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		<title>BRING CHERYL</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[Tommy knew he was taking an awful chance, but if he was ever going to fuck Cheryl, he just had to let her watch him fuck either Miss Parsons or Miss Williams!!! If she could see how much pleasure he gave them with his big pecker, he was that then she would gladly let him [...]]]></description>
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		<title>IN NEED OF IT</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[&#8220;Oh god I&#8217;m cumming,&#8221; Jill screamed, &#8220;don&#8217;t stop now, faster, faster!!!&#8221; Josh increased the pace of his fucking, trying to drive his hard prick all the way through the hot little bitch lying beneath him. He had fucked quite a few girls in his time, but never had he met one with such a prodigious [...]]]></description>
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		<title>MISSION OF MERCY</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[&#8220;Marie,&#8221; called Mr. Horton on his secretary&#8217;s intercom, &#8220;please come in here and bring your pad.&#8221; Marie quickly got to her feet and entered her boss&#8217;s office, bringing along her dictation pad as he had requested. The chances of her having to do any dictation were slim and none, but it looked good to anyone [...]]]></description>
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		<title>THE EX</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[Ben had never been so happy in his entire life! Here he was just home from his honeymoon, and ready to begin is marriage with the most beautiful and loving girl a man could ever hope for. To say his courtship of Sarah had been a whirlwind affair would be an understatement, because less that [...]]]></description>
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		<title>THE PRINCIPAL&#8217;S OFFICE</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 07 Apr 2006 14:51:36 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Miranda looked again through her back pack, &#8220;It&#8217;s just not here,&#8221; she thought, as she shuffled the notes she had taken in chemistry class that afternoon. Looking at the clock, she jumped up and headed back to school. Even though it was five thirty, she hoped that maybe Tom Hawkins, the night janitor would be [...]]]></description>
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		<title>STOP SIGN</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[Mike knew the instant he did it he was in trouble! &#8220;Dammit,&#8221; he cursed out loud, &#8220;stupid stop sign!&#8221; The spinning blue light on the police squad car told him instantly that he had just committed his third moving violation in the past twelve months! &#8220;Christ alive,&#8221; he thought, &#8220;I&#8217;m gonna lose my fucking license [...]]]></description>
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		<title>WAR VICTIM</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 22 Feb 2006 15:10:05 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[It has been almost twenty five years since Doug Mitchell came home from Viet Nam, a war he never understood, but one in which fought, because his country called. Some of the things he saw sickened him, and to this day have made a lasting impression on him. He would like to forget it all, [...]]]></description>
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		<title>ORAL DEVOTION</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[Sherri and Gloria were a little early as they returned to school from lunch and a lot of kids were still milling around the hall, just killing time until fifth period started. Sherri turned to Gloria and said, &#8220;Ya know, I&#8217;m still hungry, how about you?&#8221; Gloria looked at Sherri and saw that look in [...]]]></description>
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		<title>18 WITH A D-CUP</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[Ever since Amber could remember her tits were always bigger than anyone else in  her class, and even in 8th grade she was a solid C-cup, while now as a junior she filled  her bras out to a very full 36D.  All this big tit flesh ran in the family, as both [...]]]></description>
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		<title>ALONG THE PATH</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 24 Jan 2006 11:45:55 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[The morning was cool and crisp as I began my hike up the trail to the top of Terry  Peak, and although  it was late October, the sun was just beginning to warm the South  Dakota mountain side.  I had been looking forward to the solitude of the mountains all  [...]]]></description>
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