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		<title>Just go with the flow</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[Six shots in and she was already feeling like everything was surreal. She leaned against the wall as she watched the people on the dance floor sway and move with the beat. She giggled lightly as she watched her best &#8230; <a href="http://lushstories.adult-hardcore.net/just-go-with-the-flow/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p> Six shots in and she was already feeling like everything was surreal. She leaned against the wall as she watched the people on the dance floor sway and move with the beat. She giggled lightly as she watched her best friend dance with 2 other girls trying to attract the attention of the rather hot bartender. She wasn&#8217;t the kind who usually came to these places, but her friends had refused to take no for an answer earlier. Her view of her friends was blocked off as a pair of deep green eyes&#8230;<br />
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		<title>Help from my sister 15</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 10 Jun 2011 00:25:53 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Then I got on top of her again. I reinserted my dick into her. I stuck in there deep, but not too deep. We were both still a little out of it, but it was our wedding night. &#8220;Are you &#8230; <a href="http://lushstories.adult-hardcore.net/help-from-my-sister-15/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Then I got on top of her again. I reinserted my dick into her. I stuck in there deep, but not too deep. We were both still a little out of it, but it was our wedding night.  &#8220;Are you OK just sticking to missionary,&#8221; Judy asked.  &#8220;Yes, I think we&#8217;re both just a little tired. Tomorrow we&#8217;ll be having some fun,&#8221; I replied.  Maybe missionary was good even in our sex life, it still was a little boring considering it was our wedding night. But I was gonna make her feel good on her&#8230;<br />
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		<title>A Kind of Loving</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 08 Jun 2011 22:01:49 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[We can&#8217;t wait on the weather.&#8221; An impatient tremble in the voice, clenching her small hands, moistening her lips, she presses his arm as the Land Rover slides through the rain filled pools. &#8220;We can&#8217;t wait on the weather with &#8230; <a href="http://lushstories.adult-hardcore.net/a-kind-of-loving/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p> We can&#8217;t wait on the weather.&#8221; An impatient tremble in the voice, clenching her small hands, moistening her lips, she presses his arm as the Land Rover slides through the rain filled pools. &#8220;We can&#8217;t wait on the weather with this being the best time.&#8221; He nods, then reverses to park under the trees. A moment&#8217;s silence as they stare at each other then he jerks the driving seat back, reaches behind him for the boots and wrestles his legs, one at a time, into the tunnels. She grabs for the other&#8230;<br />
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		<title>A Night With Gillian</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 08 Jun 2011 17:34:17 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Gillian and I were lovers years ago, albeit briefly. Because of a variety of situations, we were never able to fully consumate our lust for each other, that is until last May 10, 2003. In the meantime, we did, however, &#8230; <a href="http://lushstories.adult-hardcore.net/a-night-with-gillian/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Gillian and I were lovers years ago, albeit briefly. Because of a variety of situations, we were never able to fully consumate our lust for each other, that is until last May 10, 2003. In the meantime, we did, however, remain friends. I wrote this in 2003, shortly after this happened.  As I sit here and write this, Gillian has now left my life. I look at the pictures over my desk, and one in particular stands out. In the edge of the frame, there is still the residue of a white powder, a&#8230;<br />
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		<title>Reunion</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 08 Jun 2011 01:34:33 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[I can see it&#8217;s a bit bulbous That&#8217;s how I want you Right now. It&#8217;s hard For you, being so sorry. I&#8217;m not mournful I was Such a bitch. I don&#8217;t need your apologies I don&#8217;t want you to settle I&#8217;m &#8230; <a href="http://lushstories.adult-hardcore.net/reunion/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I can see it&#8217;s a bit bulbous That&#8217;s how I want you Right now. It&#8217;s hard For you, being so sorry. I&#8217;m not mournful I was Such a bitch. I don&#8217;t need your apologies I don&#8217;t want you to settle I&#8217;m not going to hear I only&#8211; Forget regrets just Slide into me. &#8230;<br />
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		<title>Help from my sister 12</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 07 Jun 2011 10:05:37 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[The next few weeks we did some wedding planning. We picked out a church and about everything else we needed. We left out the fact that we were brother and sister and that Judy was pregnant. They both went to &#8230; <a href="http://lushstories.adult-hardcore.net/help-from-my-sister-12/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>The next few weeks we did some wedding planning. We picked out a church and about everything else we needed. We left out the fact that we were brother and sister and that Judy was pregnant. They both went to the doctor to make sure the babies were healthy. They both were good to go. Judy was due September 7th and Connie was due October 16th. A little close together and it was April at that point, so only so much time. But we didn&#8217;t let the babies get in the way of wedding planning. It was&#8230;<br />
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		<title>Massage Oil</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 07 Jun 2011 06:23:51 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Massage Oil © As Abbey stepped out of the tub, her body glistened as the water droplets ran down her body to the tile floor. Her nipples were taut with excitement from all the attention given to them earlier. The &#8230; <a href="http://lushstories.adult-hardcore.net/massage-oil/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Massage Oil ©   As Abbey stepped out of the tub, her body glistened as the water droplets ran down her body to the tile floor. Her nipples were taut with excitement from all the attention given to them earlier. The smile on her lips made her beautiful looks glow even brighter. She reached for the towel to begin her routine. She felt the water run from her long locks, down her chest, across her breasts and jump from her nipples as she leaned over to pick up the towel. The position made her&#8230;<br />
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		<title>Miranda: It Had Been a Very Long Two Years</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 07 Jun 2011 05:40:36 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[She left me two years ago for another man. To this day, I still think about how she just walked out without giving me any explanation at all. Since then, I have not seen any other women. None. That is &#8230; <a href="http://lushstories.adult-hardcore.net/miranda-it-had-been-a-very-long-two-years/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p> She left me two years ago for another man. To this day, I still think about how she just walked out without giving me any explanation at all. Since then, I have not seen any other women. None. That is because of two reasons. One, I am scared that another would do what she did to me, and two, well, I am still in love with her. You would think after two damn years I would be over it. Well, I&#8217;m not.   Every day that goes by, I still think of Miranda. I still see her long wavy dark brown&#8230;<br />
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		<title>The Inventory</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 07 Jun 2011 00:18:51 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Montpellier in August is half full and half empty. Toward the beaches, it&#8217;s full of summer visitors and tourists. But in many residential neighbors, it&#8217;s empty, since the year-round residents have taken off for summer holidays abroad or for visits &#8230; <a href="http://lushstories.adult-hardcore.net/the-inventory/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>    Montpellier in August is half full and half empty. Toward the beaches, it&#8217;s full of summer visitors and tourists. But in many residential neighbors, it&#8217;s empty, since the year-round residents have taken off for summer holidays abroad or for visits with family elsewhere in France. Arriving from the States to take up residence for a year, this was a good time to settle into my furnished sublet before my wife Jane and our two children arrived in early September. From Charles-de-Gaule&#8230;<br />
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		<title>House Party Debauchery</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 06 Jun 2011 22:46:48 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Derek and his sister were at a party last night, held by her brother and a couple other players on the high school football team. For a bunch of sixteen, seventeen and eighteen year olds, the entire property smelled, sounded &#8230; <a href="http://lushstories.adult-hardcore.net/house-party-debauchery/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Derek and his sister were at a party last night, held by her brother and a couple other players on the high school football team. For a bunch of sixteen, seventeen and eighteen year olds, the entire property smelled, sounded and looked like nothing a couple dozen teenagers could have caused. Music blared from an expensive stereo system on the ground floor and everywhere one glanced, there were teens kissing, groping and fucking to their heart&#8217;s content.   In his parents&#8217; bedroom, two&#8230;<br />
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