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		<title>The Storm Sluts</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[I was raining and thundering like crazy outside. One of
those freak August storms. Melody had gone to bed a couple
of hours ago and Bill and I were just headed downstairs to
the guest room. I really can&#8217;t explain it but storms like
these turn me on if not into a horny little slut. All I
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		<title>Tom and Julie&#8217;s Discovery</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[I guess I should start with a little background. Tom and
Julie are siblings who grew up together with their father,
their mother had passed on when they both were young. Tom
was the older brother, 21, with boyish charm. He had blond
hair, soft blue eyes, and an ass you could die for, and if
it into a stereotype [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Dance Teacher</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[I was a sophmore at end 17 in high school and in the jazz
choir. We were putting on this cabaret type show and I was
one of 2 cabaret girls, frilly, lacy costumes, knee-high
hose, the whole deal.
As part of the show, I would go out into the crowd and sing
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		<title>Greg&#8217;s Bi-Sex Education</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[It was 11:30 pm and Letterman was just starting on a Friday
night. Marisa and I had just climbed into bed after our
evening workout and a shower. I was looking forward to a
nice slow lovemaking session. As Dave&#8217;s monolog continued
Marisa&#8217;s hand found my already semi-erect cock and was
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		<title>First Crush; First Love</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 11 Oct 2007 02:12:05 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[We had grown up together. He was one of my brothers&#8217; best friends, so he had become like a brother as well. That is until the family moved. By the time that my parents had decided that Florida was not for us, and we moved back, I had developed all the curves that guys drool [...]]]></description>
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