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			<description>&lt;p&gt;Very hot,&amp;#160; wow!&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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			<description>&lt;p&gt;:cool: hot&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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			<pubDate>Mon, 05 Oct 2020 21:33:34 +0300</pubDate>
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			<description>&lt;p&gt;Wow,&amp;#160; hot.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
			<author>mybb@mybb.ru (Bamboo)</author>
			<pubDate>Mon, 05 Oct 2020 21:29:43 +0300</pubDate>
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			<description>&lt;p&gt;Wow, wow,wow&amp;#160; :writing:&lt;/p&gt;</description>
			<author>mybb@mybb.ru (LadyInBlack)</author>
			<pubDate>Mon, 05 Oct 2020 21:25:20 +0300</pubDate>
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			<description>&lt;p&gt;Fantastic&lt;br /&gt;Very good!&lt;/p&gt;</description>
			<author>mybb@mybb.ru (Mr.Sexy)</author>
			<pubDate>Mon, 05 Oct 2020 21:18:52 +0300</pubDate>
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			<description>&lt;p&gt;Wow, fantastic story!!&lt;/p&gt;</description>
			<author>mybb@mybb.ru (Malika)</author>
			<pubDate>Mon, 05 Oct 2020 21:13:40 +0300</pubDate>
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			<title>Defiled Young Housewife 3</title>
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			<description>&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;We cumming simultaneously, baby, like we suppose to. It&#039;s a beautiful thing. I feel your tight pussy throbbing on my cock. You not ready for me to pull out yet. I gotta let you enjoy this a little longer until you completely done. How many times this be for you anyway, three or four?&amp;quot; Reggie asked, musing to himself how Christy, once a privileged white girl, well-kept by a young, successful husband, was now reduced to renting out a room in her home to a black man and getting fucked by him, because her inept husband couldn&#039;t manage money.&lt;/p&gt;
						&lt;p&gt;The deed was completed. Christy lay beneath Reggie&#039;s heavy frame, like fading echoes of thunder, her pussy clenching his deflating cock from the orgasms he had forced her to have. She hated Reggie, yet she had been unable to prevent herself from cumming for him. &amp;quot;Okay, get off me now,&amp;quot; she uttered, pushing her hands against his muscular chest.&lt;/p&gt;
						&lt;p&gt;He removed his flaccid cock from Christy as she remained in the bed motionlessly staring at the ceiling, her pussy gaping from his departure and her legs left indecently spread apart momentarily before rediscovering modesty and closing. She glanced at Reggie&#039;s penis as he stood beside her. Even soft, it appeared enormous and she didn&#039;t believe that the horrific thing had been inside her.&lt;/p&gt;
						&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;You ever give your husband head?&amp;quot; Reggie asked.&lt;/p&gt;
						&lt;p&gt;Christy looked at Reggie with bewilderment as this muscular black man who had just defiled her firmly grabbed her shoulders and guided her off the bed and into a kneeling position beside it. She fully understood what he wanted when he shoved his penis in her face. His cock was coated with both of their secretions, and it was disgusting.&lt;/p&gt;
						&lt;p&gt;Her teeth remained clenched.&lt;/p&gt;
						&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;I don&#039;t want to hurt you more. Open your goddamn mouth and suck on me nicely, like you want me.&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;
						&lt;p&gt;She shook her head from his grasp. &amp;quot;I&#039;ll bite it off,&amp;quot; she snarled.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
			<author>mybb@mybb.ru (Mirinda)</author>
			<pubDate>Sat, 03 Oct 2020 20:40:07 +0300</pubDate>
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			<title>Defiled Young Housewife 2</title>
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			<description>&lt;p&gt;Reggie yanked his wrist from her grasp, reached up and cruelly twisted her delicate, pink nipples, causing jolts of pain that would later become bruises on her perfectly formed flesh.&lt;/p&gt;
						&lt;p&gt;Christy&#039;s hands immediately went to protect her breasts and stop the pain.&lt;/p&gt;
						&lt;p&gt;From past work in human trafficking, preparing inexperienced and reluctant young females for the sex industry, he knew how to make Christy cooperate. He needed to roughen her up more to make her submissive. He raised his fist and plunged it into her solar plexus, like a torpedo striking a ship, sinking her into the sea.&lt;/p&gt;
						&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;You need to calm down, baby, and let me love you.&amp;quot; He pulled Christy&#039;s hands away from her excruciating stomach and delivered another punch just below her bellybutton.&lt;/p&gt;
						&lt;p&gt;She grabbed her stomach again and retched. Whatever he was saying or doing to her no longer mattered. Air— she needed precious air, like a diver trapped beneath the water, unable to reach the surface. And she needed the agonizing explosions in her gut to stop.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
			<author>mybb@mybb.ru (Mirinda)</author>
			<pubDate>Sat, 03 Oct 2020 20:38:22 +0300</pubDate>
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			<title>Defiled Young Housewife 1</title>
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			<description>&lt;p&gt;Christy stood waiting for a reply. Dave&#039;s back was towards her as he counted the money on their kitchen table for a second time. He wasn&#039;t listening to her and didn&#039;t hear what she had said.&lt;/p&gt;
						&lt;p&gt;Perhaps she was being overly cautious. She hadn&#039;t seen Dave this happy in a long time, since the rough economy had taken away their jobs and his pride, it seemed. The warehouse position Dave had found didn&#039;t replace his previous salary or pay all their bills, but this was enough cash to bring them current on their property taxes and avoid foreclosure.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
			<author>mybb@mybb.ru (Mirinda)</author>
			<pubDate>Sat, 03 Oct 2020 20:36:49 +0300</pubDate>
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			<title>Sales Team part 3</title>
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			<description>&lt;p&gt;I went to bed shortly and masturbated wondering why I had become so noble—I really lusted over her body.&lt;/p&gt;
						&lt;p&gt;When I woke the next morning, Holly was already up. When she heard me she yelled, &amp;quot;Fifteen minutes and the pancakes and sausage will be ready.&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;
						&lt;p&gt;It was a lazy Sunday. We walked about three miles around the city for exercise and then after a late lunch I took her to the swimming pool. When she took off her light swim robe I saw her new swimming suit. Her broad shoulders and bare chest highlighted her breasts, which were barely concealed by her black top. Her stomach was flat. Her suit bottom showed a lot of her ass, which was very tight and her long slim legs were sexy. Her skin was pasty white from lack of sun.&lt;/p&gt;
						&lt;p&gt;She looked at me for approval, but then noticed my erection pushing out my suit and giggled.&lt;/p&gt;
						&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;I&#039;m speechless,&amp;quot; I stammered.&lt;/p&gt;
						&lt;p&gt;She grinned again and sat on the lounge chair.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
			<author>mybb@mybb.ru (Mirinda)</author>
			<pubDate>Sat, 03 Oct 2020 20:32:53 +0300</pubDate>
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			<title>Sales Team part 2</title>
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			<description>&lt;p&gt;I interrupted, &amp;quot;There&#039;s a great park four blocks from here. I&#039;ll clean up the kitchen and let&#039;s walk to the park and then have our talk. It&#039;s cool right now but later it&#039;s going to be really hot, so let&#039;s enjoy the morning.&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;
						&lt;p&gt;We walked to the park in comfortable silence. I&#039;d point out something interesting every now and then, but I could tell she was getting nervous. We circled the park once along the bike path and then sat down at a picnic table in front of a large pond; ducks were swimming in the water.&lt;/p&gt;
						&lt;p&gt;It was obvious she didn&#039;t know what to say.&lt;/p&gt;
						&lt;p&gt;I asked, &amp;quot;What&#039;s your most serious problem?&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;
						&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;I&#039;m broke with no job.&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;
						&lt;p&gt;I continued, &amp;quot;What&#039;s your second most serious problem?&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;
						&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;I have no place to live in a strange town and have no friends.&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;
						&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Do you have cancer or a serious illness?&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;
						&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;No.&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;
						&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Are you wanted by the police?&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;
						&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;No.&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;
						&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Well then,&amp;quot; I concluded, &amp;quot;You have a serious short term problem, but will be fine in the long term, and you don&#039;t consider me a friend yet.&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
			<author>mybb@mybb.ru (Mirinda)</author>
			<pubDate>Sat, 03 Oct 2020 20:31:26 +0300</pubDate>
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			<title>Sales Team part 1</title>
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			<description>&lt;p&gt;I quietly let myself into my apartment. In the kitchen I turned on the oven and popped in the baking potatoes.&lt;/p&gt;
						&lt;p&gt;The door to the office was half open. I went to it and looked inside. Holly was sleeping with her back to the door. The sheet had fallen to below her waist; it was obvious she was sleeping nude.&lt;/p&gt;
						&lt;p&gt;I stared at her naked back and then down to the swell of her bare hips and the top of her ass. Maybe it&#039;s just me but a female&#039;s bare back is an extremely erotic picture; nature has a way of taking over—my cock was hard and my thoughts were not pure.&lt;/p&gt;
						&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;You really are an asshole Phil,&amp;quot; I thought to myself.&lt;/p&gt;
						&lt;p&gt;I quietly shut the door and went back to the kitchen. One hour later the salad was made, the white wine chilled, the red wine open and breathing, and the charcoals in the barbecue were lit.&lt;/p&gt;
						&lt;p&gt;I went to the office and knocked. &amp;quot;Holly, wake up,&amp;quot; I yelled.&lt;/p&gt;
						&lt;p&gt;Nothing.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
			<author>mybb@mybb.ru (Mirinda)</author>
			<pubDate>Sat, 03 Oct 2020 20:30:13 +0300</pubDate>
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			<title>Anna Succumbs to Neighbor&#039;s Cock 4</title>
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			<description>&lt;p&gt;She laughed, through the haze of her sexual recovery, &amp;quot;Like it? I never even knew I could cum like that... I don&#039;t think I&#039;ll ever get enough of this big cock.&amp;quot; She placed her hand on his manhood, gently caressing it as it laid at rest.&lt;/p&gt;
						&lt;p&gt;He smiled, leaning in and kissing her again, &amp;quot;That&#039;s why were neighbors, baby. I&#039;m gonna fuck you nonstop Anna. Now... &amp;quot; he paused, slapping her ass. &amp;quot;You should probably get on back to your husband.&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;
						&lt;p&gt;I snapped out of my funk, looking down at my crotch, suddenly realizing that I had cum all over myself.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
			<author>mybb@mybb.ru (Mirinda)</author>
			<pubDate>Sat, 03 Oct 2020 20:26:04 +0300</pubDate>
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			<title>Anna Succumbs to Neighbor&#039;s Cock 3</title>
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			<description>&lt;p&gt;She smiled, &amp;quot;Alright babe. If you say so.&amp;quot;, she slowly walked to the rear, and opened the door in a teasing fashion, giving me one last look as she headed outside - a naughty grin on her face. &amp;quot;Gonna go help with a casserole.&amp;quot; she said it almost as if she knew that wasn&#039;t all that was waiting for her at Bob&#039;s house.&lt;/p&gt;
						&lt;p&gt;I loved this woman. I watched in slow motion as she strode across the yard, approaching his house.&lt;/p&gt;
						&lt;p&gt;My heart skipped a beat when I saw Bob, he opened the rear door, shirtless and full of presence. He was wearing nothing but a pair of shorts, it seemed.&lt;/p&gt;
						&lt;p&gt;They smiled at each other, Anna blushed, and he put his arm around her waist, ushering her inside. Suddenly, she was out of my sight.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
			<author>mybb@mybb.ru (Mirinda)</author>
			<pubDate>Sat, 03 Oct 2020 20:23:57 +0300</pubDate>
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			<title>Anna Succumbs to Neighbor&#039;s Cock 2</title>
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			<description>&lt;p&gt;Bob was lost in tunnel vision, and drunkenly spoke to my wife as he watched, &amp;quot;Damn Anna, you got me hard as a rock.&amp;quot; I glanced over once again and saw his immense member, unable to believe that our harmless older neighbor was packing such heat. He drew attention to it by shaking it as he spoke to her. Just when I thought things couldn&#039;t get any more excitable, she complimented him, &amp;quot;That&#039;s a damn big cock Bob!&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
			<author>mybb@mybb.ru (Mirinda)</author>
			<pubDate>Sat, 03 Oct 2020 20:21:45 +0300</pubDate>
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			<title>Anna Succumbs to Neighbor&#039;s Cock 1</title>
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			<description>&lt;p&gt;A few days had passed and the weekend approached. I woke up late on Saturday and was groggily pouring myself some cereal when I looked out the window. To my surprise I saw Anna and Bob conversing. My wife looked to be planting some herbs in our garden, and Bob looked to be assisting her. She was dressed conservatively, but something stirred inside me at the sight of them interacting. Bob had seen her stark naked just days earlier, and here they were casually discussing botany.&lt;/p&gt;
						&lt;p&gt;Anna eventually came inside, a light sheen of morning sweat glistened on her skin.&lt;/p&gt;
						&lt;p&gt;I wasted no time, &amp;quot;I thought you were never gonna be able to speak to him again.&amp;quot; I offered, with complete sarcasm.&lt;/p&gt;
						&lt;p&gt;She blushed.&lt;/p&gt;
						&lt;p&gt;I prodded, &amp;quot;Well? Was it awkward?&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;
						&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Yes! At first.&amp;quot; She seemed nervous to be discussing it.&lt;/p&gt;
						&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;What did he say?&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;
						&lt;p&gt;She fidgeted as she spoke, her blush not leaving her face, &amp;quot;Nothing, I don&#039;t know. He just came over and offered me help with the plants...&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;
						&lt;p&gt;She went to the cabinet for a glass and some water. Clearly feeling awkward. She continued.&lt;/p&gt;
						&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;He apologized, but I told him it was my fault.&amp;quot; She blushed deeper. &amp;quot;He jokingly told me if he could wake up to that every morning he&#039;d finally be able to quit drinking coffee.&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;
						&lt;p&gt;I couldn&#039;t help but laugh. &amp;quot;See! Nothing to worry about. What did you say to that?&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;
						&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;N-Nothing, I guess I just laughed I think, I don&#039;t know. That was the end of the conversation.&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
			<author>mybb@mybb.ru (Mirinda)</author>
			<pubDate>Sat, 03 Oct 2020 20:18:36 +0300</pubDate>
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			<title>One Who Understands 5</title>
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			<description>&lt;p&gt;He hesitated then nodded again, his blush racing across his face.&lt;/p&gt;
						&lt;p&gt;She held out her hand for his notebook and she quickly went over his notes. &amp;quot;Yes, you are grasping basics. I can work with this. You will come to my house tomorrow at 1PM for three hours. Yes?&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;
						&lt;p&gt;Tomorrow was Saturday. He had the early shift at the home center, 7AM until noon so he could work that in. He nodded and she handed him his notes back with a slip of paper. He saw a map drawn on the paper.&lt;/p&gt;
						&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Map to get to my place. Do not be late, bring your text and notes, and be ready to study! I do not do this for anyone else so you cannot mention it to anyone. Understood?&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;
						&lt;p&gt;He nodded.&lt;/p&gt;
						&lt;p&gt;She looked back to her work and he was obviously dismissed. He got up and left the school as quickly as he could.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
			<author>mybb@mybb.ru (Mirinda)</author>
			<pubDate>Sat, 03 Oct 2020 20:13:40 +0300</pubDate>
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			<title>One Who Understands 4</title>
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			<description>&lt;p&gt;Ed&#039;s mind whited out as stream after stream of cum exploded from him to splash over Shirley&#039;s face, chin, neck and chest. When he came back to his senses he was leaning back on his elbows breathing hard. He looked at Shirley and saw she was covered in his cum but she was no longer holding his cock. Her mouth was open and she was trembling but he couldn&#039;t read her expression. He thought she might just begin to scream at him but instead her voice was low and smooth.&lt;/p&gt;
						&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;You are a wicked and dirty boy. Look what you&#039;ve done to me!&amp;quot; She smeared her fingers in the cum and rubbed it on her neck and chest. He wasn&#039;t sure how that was making it less of a mess but her glassy eyes never left his. &amp;quot;I have to go clean up now. I want you to think about how wicked you were. How you are going to make it up to me. Such a dirty boy!&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;
						&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;I&#039;m sorry-&amp;quot; he began.&lt;/p&gt;
						&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;No! I don&#039;t want to talk about it. You won&#039;t speak a word of this... wicked act to anyone. Do you hear me?&amp;quot; Shirley hissed quietly.&lt;/p&gt;
						&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Yes.&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;
						&lt;p&gt;Shirley stood up and wobbled a little. She wasn&#039;t used to walking without being hunched over and her orgasm was still with her. With her back to Ed she stroked a finger through a streak of his cum and raised it to her lips and inside. She shivered at the taste as it brought back memories of the incredible sex she used to have. She left Ed&#039;s bedroom with a final stern look back at him.&lt;/p&gt;
						&lt;p&gt;Ed was so distraught over what he&#039;d just done he failed to realize that Shirley was able to walk all the way back to her room upstairs by herself.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
			<author>mybb@mybb.ru (Mirinda)</author>
			<pubDate>Sat, 03 Oct 2020 19:56:11 +0300</pubDate>
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			<title>One Who Understands</title>
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			<description>&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;You- you&#039;d better leave,&amp;quot; was all she could say and he rushed past her and fled the house. He ran down the long driveway, through the long street to the bus stop and kept going. He was gasping and wheezing by the time he got home. He caught his breath on the front steps cursing himself, then pushed into the house.&lt;/p&gt;
						&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Hey Ed! You&#039;re home early,&amp;quot; Grace said from the living room. She felt bad for how she&#039;d left him last night so she got up to give him a hug. He pulled back when he saw her approach and rushed downstairs. &amp;quot;Ed? What&#039;s wrong?&amp;quot; she called after him. Grace walked down the stairs into the basement and saw his door was closed. She knocked.&lt;/p&gt;
						&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Don&#039;t come in! I&#039;m not decent!&amp;quot; he yelled from the other side.&lt;/p&gt;
						&lt;p&gt;She listened and she could hear what sounded like crying. &amp;quot;Ed? Please let me in.&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;
						&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;NO! Stay out! I- I&#039;m not DECENT! Please- please just leave me alone,&amp;quot; he said roughly.&lt;/p&gt;
						&lt;p&gt;Grace was worried about her brother. He was such an innocent. &amp;quot;What did they do, Ed?&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;
						&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Please- just let it go and let me sleep,&amp;quot; a trembling voice came through the door.&lt;/p&gt;
						&lt;p&gt;Grace wanted to punish someone for hurting her little brother. She would find out what they had done. She would get to the bottom of this. No one got away with hurting Ed. No one!&lt;/p&gt;</description>
			<author>mybb@mybb.ru (Mirinda)</author>
			<pubDate>Sat, 03 Oct 2020 19:54:41 +0300</pubDate>
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			<title>One Who Understands 2</title>
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			<description>&lt;p&gt;She snorted angrily as her mind went to Frank in the parking lot sticking his dick in her window. He was the perfect example of the kind of masculinity she was surrounded with now in her life. Well, them and Ed who she couldn&#039;t have. Her anger flared again and she pressed her thumb against the side of the bridge of her nose as pain spiked behind her eye. Dammit! It was another anger induced migraine.&lt;/p&gt;
						&lt;p&gt;She heard the scrape of a chair then she felt his hands, his wonderfully large and powerful hands massaging the knots out of her neck muscles before they got a chance to really get started. Soon she was putty under his strong grip. The migraine dissipated as he worked her muscles. God his hands felt so good on her body! She wanted more and began to moan but locked that down in a squeak. She pushed herself to her feet as she felt her emotions start to go off the rails.&lt;/p&gt;
						&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Thanks for dinner, Ed. I&#039;m going to bed. Not feeling well,&amp;quot; she blurted and rushed upstairs. She closed her bedroom door and managed to drop onto the bed to smother her sobs in her pillow. Life was so fucking unfair!&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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			<pubDate>Sat, 03 Oct 2020 19:50:12 +0300</pubDate>
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			<title>One Who Understands 1</title>
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			<description>&lt;p&gt;From the burst of giggles he heard he realized the coast hadn&#039;t been as clear as he&#039;d hoped. Blushing madly he quickly settled on a card and went up to the cash to buy it.&lt;/p&gt;
						&lt;p&gt;Izzy was the cashier and she was doing her best to catch a glimpse at what he&#039;d had to adjust. He paid and hustled out of the shop. The evening air felt especially cool against his reddened cheeks.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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			<pubDate>Sat, 03 Oct 2020 19:47:15 +0300</pubDate>
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			<title>Nothing Between Us part 4</title>
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			<description>&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;I will always be there, Thuy.&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;
						&lt;p&gt;She squeezed the hand she was holding. &amp;quot;I&#039;m going to be asleep soon.&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;
						&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;I&#039;ll carry you to your bed.&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;
						&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Your bed. I still am afraid of being alone in the house.&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;
						&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Are you sure?&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;
						&lt;p&gt;I saw a slight smile form on her face. &amp;quot;Jake, you aren&#039;t going to take advantage of me. The idea&#039;s silly.&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;
						&lt;p&gt;We didn&#039;t speak the rest of the drive home and she was soon asleep. After we got home, I did as she had bid and carried her to my bedroom. After turning on a small light for her, I headed for the door, but she mumbled something like, &amp;quot;trust you&amp;quot; and patted the bed next to her.&lt;/p&gt;
						&lt;p&gt;But I knew it wasn&#039;t a real option. Not now. Not the way I was feeling. I stood at the doorway watching her slight movements under the sheets, her chest rise and fall gently. I would never be able to say how she looked that night, but I have never forgotten a detail.&lt;/p&gt;
						&lt;p&gt;I curled up on the couch in the living room, the couch that she had laid upon for so long this afternoon, feeling her scent, touch, and voice. After some time, I fell asleep.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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			<pubDate>Sat, 03 Oct 2020 19:36:04 +0300</pubDate>
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			<title>Nothing Between Us part 3</title>
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			<description>&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Not from me.&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;
						&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Maybe they are, even to you.&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;
						&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Oh, I&#039;m sorry, Jake. I... So-- you and she? Have you?&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;
						&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Inside her? No, well, not with that.&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;
						&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;What did you do with her?&amp;quot; Thuy didn&#039;t seem to be teasing me now.&lt;/p&gt;
						&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;So, we went out eight times to be exact. Dates 3 and 4 included kissing and serious tongue action. Serious petting on Date 5. Date 6, the, uhhh, shirts come off.&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;
						&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Hers, too?&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;
						&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Yes.&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;
						&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Go on.&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;
						&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Date 7 was hands. Wandering.&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;
						&lt;p&gt;Thuy whispered leaning in towards me. &amp;quot;How much?&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;
						&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Two fingers inside her. Why are you making me say this? And her hands too, on me.&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;
						&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;To... completion?&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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			<pubDate>Sat, 03 Oct 2020 19:34:29 +0300</pubDate>
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			<title>Nothing Between Us part 2</title>
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			<description>&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Get this.&amp;quot; She handed me a note in Vietnamese. I had taught myself a little bit two or three years back for some unknown reason, but all I could make out was her name, Tuesday, aunt, and a little more.&lt;/p&gt;
						&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;What&#039;s the bit on the second line?&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;
						&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;I had to think about that for a second, too. So basically, she&#039;s gone to help my aunt who&#039;s nursing my uncle. She&#039;ll be in Nashville until Tuesday. I called her, but all she said was that everyone was fine, she shouldn&#039;t talk on the highway, despite the fact that that is all she does, and to stay safe. And say hello. Oh, and she was somewhere around Jackson, Tennessee. That means she left 15 minutes after we said hello.&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;
						&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;That&#039;s a bit weird.&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;
						&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Yeah, and since my dad gets back in town on Thursday, it&#039;s just me.&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;
						&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Guess we&#039;ll rent some movies or something.&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;
						&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Guess so. Look, you are too well dressed for me now. I&#039;m going to go change. Meet me in the driveway.&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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			<pubDate>Sat, 03 Oct 2020 19:33:06 +0300</pubDate>
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			<title>Nothing Between Us part 1</title>
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			<description>&lt;p&gt;Thuy sank cross-legged on the driveway. What could be more home than this? &amp;quot;I can&#039;t believe you are still beating yourself up about missing a shot. It was freaking high school, and if you hadn&#039;t made the rest of them, we&#039;d never have even made the state tournament, much less lose by one in the semis.&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;
						&lt;p&gt;I tossed the ball in the net and let it bounce away. &amp;quot;You know,&amp;quot; I said sitting. &amp;quot;My goal in life was to peak at 18 and find eternal glory in the school trophy case. With that other guy, and the other one with the funny shorts. But since I missed, I&#039;m gonna be forced to do something else with my life.&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
			<author>mybb@mybb.ru (Mirinda)</author>
			<pubDate>Sat, 03 Oct 2020 19:31:55 +0300</pubDate>
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