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	<pubDate>Fri, 18 May 2012 21:56:45 +0000</pubDate>
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		<title>Reminiscences Ch. 2</title>
		<link>http://www.crc-montpellier.fr/2012/05/18/reminiscences-ch-2/</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 18 May 2012 21:56:45 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Willard</dc:creator>
		
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		<description><![CDATA[The pleasure and experimentation continue.

After my experience with Shirley, the following week inched along with hardly a moment passing without a random memory of Sunday's encounter flitting through my brain.



At last Sunday arrived, but the minutes seemed like hours until the clock finally ticked over to a sensible time for me to start my round.



Racing around my area, I eventually arrived at Shirley's house and knocked on the door. She opened it within seconds and with a huge smile, invited me in.



As soon as I was seated she looked me deeply in the eyes and said, "Would you like a drink or...?"]]></description>
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		<title>Rainy Day</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 17 May 2012 01:33:23 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Willard</dc:creator>
		
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		<description><![CDATA[Unexpected surprise from a wet hitchhiker.

Jay was driving cautiously down the interstate as the rain was so blinding he could barely see the road even a foot in front of the headlights. Visibility was nonexistent. He was going to have to pull over and wait this out. Then, out of nowhere, he saw a glimpse of white. Was it his imagination, or was there a girl running as though her life depended on it, drenched to the bone in a jean skirt and a T-shirt? Jay could only imagine why she was out in this weather. Jay hit the brakes hard, stopped near the girl and opened the passenger-side door for her. She jumped into the car and shut the door hard. ]]></description>
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		<title>Outta Control Pt. 07</title>
		<link>http://www.crc-montpellier.fr/2012/05/16/outta-control-pt-07/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 17 May 2012 01:31:25 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Daniel</dc:creator>
		
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		<description><![CDATA[Mom in law and son in law get it on.

Chapter 1



Edi lay back on the bed, leaning against the wall and pulled Mel to make her sprawl between his thighs as stroked her long hair. 



Trish sat on the armrest of the couch, rubbing her legs together, looking and feeling very horny and pissed.



Val sat back in the couch, mighty aroused, but somehow pleased that her stoned daughter was no longer pissed at her and Trish, and also that she and her husband seemed to have at least left the warpath.



"Well, Momma, tell us how you came to fuck my man!" Mel asked.]]></description>
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		<title>Poppa&#8217;s Cub Ch. 06</title>
		<link>http://www.crc-montpellier.fr/2012/05/16/poppas-cub-ch-06/</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 16 May 2012 22:28:08 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>John</dc:creator>
		
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		<description><![CDATA[Birthday boy gets his spanking.

Chapter Six



The Harley throbbed to life as Mike passed the bar. He could feel Kyle's puzzlement and put a reassuring hand on his knee.



He swooped in and out of local traffic gracefully. Kyle's new jacket protected him from the onrush of the air, the leather was stiff, and felt like armor. He wondered where they were going, but trusted Mike.



He reflected upon their conversations as Mike pulled onto SR 14 and headed east.



Past Camas, he pulled into the quiet little community of Washougal, Washington.]]></description>
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		<title>Oh, My! That Lisa</title>
		<link>http://www.crc-montpellier.fr/2012/05/14/oh-my-that-lisa/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 15 May 2012 00:58:50 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Rafael</dc:creator>
		
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		<description><![CDATA[Cyber sex, phone-sex - and then, the real thing.

I first saw her in the parking lot. She wore a fabulously fun, flirty black dress, haltered top. I took her to be in her early 20's. A big candid smile, the very inviting sort of smile that one would see on one's child after a long day without seeing each other and can't wait to give you a big hug and smile and talking too fast and excitedly about how their day had gone. She had fabulously wavy hair, down past her shoulders, a rich red/auburn. A bit out of place, since she didn't have pure-porcelain-white skin. Creamy skin texture I guessed, in that fleeting instant.]]></description>
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		<title>Old Bods, Young Gods Ch. 02</title>
		<link>http://www.crc-montpellier.fr/2012/05/14/old-bods-young-gods-ch-02/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 15 May 2012 00:44:16 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Edward</dc:creator>
		
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		<description><![CDATA[Frustrated, neglected older woman needs sex.

"Weekends are supposed to be fun," Rachel thought when she woke up the next morning with a nasty hangover. She was quite agreeable to rolling over and spending the day in bed when she heard the roar of a gas lawn mower from somewhere off in the distance.



"Jesus! Don't they know it's the weekend?" she groaned covering her head with her pillow. The 45 year old frustrated housewife allowed herself to wallow in self-pity. Her 3 kids were away, either in school or in the case of her son, in Europe. Her bastard of a husband was spending more and more time away. This time, he was supposedly working in New York. Since he now seemed to be traveling more and they were making love less and less, she had started to wonder if maybe he had a mistress hidden away somewhere.]]></description>
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		<title>Older Women Are Beautiful Lovers Ch. 2</title>
		<link>http://www.crc-montpellier.fr/2012/05/14/older-women-are-beautiful-lovers-ch-2/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 15 May 2012 00:36:10 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Eric</dc:creator>
		
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		<description><![CDATA[They begin a road trip.

"The is the second part of the story of the erotic adventures of Alice and Stan, you might want to read part 1 in order to get the background, and to all of those who sent the feedback requesting this, thank you for all the kind words. This takes place a couple of weeks after our first encounter, and was just one of many adventures throughout that summer…so sit back, enjoy, and tell me what you think."



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The last evening had been a success, the band had played at one of the NCO clubs on the nearby army base and was very well received, there had been much celebration after the show and plenty of beer had found it"s way back to the house where we all lived together as one big happy band family. Now it was morning, and my head was pounding, the time was just after 10:00 AM as I made my way out to the kitchen to the smell of eggs, bacon, and coffee, being prepared by Tom"s mother Alice, and his older sister Tammy. The idea of food was not too appealing to me because of the hangover, but when the coffee was placed before me along with a couple of aspirin, I began to suspect that I might live after all, and if I tried hard enough, I might be able to get some food down to help absorb some of the gallon or so of beer that felt like it was still in my stomach some where. ]]></description>
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		<title>New Years Eve with Serena&#8217;s Mom</title>
		<link>http://www.crc-montpellier.fr/2012/05/12/new-years-eve-with-serenas-mom/</link>
		<comments>http://www.crc-montpellier.fr/2012/05/12/new-years-eve-with-serenas-mom/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Sat, 12 May 2012 21:54:58 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Daniel</dc:creator>
		
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		<description><![CDATA[Girlfriend gets flue so boyfriend goes as date with mom.

Josh Caper waited and waited in the hall for his girlfriend Serena to come downstairs in her new holiday outfit she said she bought for the New Year's party they were going to go to. She said he'd drool over it when he saw her in it. 



Josh was excited to see his long time girlfriend of 5 years. They hadn't seen one another since mid August. She just started her final year of college; he was beginning a new job with a company he was referred to by Serena's mom. It was his second job since graduating college a couple years back. ]]></description>
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		<title>My Real Life Mrs. Robinson Ch. 02</title>
		<link>http://www.crc-montpellier.fr/2012/05/10/my-real-life-mrs-robinson-ch-02/</link>
		<comments>http://www.crc-montpellier.fr/2012/05/10/my-real-life-mrs-robinson-ch-02/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Fri, 11 May 2012 01:17:42 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Arthur</dc:creator>
		
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		<description><![CDATA[The next morning.

It was Saturday morning and I had just had the most incredible night of my life with an amazing woman. It was hard to believe that I had spent the night with the woman of my dreams. I actually got to titty fuck my friend's mom, Mrs. Robinson. As I woke, I heard a familiar hissing sound coming form down the hall. 



I got out of bed, still naked from the night before. I walked down the hall of this stranger's house that I had spent the night at to see where the noise was coming from. As I made my way down the hall, I glanced down and noticed that my limp cock looked bigger than I had ever seen it. My dick swayed back and forth slapping against my bare legs while I walked through the house. ]]></description>
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		<title>My Earliest Fantasy</title>
		<link>http://www.crc-montpellier.fr/2012/05/08/my-earliest-fantasy/</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 09 May 2012 00:54:04 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Ian</dc:creator>
		
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		<description><![CDATA[His English teacher rewards his efforts.

I grew up in Charleston SC. My mother and my father had divorced when I was 12. Mom met my stepfather, and moved my sister and I to Charleston after they were married. It's a nice place, but I digress... 



Ms. Wells was probably the toughest teacher at my high school. She was very demanding and accepted nothing less than 100% from her students. The problem I had was that school always came easy for me. Not much of a challenge, if you know what I mean. For most teachers, that was enough. Not for Ms. Wells though. ]]></description>
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