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	<description>Blonde gets fucked hard by her Friend</description>
	<pubDate>Thu, 17 May 2012 00:42:32 +0000</pubDate>
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		<title>Sex School Ch. 10</title>
		<link>http://www.lowcom.fr/2012/05/16/sex-school-ch-10/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 17 May 2012 00:42:32 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Leroy</dc:creator>
		
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		<description><![CDATA[Jim learns Janet's secret.

Sara and Jim were just as surprised as Mike to see Janet run away from the group in tears. She had seemed so sexually well adjusted that the coaches had not expected any problems from her. They had been more concerned that Mike would be unprepared for the open sexuality of the Institute.



"Sara, keep Mike occupied. I"ll find her and bring her back to the bungalow." Jim hurried off in the direction that Janet had taken. She had headed towards the beach, so she would not be hard to find.



"Wait, I want to..." Mike started to follow Jim, but Sara took his arm and guided him away from the area where Stuart and Elizabeth were acting out their fantasy, before any of the other students noticed. Carolyn Lewis had seen Janet run out, followed by Jim, so she joined Sara to help keep Mike calm.]]></description>
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		<title>Night Out Ch. 2</title>
		<link>http://www.lowcom.fr/2012/05/14/night-out-ch-2/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 14 May 2012 22:46:58 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Patrick</dc:creator>
		
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		<description><![CDATA[Mike shares her with a friend.

He called for me and I came running, just like I always do. Mike was the most incredible lover I'd ever had, and I was completely obsessed with him. I drove my car to where he wanted to meet me, and there he was, in the parking lot. He told me to get into his car. He gave me a kiss and then I waited as he debated what he wanted us to do. No matter what he decided, I knew that I'd enjoy it as much as I enjoyed everything we did together. It always involved very hot sex.



Suddenly he gave me an evil grin. I braced myself for what he might be brewing up. "How would you like to take a ride?" he asked me. ]]></description>
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		<title>Ms. Marca Ch. 50</title>
		<link>http://www.lowcom.fr/2012/05/12/ms-marca-ch-50/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 13 May 2012 00:25:03 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Lonnie</dc:creator>
		
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		<description><![CDATA[Party time for her &#038; the boys.

What not to do when you go visit a girl friend who has to many horny guys over. I guess I'll never learn but sometimes a girl just can't help the way men go after her and how they want to make her the center of their little world.



I had gone to send the weekend with one of my girl friends that I had modeled with. Her name was Mary and we were called M&#038;M when we were together. It was a 3-hour drive to her town and I made it before noon. It was about 11 AM when I got to her place and found her with a few of her hunk male friends who just happened to come by and a party broke out. I had just my over night bag that had a change of clothes for Saturday, shoes, underwear, make up, and my goodie bag that I carry with me on trips, my slacks and pullover top to drive back home on Sunday afternoon. Good thing I had dressed up always want to impress the men. I had on a short mine dress with a low cut front that just did cover my nipples and it had a low dip in the back and 4" heels made my ass stick out like a whore on Saturday night. ]]></description>
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		<title>The Pool Game</title>
		<link>http://www.lowcom.fr/2012/05/10/the-pool-game/</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 11 May 2012 01:18:54 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Patrick</dc:creator>
		
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		<description><![CDATA[Just one of those nights when you have to have him.

Twisting her hair round her fingers, Lisa stared openly across the room at Nathan. Memories from last nights dream sending shivers over her skin. It had seemed so real, the taste of his lips, the smell of his skin as it brushed over hers, the feel of him thrusting into her until she woke moaning in pleasure, hands covered in her own juices. 



She watched him bending over the pool table for his next shot, his jeans pulled taught over the ass that her nails dug into in her dream. Lisa had never thought of him like that, but the dream had fuelled her desires to the point of almost exploding, she had to do something, she could already feel the wetness between her legs. ]]></description>
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		<title>The Captain Ch. 1</title>
		<link>http://www.lowcom.fr/2012/05/08/the-captain-ch-1/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 08 May 2012 23:07:55 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Andy</dc:creator>
		
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		<description><![CDATA[MP Captain comes home from Iraq.

Franco Rinaldi woke up in his seat and looked out the window. He had dozed off for almost an hour, and the airplane had already started its descent. He turned towards the other passengers and met Rossi's eyes. The young corporal was grinning: "Did you sleep well, Captain? Shall I call a flight attendant and get you a cappuccino and a slice of cake or would you rather have a stiff drink, since it's almost 5 PM?"



He mouthed the words "joker" and "moron" and Rossi read his lips and shut up. Discipline was all shot to hell by then, of course. They were on a domestic civilian flight from Catania to Rome, and they were both on leave, even if they were still wearing their desert camouflage fatigues. Just two guys in a crowd of travelers. In the morning they had boarded an army transport plane from an Iraqi military airport and reached their base in Sicily before lunch.]]></description>
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		<title>The Christmas Present</title>
		<link>http://www.lowcom.fr/2012/05/08/the-christmas-present/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 08 May 2012 23:01:57 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Lonnie</dc:creator>
		
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		<description><![CDATA[Couple exchange gifts under the tree.

Christmas music was playing on the CD player. The fireplace roared brightly in the darkly lit room. The tree glowed with hundreds of lights and light reflected in a warm glow on the walls and ceiling around it. Candles added to the warm glow of the room. 



The room looked like a Christmas card to me as I entered it. "Festive and inviting" I thought. He went to a lot of work to make the room look this way. He was trying to cheer me up for the holiday and he was doing a good job of it. The presents were stacked under the tree, many of them awaiting their owners the day after Christmas at our annual holiday party. We were invited to friends for the day but I didn"t feel up to being festive and jolly and I just wanted to spend the day alone. ]]></description>
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		<title>Perform For Me</title>
		<link>http://www.lowcom.fr/2012/05/06/perform-for-me/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 06 May 2012 23:21:40 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Leroy</dc:creator>
		
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		<description><![CDATA[She puts on an erotic performance for her lover.

You, my love, come down the stairs in our small house and stop me in my tracks with one glance. You are wearing just a robe and have only one thing to say to me: "Please perform for me." Clad only in a robe, I look at you uncertainly. Here? Now? You nod and I nervously glance at the glass sliding doors behind me. But the look in your eyes is so hot that I cannot resist your quiet plea and I take a breath before starting.



First, I have to get ready. I lift my tight blue sweater over my head and toss it on the ground. Keeping steady eye contact with you, I unhook my black lace bra and let my large pear-shaped breasts hang free. It must be cold in here because my nipples are already hard as rocks. Or maybe it is the way you are staring at the dusky nipples--like all you want is to cross the small distance between us and suck them until I cry out. Just thinking about you touching me is making all my nerves catch on fire. I have to be touched--I put my palms on my breast and roughly massage them in circles. Instead of making my desire decrease, touching myself is only making the rest of my body cry out in need. I quickly unfasten my jeans and kick them on top of my sweater that is in a puddle on the carpet. Normally I would pick them up and move them away, but I can't take my hands off myself. ]]></description>
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		<title>LegzUp2Here</title>
		<link>http://www.lowcom.fr/2012/05/04/legzup2here/</link>
		<comments>http://www.lowcom.fr/2012/05/04/legzup2here/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Sat, 05 May 2012 02:38:49 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Sidney</dc:creator>
		
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		<description><![CDATA[Cyber sex partners meet for the first time.

Glancing at the door, Rob fiddled nervously with the coaster on the table then looked at his watch for the 12th time in the last five minutes. Sipping his drink he wondered again, "what if she doesn"t show?"



"She" would be Suzanne, the woman Rob had been having a torrid cyber-affair with for the last four months and the reason he found himself sitting in a quiet corner of the bar in the Charlotte Marriott, halfway across the country from his home in suburban Dallas.



He met her in a chat room, interested at first by her screen name – LegzUp2Here – Rob became even more intrigued when he realized she was a chat room rarity, a truly sexy lady with a brain. His initial contact with her was a cheap come-on line he was sure she"d heard a million times but he wanted to see what she would say. "How far up do those legs go?" he asked. He laughed out loud at the screen when he read the response, "all the way to heaven baby."]]></description>
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		<title>Jill Submits</title>
		<link>http://www.lowcom.fr/2012/05/04/jill-submits/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 05 May 2012 01:55:42 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Andy</dc:creator>
		
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		<description><![CDATA[Jill makes the most of the surprise encounter.

Jill and Roger were a bit breathless, crouching behind his car parked alongside the grass verge in the far corner of the car park. It was late evening, but high summer so that there was still a little light in the sky. As a pointless joke, they were hiding from friends they had just left in the clubhouse at the end of the evening.



Jill"s heart was knocking at her ribs with the excitement and the exercise of running across the park. She could hear John"s voice in the distance.



"Where the dickens have Roger and Jill got to? They were with us only a minute ago.]]></description>
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		<title>Two Girls, A Guy, &amp; Some Hot Sex</title>
		<link>http://www.lowcom.fr/2012/05/02/two-girls-a-guy-some-hot-sex/</link>
		<comments>http://www.lowcom.fr/2012/05/02/two-girls-a-guy-some-hot-sex/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Wed, 02 May 2012 22:26:06 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Andy</dc:creator>
		
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		<description><![CDATA[She brings home a woman for them to share.

Trevor stood in front of the mirror and closely examined his face… he didn't shave as per Beth's request, but he made sure that he was sparkling clean and smelling good, and he tightened the belt that held the terry cloth robe covering him as he walked away. 



He stepped from the warm bathroom and paced slowly across the hardwood floor of the hallway to the living room. He stepped onto the carpet and down into the recessed area in front of the fireplace, stretching out leisurely on the camel-colored sectional sofa that wrapped cozily around the room soaking up the fire's warmth as he waited excitedly for Beth's arrival. She had promised him something special since it was the start of his vacation. ]]></description>
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