1 comments/ 20235 views/ 6 favorites She-lion By: 140306 In the fast pace of the game I barely grasped that the Swedish player #15 came from behind the goal to the corner, trying to fool the puck past the netminder from there. But the goalie was good as always, getting down fast and stopping the puck, and at that same moment I was there to do my part. The Swede tried to slash around with her stick, but of course the puck would not go anywhere from there. Irritated, the Swedish forward hit the goaltender with her stick, an action which in turn irritated the goalie who rose up to face the attacker. Now the Swede decided to do what she always, in every match, aspired to, and hit our goaltender straight to the face with her fist. The goalie did not hesitate to hit back, and I tried to jab the Swede to make her lose her balance and fall to the ice. The referee skated to us to separate the two fighters from each other. It took a while to bring the mad Swede back to a more stable state of mind, and the referee called for a penalty for both the Swede and the goalie for roughing. After the little scene, our goalie was just laughing, and I was a little confused as to how to feel. For a long time already I had been head over heels in love with the goaltender, so I really did not like watching someone throwing punches at her. On the other hand, the fact that she wasn't afraid to hit back was incredibly sexy to me. You don't often see female ice hockey players fighting like that. *** The emotion-filled match was over; we had beaten the Swedish team 3-2. I was safe and warm in the dark under a blanket, but not yet asleep, as I heard the door quietly open. I opened my eyes just a tiny bit, and from between my eyelashes I saw a tall, blonde woman stand on the doorway. My heart started to beat more rapidly as the broad-shouldered figure hesitated on the doorway for a good deal of time, but I still remained as though I was asleep. Finally the woman decided that at least it wasn't a good idea to keep loitering there, halfway in my room but still in the corridor, and she stepped in and silently closed the door behind her. For a few minutes that felt like an eternity, she stood there collecting her courage, but when she finally took a step in, she came to my bed in a determined manner. I was on my back, my hair a mess and lots of it over my eyes, and the first thing she did was to brush a strand of hair away from my face. I couldn't stop a small smile from creeping to my lips, and I opened my eyes to finally see her properly. Those beautiful blue eyes that I had stared at so many times watching replays of our games -- and in those replays, close-ups of her -- were now looking at me as intensely as they eyed the puck in the games. Only the expression was now softer, gentler. She smiled back at me, and without a word she reached down to kiss me. A warm feeling overwhelmed me as I returned the kiss that was gentle, more sweet than passionate. For a while I got lost floating in a different reality altogether. I returned to Earth as this guest that had crept into my room without an invitation suddenly lifted me up in her arms. I regained my composure and held on to her, hands around her neck, enjoying the absolute power that she was practically oozing as she was so easily lifting me. But she let me down, on my feet beside the bed, and without a blink of an eye drew my t-shirt over my head. Grinning at how I was taken by surprise, she kissed me again, this time demanding and passionate, wrapping her muscular arms around my body. My own hands found her neck underneath her loose ponytail. I did however break the kiss to rid her of her shirt, which she earnestly let me do, but then she took command again and swung me around like a dance partner, pinned me to the wall, kissing me all the more passionately. She didn't even need grave breaks from the kissing to get rid of her bra and sweatpants, thus reducing her state of clothing to an equal level with mine. Her hands were wandering on my body, and at last after long moments of teasing and wandering about she undressed me of the last garment I had, my underpants. She grabbed my wrists and pinned my hands against the wall over my head, and there was a danger that I start to purr in the hands of this strong young woman. She bent down bringing her face only inches away from my ear, and I could feel her breath on my skin as she whispered, "Occasionally I had a hard time concentrating on the game, because I thought I'd rather be here, fucking you 'til your brain stops functioning." I took a sharp breath, because I felt her words quite physically somewhere on my lower stomach. Even if I could have been able to come up with something to reply, I was sure I was utterly unable to say a word. And yet, before I even realised I was talking, I said, "Do it now." She gave a low laugh, and again I could feel the impact of her voice somewhere down under. "Oh yes," she promised with a low voice, and not wasting another minute she lifted me on her arms again and dropped me back to my bed, instantly coming over me. I could feel her weight on me, and I was breathing her scent, as she teasingly bit my earlobe. I noted that the one who was in command would also decide the pace. She kissed, licked, breathed on, brushed and caressed my body, missing the strategic spots only by a hair's width, and I was afraid that this lovely torture would never end. Finally she did take a nipple in her mouth, and now I was afraid that I'd go off by nothing more than her skillfully sucking and fondling my breasts. I arched my back and my voice threatened to rise to a volume that could be heard in the neighboring rooms as well. Soon she went on, planting kisses on my stomach and downwards, almost to the destination but not quite. Her fingers remained drawing unseen patterns on my lower stomach as her lips moved on to kiss the tender skin of my inner thighs. As my growing anticipation was trying to surface, I could not stop myself from whimpering. I could feel her grinning against my inner thigh. "You must be in need of something," I heard her say, and I nodded in desperation. "Yeah," I managed to say, though I felt I couldn't even breathe. She decided to free me of my agony, and finally I could feel her tongue right where her touch had been most desired. I grasped a handful of bed sheet, arched my back further and my head tightly against the pillow, and I didn't notice nor care that now my gasping could definitely be heard in the whole Olympic village. I would most definitely not have needed a long time of such attentions before reaching an orgasm, but she showed me that she still decided the tempo of this waltz, and left me on the edge time after time, stopping only for a moment but still for a time long enough. I love just that moment on the edge of a climax, but very soon I started to feel that I simply would not be able to take such teasing any more. I was completely at her mercy, so I did not hesitate to beg. "Please..." My wish was granted to me. She came up, face to face with me, and I could feel her fingers slide in at the same moment as she kissed me. My hips rose up to meet her thrust, and after only a couple more of those I was biting her shoulder in order to stop myself from screaming aloud as a powerful orgasm hit me like a giant wave. A wave after another I was rocking underneath her strong, lean body, and my orgasm seemed like a manifestation of her overwhelming strength. When I was slowly returning from the heavens, she wrapped her arms around me and held me close, not saying a word. I was so happy that I almost fell asleep right there, but then I noticed that I needed a word with her and she would not -- could not be -- there by the time I'd wake up. I opened my eyes and turned to look at her. She smiled, and the smile was in those ice-blue eyes as well. "I love you," I said, feeling a little stupid. "Silly," she replied with a gentle smile. "You should have told me, so I wouldn't have had to wonder." "I did leave the door unlocked," I reminded her. "And I dared not say, for I didn't believe that..." She was still smiling, and she planted a soft kiss on my forehead. "You are indeed quite sweet," she said. With a happy smile on my face I closed my eyes, and I guess both exhausting acts of sport I had done that night took their toll on me because in a matter of moments I was sound asleep on her arms. She Lived Next Door She lived next door. I had caught her a couple of times in her back yard watering her garden while I washed the breakfast dishes in my kitchen. On this particular morning I had just finished night shift and my wife had left for work. I guess my neighbour was in her early 60s and preferred to water her plants in the cool of the morning. She must have started the chore pretty much as soon as she was out of bed, judging by the way she had thrown her gown on. I was stunned to see her wandering around with her garden hose, oblivious to me lustily gazing her through my kitchen window. Her gown hung open, revealing her massive breasts which swung pendulously as she tendered her plants. Under her gown she wore a pair of massively sized Nanna knickers which came up to cover her midriff. I remember standing at the window transfixed by her glorious tits and feeling my cock start to grow. She was so engrossed in her watering that she had no idea I was watching as she stood not three metres from my window, with her beautiful blue veined breasts sagging outside her loosely draped gown. She casually looked around the yard, before lifting her eyes to me to see that I was thirstily ravaging her breasts with my eyes. Embarrassed, she quickly covered herself before giving me a wave and sheepish smile and then continued with her task. I thought this too good an opportunity to waste and quickly went out the back door to chat. She was a widow who had lived alone for more than fifteen years. Her only son left the family home some years earlier and I knew from living next door for the last twenty years that she rarely had visitors. We made small talk about the neighbourhood and the weather, all the while she nervously checked that her gown was covering her, as her nipples jutted through the fabric of her gown in the cool morning breeze. She apologised for being so careless as to "parade" around in such a state and told me I must have been embarrassed to see her that way. "Quite the contrary," I told her; "I was actually enjoying the way you look." She blushed and gently scolded me for be patronising. Again I reaffirmed how beautiful she looked with her gown agape in the gentle early morning light. "But you would have seen my sad old sagging body," she quietly added. "There's nothing sad about your body," I encouraged. "Most women would be pleased to have a body like yours." "Even my droopy boobs?" she queried. "Especially your boobs," I responded, feeling the engorged member throb achingly. "But they're wrinkled and sagging; I wish I could afford a boob job to help them sit higher." "You know there are creams you can apply to minimise wrinkles and firm your skin anywhere on your body, "I added hopefully. "Yes, I know that," she responded." But I didn't think I could use it anywhere but my face." "Of course you can," I encouraged. "Give it a try and let me be the judge." My cock was nearly bursting through my pants as I considered the possibilities. She blushed again and thought briefly to consider my proposal. "Alright," she decided," I'll give it a try." The following week I returned to day shifts and often thought about my neighbour and dismissed our discussion; thinking that she would probably either forget about our arrangement or lose the courage to follow through. I counted the days until I returned to nightshift and again had the opportunity to view my neighbour through my kitchen window. When I returned home following my first nightshift, I kissed my wife goodbye as she left for work and waited eagerly at my kitchen window. I waited for twenty minutes and was about to give up to go to bed and stroke my cock before drifting off to sleep. Then she wandered around the side of her house and looked up into my kitchen window. My cock sprung to life as she caught my attention by gently opening her gown and setting her marvellous breasts free. She cautiously gazed around her yard before motioning for me to come to the backyard. I felt a lump in my throat that matched the lump in my pants as I rushed to the back door. As I sidled up to the picket fence between our properties she stated, "I followed your instructions and wanted to get your opinion on any noticeable improvement." With that she released her loosely tied gown and thrust her pendulous tits toward me. "Well," she said, "what do you think?" "Um, they're beautiful," I blurted as I greedily devoured her body with my eyes. "Yes; but can you see any improvement?" she said as she lifted one breast after the other, studying each with a curious smile. My cock was leaping from my pants. "I'd probably need a closer look; that is, if you don't mind," I added as my mind raced with the prospect of handling her beautiful bounty. "Well, I suppose that seems appropriate in this circumstance," she stated as she shuffled nearer to the fence. I bent down and put my hands through the pickets and took each weighty prize in my hands and gazed lustily at their form. I lifted each, admiring the smooth skin and engorged nipples as I mentally photographed her. Her breasts were indeed massive. I'd have guessed they would comfortable fill a 'G' cup bra. I continued to inspect the beautiful blue veins that coursed through each breast, stopping briefly to tweak her nipples, which responded by swelling even further. "Hmmm, I guess there is some improvement, but I think you need further assistance," I added hopefully. "I was recently reading in a medical journal on the internet that there are some creams not commercially available that would help you immensely. Let me do some more research and I'll bring you some printed information." I don't know whether she suspected I was up to something, but she said, "Okay, I need to water my garden anyway, so let me know when you're done." I raced inside, smiling at the prospect of pulling off the devious plan I had in mind. I located an internet medical website before copying and pasting the header on a blank word document before adding my own creative medical advice. I completed my writing rather quickly and printed a copy to provide my neighbour, who was wandering around her garden with her gown still open enjoying the morning. "Here you are," I said as I handed her the still warm paper over the fence. "I hope you're opened minded to natural medicine, as this information might come as a bit of a shock to you." She read through the document, occasionally lifting her eyes to look into mine for any reaction. "Well," she said when she'd finished,"Who'd have thought that semen could be so useful!" I blushed as I realised that she had taken my bait and I pondered how I could take the obvious next step of coating my neighbour's gorgeous tits with my miracle lotion. I didn't have to wait long as she asked," How can we make this happen?" "Um," I fumbled for words as the realisation that my fantasy was coming to life and was there for the taking. "Can we go inside your place and get comfortable so I can commence the procedure?" "I guess so," she said. I leapt the fence with keen endeavour and followed her up the back steps inside her house and into the kitchen. "So, how is this going to happen?" she queried. My cock was leaping upward and I could feel the precome oozing from the tip. "What should I do?" she prompted as my mind raced with the amazing prospect I was being offered. "Err, how about you take a seat at the kitchen table and we can commence from there," I said as my body flushed with excitement. "Okay," she said taking a chair and turning it around to face my pulsing cock. I stepped up to her and asked her to remove her gown. My eyes never left her heaving breasts as she carefully peeled off her gown and sat back in the chair in her underpants with a curious smile in her face. "So, do you perform the, um, procedure alone or do you require some assistance," she boldly asked. "Well, if you're happy to help, I'm happy to be assisted," I responded. "Where is the moisturiser you've previously been using?" "It's on the bench above the sink behind you; why?" she asked. "I, err, just wanted to study the technique you've been using when applying the moisturiser," I said, "you know, just for research reasons," I lied. I just wanted to see her fondle her amazing breasts and hopefully get a good feel for myself. I handed the bottle to her. "Sure," she said as she flipped the lid and squirted a liberal amount over her heaving bosom. I watched in awe as she massaged the cream in and I was so caught up in watching this amazing sight that I began to stroke my pounding member through my pants. "Would you like to assist me?" she breathed as she continued to knead her heavy breasts, with her eyes now firmly fixed on my crotch. "Yes," I blurted and reached out to run my hands over her delicious skin and traced the blue veins that coursed throughout, pausing to tease her nipples into a fully erect state. "Well," she asked, "when does the procedure commence?" "Yes, of course," I responded and quickly undid my pants to allow my aching knob to burst free. She gasped as she saw my cock coming bouncing out of my shorts. My cock is not a monster like the guys in the pornos are blessed with, but I take pride in the fact that a woman will never gag to death when sucking it. I inched up to her heaving chest and began rubbing the precome which was dribbling from my cock around her nipples. Her eyes never left my throbbing member. I indulged in a few slow strokes which forced more to dribble forth and then continued to rub my cock all over her beautifully lubricated breasts. "You can assist now," I forcefully suggested and stood with my arms by my side as she took my rampant member in my hand and slowly and deliberately forced her fist up and down. She looked up into my eyes as I moaned with the pleasure of what was amazingly unfolding in front of me. I reached down and brought her breasts together and pushed my oozing cock forward into the moist cleft between the two. She got the message and quickly replaced my hands with her own, allowing me to rub my cock with more urgency between her lovely breasts. As I fucked her tits, she looked up into my eyes and urged me on. "Come on Doctor," she teased, "let's have your liquid treatment!" With that, I shot a long line of come between her breasts that travelled up to her neck and immediately began dripping down again. I aimed my second jet at her left breast, the third at her right before trailing the final spray at random points of her chest. "Wow," she said, "that looked amazing. I've never seen a man come up close before. That was very erotic!" I was flushed with my orgasm and did not speak as I used my cock to rub my come into every inch of her lovely breasts. After a good five minutes of cock-massaging her tits, I told her to continue with her hands. "Mmmm," she cooed; "your come is amazingly smooth and creamy ... and it also smells nice!" I found this statement odd coming from my supposedly naïve neighbour and wondered which of us had been used. I quickly dismissed the thought and revelled in the sight of her gently rubbing my cream into her voluptuous breasts. "So Doctor," she again teased. "How often should this procedure be repeated?" "As your treating physician, I recommend daily application," I cheekily responded as I dreamily fantasised about also endorsing the value of regular facial treatments with my new willing patient. She Lived Next Door I stood at my bedroom window, looking into the backyard of the house next door. Lynn Dawson was lying in the sun, on a chaise lounge, wearing a yellow bikini. The bikini was not extremely small but on Lynn's perfect body, it did not have to be. She was about five feet, eight inches tall and had thick, wavy, shoulder length blond hair which she usually wore tied back in pony tail. Her face was stunningly beautiful, even without make-up. She had large, bluish green eyes over high, prominent cheek bones, a small, narrow nose and a wide mouth with thin, sensual lips. Lynn's breasts were large, full, firm and heavy. She had a slim waist, flared hips and a heart shaped ass. Her legs were long and sleekly muscled. Even her feet were pretty. We had been living next door to each for more than five years. Though I was only thirteen the first time I saw her, I instantly fell in love. As I got older, my desire for her grew. She was, and had been since the day she moved next door, my favorite fantasy. The problem was that Lynn was twenty years older than I, and married. At least, she had been married. Her husband moved out six months ago. They had no kids so it was just Lynn living next door. Even though she was now single, I held no thoughts of anything happening between us. Though my desire for her was intense, I could not imagine any reason she would want me, a know nothing kid, twenty years younger than she. Except for being her next door neighbor's son, I doubted she knew I was alive. In high school, I was kind of a geek. I was good looking enough, I thought. I knew I wasn't ugly. I didn't play sports but I had a decent build. I liked to read and work on computers. I was one of the "smart" kids and I had several advanced classes. I had friends but I wasn't popular. I had a few dates but, except for feeling a girl's tits through her blouse, nothing ever happened. As I watched Lynn, staring at her supine form, I became aware of my erection. Without looking away, I unzipped my jeans, pulled out my prick and jerked off as I tried to imagine Lynn naked, dreamed about making love to her. I never expected that dream to come true. It was ten days before I left home for the university. I was looking forward to college, being away from home and my parents, meeting other kids with my interests and most importantly, a chance to finally get laid. My mother had borrowed a pearl necklace from Lynn to wear to a party. That morning, after breakfast, she asked me to return it for her. I was nervous, almost scarred, as I rang Lynn's doorbell. When she opened the door, I almost fainted. Her hair hung loosely around her shoulders. She was wearing a half open robe, tied at her slim waist. The silky material clung to her magnificent, braless breasts and showed the bumps of her hard nipples. The flowered robe was short, short enough to expose the full length of her perfectly shaped legs. Her feet were bare and her toenails, like her fingernails, were bright red. I gave her the necklace. "My mother says thank you very much." "I hope she enjoyed wearing it," Lynn said, "Come in." The invitation surprised me. "Oh, uh...that is..." I stammered, trying to tear my eyes away from the bulging flesh of her breasts and the deep, dark cleavage between them.. "I can't. I have to..." "Please," Lynn said, "I could use your help with something." As I stepped into Lynn's house, I felt as though something bad was going to happen. I could not have been more wrong. "Come upstairs with me," Lynn said. I was nervous, confused, a little scared and very turned on. As I followed Lynn up the stairs, watching the movement of her hips and ass under the silky robe, I was so hard I thought I would cumin my pants.. She led me down the hall and into a bedroom. Her bedroom. The room smelled faintly of flowers. The floor was covered by a purple shag carpet. A chest of drawers stood against one wall, a dresser and mirror on another. Curtained windows took up the third wall and the fourth wall was dominated by a king sized bed with a bookcase headboard, covered by a gold colored spread. There was a nightstand on either side of the bed. I wanted to tell her how much I liked the room but my mouth and throat were dry. Lynn turned and stood directly in front of me, the tips of her breasts just inches from my chest. "Would you like to kiss me?" she asked. My heart was pounding wildly. I wanted to say yes but I could not speak. I could hardly breathe. Lynn put her arms around my neck and gently pulled my head down. I felt her lips, soft and smooth, press against mine, her firm breasts push against on my chest. Her tongue slipped between my lips and into my mouth. I felt light headed and shaky. My knees felt ready to buckle. Lynn's tongue explored my mouth and her body pressed against me. Slowly, without thought, I put my hands on Lynn's hips then slid them back onto her meaty ass cheeks. I cupped her firm, tight ass and pulled her hips tighter against me as I plunged my tongue into her mouth. Without speaking, Lynn pulled back and unbuttoned my shirt. She removed it then pulled my undershirt up and off. "Take your shoes off," Lynn said as she worked at opening my jeans. I toe to heeled my shoes off as Lynn pushed my pants down below my hips. "I'm going to go in the bathroom,' she told me, "When I come back I'll be naked. I hope you are, too." She went into the bathroom and I got my pants and briefs and socks off. I sat down on the bed totally naked. My entire body trembled and tingled and my cock was so hard it hurt. As promised, Lynn came out of the bathroom, naked. She stopped halfway between the doorway and the bed and asked, "Have you ever seen a naked woman before?" "Only in pictures," I admitted. "How do you like the real thing?" Lynn asked as she slowly turned, letting me look freely at her naked body. She may have been almost forty but she was more beautiful, and sexier, than most women half her age. "You're beautiful," I told her. "Thanks," she said, moving towards the bed, "So are you." She sat down on the edge of the mattress, facing me. She put her hand on my cock, sending a jolt to my stomach, and closed her fist around the shaft. "Sometimes, when a young man has sex for the first time," Lynn said, "he experiences an orgasm before he or the woman wants him to." As she spoke, she got on her knees in front of me and was now kneeling between my legs, playing with my cock and balls.. "So I'm going to do something to make sure you don't cum too soon." She leaned forward, lowered her head and my cock disappeared into my mouth. "Uuuhhh, GOD!" I groaned as the wet warmth of her mouth engulfed me. Ecstasy enveloped me as Lynn licked and kissed and sucked every square centimeter of my cock and balls. Her mouth moved up and down the shaft as though it was a hand masturbating me. "I'm gonna cum!" I warned her, "I'M CUMMING, LYNN. OOOHHH, GOD! I'M GONNA CUM!" Her mouth sucked harder, her lips moved faster, taking more and more of my throbbing shaft into her hot, wet mouth. I almost screamed when my cum exploded into her, shooting stream after stream of hot semen down her throat. Both of us gasped and groaned as cum poured out of my penis, flowing down her throat and drooling off her chin. When Lynn raised her head, she was smiling. Her lips, and the skin around her lips was wet and shiny with saliva and sperm. "You cum a lot," she told me, "and it tastes yummy, too." "That was fantastic," I told her, unable to keep from chuckling. "Now, I want you to do something for me." Lynn said. "Yes," I agreed, "Anything." Sitting back on her heels, Lynn pulled a washcloth off the nightstand and wiped her mouth. "You've never seen a woman's pussy, have you." There were drops and streaks of my cum on Lynn's breasts but she did not seem to mind. "No," I admitted. "Lets change places," Lynn said, "and I'll show you mine." As I knelt at Lynn's feet, she slid her rump to the very edge of the mattress and slowly spread her legs far apart. She placed her hands between her widely separated thighs and said, "This is my pussy." I stared at thick lips as Lynn moved them apart, exposing the glistening, pink, inner flesh. Pointing and touching herself as she spoke, Lynn continued, "This is my clitoris---or clit--- and these are the labia--- or inner lips. And down between my thighs is my vagina, the opening that your cock goes into." She took my hand and said, "Put your fingertip on my clit," and moaned softly when I did. "Rub it in little circles ---oh, yeah, good---now rub the inner lips but keep rubbing my clit, too." She was breathing heavier and her words were starting to slur. "Push two fingers into my opening---as deep as you can. Ooohhh, that feels so good. Keep doing that, all of it, my clit, the inner lips, the opening." She leaned back on her elbows. " Use your other hand, too." Lynn was gasping and squealing as I played with her pussy. "You do that very well," Lynn said as she lay back on the bed, "Only now, do it with your mouth and tongue." She reached out and with her hands on the sides of my head, held my face to her pussy. Her hips twisted and bucked as I kissed and licked, sucked and probed her hot pussy and dripping wet vagina. "That's so good," she moaned, "SO FUCKING GOOD!" She slowly sat up and moved my face away from her pussy. She raised my head from between her thighs and pressed her lips against mine. Her tongue slipped between my lips and I pushed my tongue into her mouth. As we kissed, I raised my hands to the firm, heavy globes that hung on her chest. I could feel her nipples, hard and hot, against my palms. She pulled her head back slightly and asked, "Are you ready to fuck me?" She lay on her back, in the center of the bed, as I positioned myself on top of her. With my hips above her's, she raised her knees, drawing them back almost to her shoulders. Then she reached down, gripped my cock and guided it into her passage. The sensation of being inside her, of being surrounded, squeezed by the hot, wet, slick walls of her channel was the most wonderful experience of my life. It was better than I thought it would be, better than I thought it could be. I began pumping my hips slowly. It was like being stroked and sucked at the same time. I began moving my hips faster, fucking Lynn harder. It felt so good it almost hurt. When I finally came, it seemed that I could feel the juice that poured into her belly coming out of my thighs When it finally ended, I could barely breathe. I felt drained but satisfied, totally relaxed, alive and happy. I slipped off of her and lay on my back, trying to catch my breadth. Suddenly, I had a not so pleasant thought. "Oh, shit!" I cursed, "I hate to say this but I really have to go." "Go? Why?" "What do I tell my mother when she asks where I've been?" I wanted to know. "She won't ask," Lynn told me, "She knows exactly where you are." "How does she know?" I asked. "She sent you here so that I could make sure you didn't go off to college a virgin." I was surprised, shocked. I had no idea that my mother even thought about sex. Especially where I was concerned. The next four hours were...well---that's another story.