of the mystery goo. You have to deliver on your promise! That's a done deal already!"

I groaned lustily, "I don't know... So wrong..."

"She's ALREADY guzzled your cum! That's what's wrong! She's licked your cum from her hands, sucking each finger into her mouth, one by one. She needs to be punished! Revenge! Don't be a pussy about this! Take a walk on the wild side!"

My thoughts went back to visions of Michelle eagerly licking my cum out of the palm of her hand, and the way she'd sucked her fingers clean. I recalled the way she wore those harem pajamas, the way her breasts jiggled oh-so-enticingly, her blonde hair cascaded around her shoulders, and how her eyes bored a hole right through me as she tilted her head back and pressed her palm to her lips. I could hardly believe it, but somehow I found myself saying, "Mindy, you're so unbelievably naughty! But you know what? I feel a little crazy too!"

"Good! Let's do it! Let's show her!" Her hands were nearly a blur on my shaft now.

I was still trying to justify this clearly immoral act as I spoke my thoughts out loud. "Well, she has drunk my stuff before. Her hands WERE full of my cum. I can't get that image out of my head. I did make that promise. It would be good to cover my tracks. And God help me, I do feel jerked around and would like a little payback. I can't tell you how much I've been wanting to spank her spoiled ass properly, but this is better. ... What the hell! I'll do it!"

"Oh GAAWWWD! YES! I love the old Dan so much, but I love the new wild and crazy Dan even more!" Within seconds, her lips were attached to my pulsing rod like some kind of hungry leech.

God, my wife is an incredible cocksucker! It didn't take very long for her to coax out a load, not the way she was sucking and stroking with total abandon.

Mindy loved sex, and in recent years she had no problem with swallowing my load. (My diet changed over time, and she claimed my cum had steadily gotten sweeter to the point where she very much enjoyed the taste.) So I thought I'd shoot into her mouth, as usual.

But as my balls tightened up, she suddenly pulled away and brought a jar out from God knows where she'd been keeping it. She stroked my dick as I shot into the jar. Knowing what that jar meant propelled me into another dimension of arousal. I nearly blacked out while imagining my sweet daughter guzzling my cum down like a glass of milk.

When I was done, I looked at the jar. I'd never seen my ejaculate measured before, and it seemed like a surprisingly small amount. "Hmmm. There's not really much there, is there? I mean, I like to think I cum as much as the next guy, or more-"

"You do, believe me. The King is like Old Faithful, you know, that geyser at Yellowstone that blows about once an hour. I can't keep up."

"Be that as it may, that's a small amount."

"Good point. And I have just the solution! Does the King like to go spelunking? 'Cos I have this special cave I'd like for him to explore."

So we made love again. It was the third time I'd cum in a couple of hours. I have to admit, as twisted as it was, the whole "energy drink" jar idea got me extremely excited, and I drilled my wife like some kind of human jackhammer for a while.

When I came again, I shot straight into the jar and deposited another nice load. That excited Mindy to no end. I have to admit I was over the moon too.

Still, it didn't seem like much, compared to the whole jar.

But Mindy said, "No worry. I'm one step ahead of you on this. Earlier this evening, while I was making dinner, I did some tinkering. I worked up a special mixture that looks and tastes remarkably like cum. Not like most cum, mind you, but YOUR cum. Yours is so sweet, that's what makes this work."

She smirked. "Just imagine the look on her face when she gets an ENTIRE GLASS full of the 'energy drink!' Then she'll taste it and find out it tastes EXACTLY like your cum! She'll totally freak out! She'll know there's no human way you could have filled up an entire glass full of real cum, not unless you had weeks to do it. So that must mean she was wrong before. When in fact that was real cum, and some of this is real cum too! Boy, is egg going to be on her face!"

She added with a snicker, "Although, maybe she'll spill some of it, and then cum will be on her face! YOUR cum!"

That sounded good to me, but admittedly I was thinking with the wrong head at the time. Deep down, there was a part of me that wanted my youngest daughter to start drinking my cum, and like it!

Michelle's bedroom was on the second floor, like ours, on the other end of the hall. It still wasn't that late, about ten o'clock, but Michelle had already gone to sleep since she'd hardly slept for two days straight.

But Mindy was so excited about the whole "energy drink" idea that she wanted to give the jar to Michelle right away. She also pointed out the advantage of giving it to her while the cum was still fresh.

I started to get cold feet. Had I really agreed to do this? It seemed crazy. Mindy wanted me to come with her, but I couldn't bear to watch. So she put on a nightgown and headed off to the kitchen. Then I heard her coming back up the stairs a few minutes later. Except when she reached the top of the stairs she headed towards Michelle's room.

At first I attempted to cover my ears with a pillow, but curiosity got the best of me. I lay there and listened closely. I felt extremely nervous and guilty.

About a minute later, I heard a great shriek of joy coming from my daughter's room. I grimaced as I imagined my very own daughter chugging down a jar of my cum as if she was tilting her head back and downing an entire bottle of Coca Cola in one long gulp. The whole idea made me squeamish, but I also thought of Michelle's ecstatic expression while she drank my cum and, incredibly, that made my penis start to rise yet again. I was almost ready to have another go at my wife if I hadn't felt so sleepy.

Mindy came back to our master bedroom about a minute later, more staggering than walking. She took her robe off and got back in bed. She said matter-of-factly, "It's done."

I replied, "This is sick. You know what's in that jar. I know what it is. We're tricking her. It's evil!"

"I know. Would it make you feel any better or worse if I told you that I think she still thinks it is actually your cum?"

"WHAT?! NO! That just makes things worse! How is that possible?! You gave her an entire glass full of it, right?"

"I did. Just as much as a typical full glass of milk or juice. When I gave it to her, she asked me what it was called. I told her, Vanilla Cream Energy Drink."

"What?! That's so bizarre."

"I know, but your cum really has a bit of a vanilla flavor. And it's creamy too. So I thought that would be a good cover, and it matched with the other ingredients I added in, including a lot of vanilla. Anyway, she took a sip and squealed with delight. You probably heard that. Then she said, 'Yummy! This tastes JUST like Daddy's cum!' And then she lovingly drank more of it. She kept going on about what a virile and potent man her daddy was."

She sighed. "I didn't know what to say. What could I say at that point? I think she has a wildly misguided idea of how much cum a typical guy squirts out. She is a total virgin, after all. She knew we were in here having sex, so she must figure that's how much you shoot out when a few of your loads are combined."

I said, "But that's crazy! It would take me dozens upon dozens of ejaculations to fill up a full cup! Jesus H. Christ on a pogo stick! What have we done?!"

Mindy sighed. "It's done now. She drank the rest of it down while I sat there. She was careful not to miss a drop. She even licked the inside of the jar that she could reach and then used her fingers. I think she had a climax too. I know I did, just from watching. She definitely kept a hand under her covers and in just the right location."

She added, "Well, actually, she drank most of it, not all of it. She saved some in the fridge for Ruby tomorrow, plus she wanted to enjoy more of it tomorrow too."

"Good God! Ruby too?!"

"I know. I'm sorry. But the good news is that I told her that this could only be a one-time thing. I was vague. I said it wasn't easy to get, but it's all I could get right now. I'd be in trouble if I tried to take more from you. I worded it so it would fit if it was your cum for real or actually some mysterious energy drink."

I laughed at the absurdity of it all. "NO way. No frickin' way. Mindy, this is the most bizarre and out of control thing to ever happen in my life. Why did I agree to that? I must be completely nuts!"

"And I love you for it." She kissed me on the lips. "I know you did it at least partly for me, to show that you could get really wild. I know it wasn't easy for you either, and that makes me love you even more."

"But... but... This is nuts! NUTS! 'This tastes just like Daddy's cum?' What does that mean? Does that mean she knows some of it IS my cum? Or does she think it's really similar, and that's why she likes it? How could she know for sure what my cum tastes like, because what if the 'yummy goo' was really the energy drink? The whole thing is so confusing."

Mindy shook her head in chagrin. "I know. And it's not like we can come out and ask her or we could tip our hand. But regardless, the whole thing makes me so hot and horny that I'm liable to catch fire! I only wish I still had some 'energy drink' of my own to guzzle down!" She wiggled her eyebrows suggestively.

"You're insatiable!"

She sighed wearily. "Not really. It was actually just the thought of it. There's no way I'm up for it again tonight. You slayed me earlier. Let's save that thought for tomorrow morning. Unfortunately, I'm too tired and sore to even touch myself. Good night, Honey. I love you so much."

She turned off the light and gave me a good night kiss.

I kissed her back. "You're really twisted, but I love you just the same. 'Vanilla Cream Energy Drink.' Lordy, Lordy."

She giggled.

I thought, I'm letting my daughter tease me and seduce me and drink my cum out of a jar! And all as a favor to my wife! How strange is that?!

I pondered the whole strange situation some more while trying without success to go to sleep.

I knew what we'd just done to Michelle was wrong, very wrong. There really was no excuse to justify it. Our lusts simply made us do something stupid and immoral.

And yet, strangely, I didn't mind it so much, because the incident was teaching me some very important things about myself.

Mindy had recently told me that everyone has wild sexual urges that revel in the taboo and the extreme. I'd started to come in touch with these urges inside myself. I knew I had to come to grips with them. To hide behind strict morality and bury them under the rug was the cowardly way out. Plus, if I could get in touch with my wild side, I could allow myself to take part in more sex acts and thus satisfy Mindy's wild sexual cravings too.

There was a part of me that wanted to powerfully spank my wife, explore new positions with her, and yes, even watch her give a jar of my cum (at least some of it was my real cum) to my daughter. I had to learn about this side of myself, and integrate it into the rest of my personality. Not only would that result in a more satisfying marriage, but Mindy and I could enjoy some truly amazing sex along the way. I didn't ever want to sexually trick Michelle with something like the cum jar again, but there were many other sexual things Mindy and I could do to each other that would thrill us both.

Eventually, exhaustion overtook me.

NOTE: Thanks to the suggestions and corrections of IBT, Gnome, Ecchi Spud, PrincelyGuy, Johnny Galt, and Billo, and the reformatting of Sam.I.am.

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