Sins Of The Ancestor: Part 5 free porn video

Wow, been a while eh? This took a lot longer than I expected and, of course, is shorter. I guess I should probably recap for any older readers. I'm Katya, a blond hottie that was once Erik, a male blond hottie. For some fucked up reason, my 21st birthday came with a magic curse that turned my XY into an XX. Weird, eh? Well strap in, we're just started. The same thing happened to my birth mother, but she can't help me on account of being dead for some fifteen plus years now. The woman that raised me, Sarjita (I call her Sara or mum, Sarjita was too much for me to enunciate as a kid) knew it was coming but fucked up and got the timings wrong. After some antics, mum got me home, I changed and was promptly fucked by my childhood friend, Jenny. I, uh, kind of messed up my friendship with Jenny years ago when she came out. I may have been slightly homophobic... Anyways, after that I slept for far too long. Woke up, inspected myself in the bathroom (same hair, same height, B cup, definitely got a cunt and lost my cock) then had a shower. In said shower, I made a choice to figure out who the fuck I am now and who, exactly, I fancy. Thanks to Jenny, I knew I still liked women, so I had a wank fantasizing about one of Erik's house mates. Then I kind of stole Sara's car, drove to my Uni house and fucked both that house mate and the other one. At the same time. Guess I'm now a slut, not a player. Whatever. Still, that happened. I napped some more then drove to Jenny's. Found out she has some sort of goddess for a girlfriend and that they were into some heavy bondage. Ran away from that crazy ass situation and got carded in a few places. I finally found myself in a gay bar, had a bizarre heart to heart with Jenny's girlfriend, Bethan, and ended up going home with the barmaid. Which gets you, more or less, up to date. * I could feel a nipple, pointed and pressing into my palm as the low throb of my hangover woke me. I grimaced, keeping my eyes shut as I categorized this particular morning after. Dry mouth? Check. Pressure behind the eyes? Check. Aching muscles? Eh, not especially. Naked chick I could try to get another round in with? Heh. Check. I drew my hand back slowly, tracing her nipple across my palm and down the length of my finger as I thought back over the previous night. We had snogged at her front door, my body trapping her against the white plastic door. I smirked as I recalled how, our tongues dueling, I had groped at her body and tried to distract her while she sorted and then snared out her keys. Susan had laughed out a "Gerroff!" when she turned to unlock the door, I had busied myself by giving her a hickey. We had stumbled through her flat (fine, I was doing most of the stumbling), kicking off shoes and shedding our tops before I grabbed her and we tumbled into her unmade bed. More specifically, I pulled her down on top of me as we fell into the bed and she landed with her right hip right on my bladder. There were squeals, a desperate plea and mad dash to relieve myself, followed by more laughter from us both. It felt good, as did the fumbling mutual fingering that followed. We buried ourselves in the warmth of her duvet before shucking off the rest of our clothes. I remembered my mock frustration with the duvet as I grabbed for her hips, flapping it unnecessarily to get her laughing more before- "Mmmm." I had been tracing patterns over Susan's areola and flicking her nipple gently as I reminisced. She was rousing and rolled towards me, pushing her small handful into a better grasp. "Good morning to you too. What time is it?" She rolled her eyes at my shrug and twisted away from me, the covers falling off her torso as she reached for her phone. I pushed myself up on one elbow to admire the view. Okay, I know on first impressions I rated Susan as a high five but that was in her uniform. Okay, I admit that she was still that too-pale shade of ginger that left her looking vaguely shocked most of the time and, yes, her tits couldn't fill a saucer but fuck me her body was fit. I mean that both literally, as I could watch the muscles shift and move beneath her skin, and sexually because, damn, that body was hawt. "It's nine-twenty, if you were curious." She was smirking at my appreciation, so I shot back with the old wink-and-half-smile as I placed a fingertip on her solar plexus. My gaze dropped as I trailed my finger down her belly, pulling the duvet with it. Susan obliged my curiosity and tensed, her pale abs suddenly standing to attention. I heard my soft moan of appreciation as I bent closer and planted a kiss onto her toned body. "Dancer?" I kept my voice low and deliberately throaty, slowing my finger as I kissed the highest of the abdominals on her right side. "Ballet." I could hear Susan's amusement in her tone. "Professional?" Her stomach rippled with barely held laughter as I continually planted kisses on to her abdomen. "Not any more. Knee injury." My mouth's journey complete, I pulled the duvet from her sex. Her crotch was covered in a pair of boy-shorts, apparently I was the only completely naked person - woman, even - in this bed. Well, I could soon change that. I twisted my body, my arse now closer to the headboard than the foot of the bed, and slipped my hands down her hips, inside the fabric. "And what do you think you're doing? Some of us have jobs to get to." It was my turn to smirk now, glancing back over one shoulder. "Tsk, you tend a gay bar and can't even tell when a hottie is going down on you?" She arched a brow and made a meal out of checking her phone. At least, I think she did. Damn things are so pale it's hard to tell. "Well, I suppose I could spare twenty minutes to indulge you." She waved a hand at me. "Carry on." I snorted and pushed her underwear down to mid-shin. Doing so allowed me to not-so-subtly knee-walk closer to her head. Susan's legs were glorious, toned for miles and I thoroughly enjoyed brushing my lips up them as I drew back. There, as my drunken recollections had told me, lay her shaved pussy in all it's glory. Now, if you're reading this then I'm going to assume you've read everything else I've written and that you have certain opinions about me. Some of those I might agree with, other's I'd probably tell you to shove somewhere. One thing you really should have realised about me by now, though, is that I'm far from a novice in the sack. So when presented with Susan's pussy I did not dive in like some virgin, eager to get his tongue on a clit with the misguided notion that was all he needed to touch to bring his lady to O-town. No, I teased her to begin with long strokes of my hands over her quads before sliding them round, under her thighs and nuzzling kisses working my way towards her snatch. I felt somewhat bemused as I pursed my lips for another soft brush against her. Whenever I'd done this before, I would feel my cock harden and be working the girl in question up ready for me to fuck her with it. Now, though, I guess my ultimate goal is just her pleasure. I turned my chuckle into a blow of air over her slit at the thought of how damn altruistic I was, bringing an echoing chuckle from Susan. "Fine, we can do this." My grin was concealed by gently sucking her left labia into my lips. Well, her right labia but it was left as I looked... you get the picture. I felt her hand on my leg, pulling it towards her. "But, I do have work soon so lets kill two birds with one stone, eh?" Like I was going to argue with that, I glanced under my body (yup, seeing my tits hang into view is fucking weird) and shifted my leg over her head. I did my best to ignore her hands as she took hold of my waist and pulled on my hips, focusing on the motion of my tongue as I opened up her cunt and swirled about her entrance. We began an unspoken race, the goal was the other's climax. I pushed my tongue inside her as she dove straight for my clit, working against all the instincts my sexual history had taught me. I gasped, my head jerking back reflexively as lightning blasted out of my cunt. "What the fff..." Her tongue was relentless, thrashing out a staccato rhythm on me as I forced myself to both ignore it and mimic her efforts right back to her. I worked my tongue over the tiny erection poking out of her hood but knew that my body was betraying me. Susan lapped at me with a demanding pattern of swishes and swirls, her skill at playing my body throwing my own attempts into disarray. I felt a tremor in my left leg, my lungs breathless as I tried to ignore her efforts. It was useless. My head jerked back, hands clenching tightly onto her as my orgasm howled out of me. Literally. Fucking. Howled. Some small, Erik-shaped part of me surged with jealousy. He had never made a woman howl like I was now. This cum lacked the pent-up-yet-exhausted tension of fucking Jenny or the exploratory, holy-crap-I'm-taking-cocks of Dan and Joe. It was pure, catch-free sex and fuck it was fun. I came to my senses shuddering over her. I had pushed myself up, chin wet with Susan's juice, and was grounding my cunt into her face like I could suck her head inside me. Now there's a thought to make a girl wince. And there's a thought I never dreamed I could have. If you want to hear my next efforts then prepare for disappointment. I was dazed by cumming and Susan was short on time. I gave her some distracted head but she nudged me away and set about getting ready for work. I, at least, had sense enough to steal some deodorant and slid into yesterdays clothes. Susan glanced at me, her black blouse and trousers giving her a severe look as she brushed her ginger locks. "Breakfast?" My stomach roiled at the thought of food - I guess Katya wasn't a drinker then - and Susan must have read that from my expression. She laughed "Guess not. Coffee?" "Oh god, yes." "Your wish," she flourished a ballerina's bow to me, the brush trailing a swirl through the air, "is my command." It was Nescaf?, if you're curious. Nothing fancy, not like Sara's tea selection, but still heaven in a cup to me. I propped my arse against her counter while Susan ate her berry and yogurt breakfast. "So. What's your plan?" She gave me a look of open curiosity. I blew out a long slow breath. Fuuuuuuuck. A plan? Last thought I had resembling that was to go to Jenny's and, well, fucked that one up a little, didn't I? "I'm not sure I have one. Distract myself with you some more was about the limit. For the rest?" I shrugged, at a genuine loss for what to do next. Somehow I doubted Susan would let me chill here. Besides, I wanted some fresh clothes and a toothbrush to scour away last night's booze. "Alright." Susan's voice slipped into her calm, bartender tones. The one that aimed for being reasonable when the audience may not be as amenable to the idea, "then my next question is what do you want from me?" "Huh?" She smiled, tilting her head as she gave me a moment before continuing. "Well, do you want advice or a distraction? I can only imagine what this all has done to fuck you up but I am gay you know. Coming out to my family wasn't easy, I drove myself nearly nuts before hand and I think the situation might be close enough that I can help. Of course, if you just want a distraction..." she moved her right leg and traced her finger up her thigh. Yeah, yeah, I had just been fingering her cunt moments ago but still I was riveted as the fabric dimpled under her touch. "God, Katya, you really are a guy, so easy to distract." "It's a decency thing." Susan cocked her head in curiosity. "See, us guys only want one thing, that way you know where you stand with us. We have the decency to be predictable. Err, they do, I mean." "That's shallow as hell. You realise that right?" "Yup. Who cares? It worked plenty for me." "Can't argue with that then. So, what's it to be?" As if there was a choice. Get proactive and start sorting my life out or have meaningless sex with a, well, frankly a six but a helluva good fuck-of-a-six. I wanted to feel her small breasts pressing at my chest, those nipples boring into m skin, that tight body writhing against me, those soft lips- "What would you do?" For fuck's sake, why'd I go and say that? I swear, Brain, you and me are going to have a proper fucking fight soon. By the smile on her face, I guess that my whole thought process had played out for Susan's entertainment. Fuck, fuck and fuck again. "You start by doing what any woman does when she's at a loss." Her shoulders bobbed once in a shrug, "you talk to your mum. Trust me, all mum's know far more than we ever credit them with. She'll surprise you. She can help you." Damn. Sara. Part of me wanted to rage against her. She had lied to me for. Fucking. Years. She hid secrets about my mum and what would happen to me. Fuck it, for that matter I was still pissed that she had such a friendship going on with Jenny. But, she was my mum. The woman that had raised me after my real mum (dad? Fuck this is still confusing) had died. She had hugged me when grief had me howling, held me when I skinned my knee and I cried like a little bitch. She had always been there for me. Fuck, she was still there for me, calling my mobile when she realised what was going to happen. "Kat." Susan's voice was soft as she had, once more, watched my thoughts play out. "You need your mum. Got to her." * Getting back to the Cactus wasn't going to be a problem, I could find my way to Jenny's street simple enough and that thing is so ugly that it stands out like a fox in a hen house. There was one issue, though. Well, two issues really. Jenny and Bethan. I'm not sure I wanted to see either of them right now and I've no idea what I'd say to Jenny after last night so, like a true hero, I took the only brave route and had the Uber drop me at the far side of her street. "Cheers, pal." I slipped from the smelly driver's car, glancing down the road to Sara's car. I could swear that I could see something through the window. I was straining on my tiptoes, wanting a better view before I got near, when my phone rang. "Yeah?" I said, pressing it to my ear without thinking. "Err, who is this? And why the fuck do you have Erik's phone?" Shitshitfuckcuntbollocks! I tore the phone from my ear and stared at the screen. It was Joe, my flatmate and, as of yesterday, fuck-buddy. And he wasn't phoning for Katya-me. He wanted Erik-me. You and me both, brother. "What do you mean, who the fuck am I? Who the fuck are you and why are you swearing down my cousins phone at me." There. If in doubt, be aggressive. At least I hadn't lost those instincts. "Cousin? That Katya? Why have you pinched Erik's phone?" I quick-stepped down the street, wanting to draw level with the Cactus before crossing to it (and the side of the street Jenny lived). Why the fuck had I answered without checking first? "It's not pinching. I needed a phone, Erik gave me his." "No, now I know you're talking crap. There's no way Erik gives up his phone. It's his lifeline to sex-" I smirked. He wasn't wrong "-and I call bull on you being his cousin too. But, on the off chance you are, tell Erik 'hi' and that I'll be there in 40. Bros before Ho's." He hung up. "Fuck!" I swore at the blank screen. Joe, my house mate and the guy I'd blown so well my throat still felt uncomfortable, had left Leeds and was on his way to Sara's house. He was going to check in on and sort me out. Only the me he was expected had vanished in a poof of lesbian fucking. Why the hell would he do such a thing? "Fuck-fuck-fuuuuuck." I may have sworn louder than intended as I grabbed the keys from my pocket and ran the rest of the distance to Sara's car, beeping the doors open as I did. I had to get home ASAP and block him off. Better yet, if I could catch him bef- "Morning!" I was closing my door as Jenny yanked open the passenger side, a book tucked under her arm and folding stool in her hand. What the serious fuck, had she sat there waiting for me all morning? I stared at her, my brain stalling at her sudden appearance. The gothic bitch just grinned back at me. "What? I know you, dickwad, and knew you'd try to dodge me. There's no effin' way I was going to let that go, so," she waggled her eyebrows as she tucked the stool into a compartment of the door, "I decided to park my butt here and wait for you." "Very fucking funny, now get the hell out of here, I've got to go sort some shit out." Did she listen? Nope, her seat belt clicked as she locked it into place and looked at me expectantly. "I said fuck off, I've gotta-" "Oh, I heard you," Jenny's smile was patient and infuriating as hell, "I'm just ignoring that. I'm here, and we can either sort this out together, or you can have a hissy fit in the car and then we'll sort it out." I ground my teeth in frustration. I didn't want her here, didn't want her 'help' in my life. But she was as stubborn as a mule and her grin told me she damn well knew that she'd won this argument. "Fine!" It took two attempts to fasten my own seat belt as my anger stole away my aim. "You can come with, but I don't need and I sure as hell don't want your help." Her grunted response was filled with amusement as I pulled away. Cow. I reckoned it was roughly a half hour's drive from mum's to Jenny's place and Joe had said he'd get there in forty minutes. It'd be close, but I reckoned we could get there first. Maybe even head him off and... what? Dammit, what the hell would it take to get him to drop this? It's not like I could drop to my knees and distract him in the street. Or, worse, in front of S- "Red light!" I slammed on the brakes at Jenny's warning, stopping just in time to be legal. Barely. Jenny's relieved sigh made me glance at her. A glance she met with a raised brow. "Damn, Katya, what's gotten your knickers in a twist?" I tore my gaze away, jaw clenched as I mentally vowed not to share a damn th- "My fucking house-mate is coming to check on me." One day, just maybe, my gob will listen to my brain. Today, it appeared, was not this day. "And by your house-mate, you mean..?" Fuck it. Apparently I was sharing, in for a penny as it were. "Erik's, duh." I grabbed at my left tit for a moment before the light changed. "Ain't had these long enough to get any for the new me." Jenny chuckled at my demonstration. "You know, just because you have boobs doesn't mean you have to grab them. The rest of us don't. Though, I guess it was less of a shock for the rest of us to grow a pair." I couldn't help but snort at the phrase. Judging by the grin I could see out of the corner of my eye, the double meaning was not lost on her either. "Nice." "I rather thought so. Anyway, this house mate. Talk to me, let's see what we can figure out." The patient tone to her voice grated on my nerves. I shoved that aside, if she was going to forcibly come along she might as well earn her keep. "What do you want to know? It's Joe. Me, Joe and Dan used to hit the town every week looking to pull. He's a little taller than me, about seven and a half, maybe eight inches, got a runners body not matter how-" "Woah woah woah. Seven and a... just what exactly did you guys do on the weekends?" It was petty and small of me to throw that detail in and, fuck, did it feel good to get one over her today. "I told you," I felt my lips curling in amusement. "We went on the pull. Friday night and Saturday night unless it was exam season. We went, we pulled, we moved on." "Oh yeah right, every Friday and Saturday you each pulled some random woman and shagged her. That's a bit full of yourself, even for you." Forget lips curling, I had a full shit-eating-grin going on now. "I never said random. And no, we didn't all always pull a new chick both nights, every week. We had some fuck buddies and, hell, some nights the pickings were so slim I'd rather not fuck at all than fuck what was there." "Right," she clearly thought I was exaggerating but, honestly, I wasn't. Not really. The truth of it was that Joe, Dan and I each held a different appeal to our partners. I was blond, they were dark haired. I had been toned to fuck with washboard abs. Joe? He had the build of a runner, thin but dense with muscle. And Dan, well, he'd made the most of being four inches the right side of six foot (thank you genetics, I'm not bitter) with biceps that were probably as big as my thigh. We'd dance and kept our eyes pealed for opportunities to either pull or be wingman to another. It had worked and, if I do say so myself, I'd an impressive number of notches on my belt. "Still," Jenny continued doggedly, "that doesn't explain how you can give me a measurement of his dick. Oooh, let me guess. Some Friday or Saturday night the two of you had to settle for each other rather than stick your dick in some poor woman?" "Ha! Nice one. So wrong. What day is it? Tuesday? Fine, it was a Monday when I learned that detail." I swear I could hear Jenny thinking in her brief pause. "What do you mean, what day is it? Do you... did you fuck him yesterday?!" Her voice dropped to a harsh whisper as logic told her the truth. I dazzled her with my pearly whites. "Joe? Nah, I've never fucked him." "Oh, but you said-" "It was Dan I fucked yesterday. Joe I had down my throat." I smacked my lips together noisily, making meal of the moment. "Yum." "I... you..." Her confusion was hilarious. "No no, I definitely do not remember you being there. Dan was in my cunt, Joe was down my throat. There was definitely not a lesbian sucking on my tits." "Erik!" "Katya." "What-the-fuck-ever! I can't believe you went and fucked two guys. Did you not even think about what you were doing? You barely know how to walk with those hips and..." You may have noticed, dear reader, that I occasionally have slips in my temper and end up doing things that are, well, not the most sensible of ideas. That's why I'm pretty damn proud that, as Jenny continued her tirade against me daring to choose to fuck, that I pulled over and turned off the car before dealing with her. What? Okay, fine. I bounced the car up onto the pavement, slammed on the handbrake and promptly stalled the car when I forgot to take it out of gear. Still, we were out of the way and sort-of legally parked. I count that as a win. I twisted in my seat so I could jab my finger at her with each point. "You fucking shut up right now. I fucked them. Yeah, you know why? Because I fucking chose to. I -wanted- them, wanted to discover just what this new fucking me likes so I chose to fuck Dan and suck Joe like they were my fucking bookends. Just like I chose, sorta, to get finger- banged by three lesbos' in the pub and just like I chose to spend the night fucking Susan." Jenny's cheeks were flaming, she opened her mouth to retort but I bulldozed my way on. "You know what I didn't fucking choose? THIS!" I jabbed my finger into my chest. "I loved being a guy, I loved my life! I wanted a birthday of booze and getting pussy, not fucking growing one! I didn't choose to fuck up my life. I didn't choose for my mum to die, I didn't choose to fucking swap bodies, I didn't choose-" my mind jerked away from the baby I was apparently now growing, latching onto the first thought I could find, "didn't choose to fuck you!" Jenny told me later that it hit her hard when I said that. She always was an ardent feminist and, through Bethan, had learned a lot about permission and consent in their BDSM explorations. The hard truth for her to swallow was that I was unable to think clearly after my change, between the massive physical changes, the fatigue and the lack of any warning or time to mentally prepare. I didn't notice any of that, I was too caught up in finishing my tirade with the most pressing thought I had at the time. "And why the fucking am I crying?!" And I was. For the second time in as many days, my eyes streamed tears as my chest heaved with sobs. I hugged myself as I fell back in the chair. Everything that had poured out was true and I hated it. Hated that it was true and hated how weak it made me feel, that these tears just wouldn't fucking stop. I flinched as I felt Jenny's hand touch my shoulder. Now I hated that I wanted to lean into it. "You're crying, Katya, because you are new and raw and confused and in pain. You're crying because the friend you needed was a complete cunt and just took what she wanted from this. I'm sorry. I'm going to do better than that. Now, get out of the car." I blinked at her, perplexed by the sudden change of topic. "You need to get home and there's no way you are fit to drive right now." I spent the rest of the drive curled up in the passenger seat, sniveling wetly and hating myself for it. Jenny tried talking to me but I ignored her attempts and the last few minutes passed in silence. Jenny turned the car onto mum's drive and I saw instantly that we were too late. Joe stood on the doorstep and had clearly been talking to mum before we arrived. I didn't have the energy and that made the choice for me. "I guess that's Joe, huh? What do y- Kat?" I left her in the car, asking her questions to my back and trudged towards the house. Joe and my adoptive mother watched me, both perturbed by my state. They began to speak, I spoke over them. "Mum, I'm home," Joe glanced at Sara in bewilderment, "I'm sorry I took the car. I... I panicked... and..." I just shook my head, unable to verbalize my thoughts. I turned to my house mate instead. "Joe, it's me. Erik. Don't ask, I have no fucking clue how it happened, but I'm a chick now and apparently gonna stay this way. Now 'scuse me." One advantage of both the weight loss and the gender swap? That would be me slipping past the pair of them to enter my home again. I could hear Joe start to splutter in response to that little bombshell and Sara's reasoned tones answering him. Whatever. I headed to the kitchen, my goal solidly fixed in my mind. It took less than two minutes for Sara and Jenny to find me in the kitchen. I mean, it wasn't hard, I was sat at the table after all. Jenny took one look at the feast before me - Cherry Garcia ice cream and a bottle of Sara's best vodka - and reacted immediately, starting towards. "Katya! You can't-" Sara's grip of her elbow both stayed her course and made her blink at my mum with shock. "Let her be, Jennifer." "But she's-" "-ultimately innocent in everything that happened to her. Let her make her choices." Sara gave me a most familiar look, one that both gave comfort and shared sadness. One she had mastered in the wake of mum's accident. Jenny's final attempt snapped Sara's focus back to her as she speared my friend her patented with steel gaze. I frowned at the ceiling as I dug into the ice cream. Throughout the exchange I'd heard footsteps from above us. If I'd tracked them right over the argument, then Joe had checked every room for 'me'. A glance at Sara had her confirm my thoughts with a nod. "Jennifer, would you take a seat please?" Sara had a habit of making these requests in a way that could not be refused and had already begun moving about the kitchen. As Jenny sat, I saw mum move methodically about, gathering three bowls from the cupboard before getting three spoons from the drawer. I encircled my ice cream protectively with one arm, earning a faint smile from her as she moved to the freezer. Feet thundered down the stairs and we each looked expectantly to the doorway where, a moment later, Joe appeared. "Okay, enough of the games. Where is he?" I waved the spoon at him, Sara gestured towards me and Jenny, snorting, jerked a thumb in my direction. "Bullshit. Where is my mate. Where is Erik?" I swallowed my mouthful, sighed, and drew on that classic trope for this situation: knowledge. "Three weeks ago, you pulled a ginger chick. Pretty old, maybe twenty-seven, and she only let you fuck her up the arse. You decided that wasn't for you afterwards." Both Jenny and mum were staring at me. I shrugged and went back to my ice cream. "But... how... what..." "Joe, please, join us at the table." Mum had fetched out another tub of ice cream. She really was prepared. "Everything we had said is true. I'm sure you have more questions, I believe Jenny and Katya also have questions for me. "And I think, perhaps, you would all be served by hearing about when the man I loved, Malcolm Sandisson, turned twenty one and became Sigrun Sandisson. When he became Erik's mother." * Well, here it finally is and it's been a long time coming. Writer's block struck me, followed by several drafts where the second half left me lacking. I'm writing this in no small part for fun, so if the story is lacking then I'm not invested and it feels diminished. These drafts took time, then real life struck and we finally ended up here. As ever, I would dearly appreciate all praise and any constructive criticism. At least one person has criticized my grammar/spelling. Please, point out where I have gone wrong! There's only so many times I can check a document before I'm blind to my mistakes (and that number isn't high). Two things before I go. First, to Jim K I want to offer a truly sincere thank you. Your help was on previous drafts but it did help me get to this place :) Secondly, I really do love feedback and welcome any that is offered constructively. If you'd rather your words be read only by myself, then click on my username and you can then message thoughts to me. Thank you for reading!