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	<title>Clunky Boobs</title>
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	<description>Big Tits and Big Boobs</description>
	<pubDate>Sat, 19 May 2012 01:43:58 +0000</pubDate>
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		<title>The Thunderstorm</title>
		<link>http://www.so-clunk.fr/2012/05/18/the-thunderstorm/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 19 May 2012 01:43:58 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Alex</dc:creator>
		
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		<description><![CDATA[Angie enjoys the refreshing shower.

Angie sat in the seat by the window looking out into the street. She could hear the children laughing and joking as they walked back from the park. The summer heat wave was continuing and even as the day drew to dusk there was still an uncomfortable heat. Picking up a magazine she fanned herself but as she was merely moving the warm arm she gained no relief. Moving to the kitchen she emptied the tray of ice cubes into a tumbler.



Returning to her chair she sat watching the world go by as she rubbed an ice cube over her wrist. Looking up at the sky she could see dark clouds building in the distance. Tonight there would almost enviably be an electrical storm. With her husband away she could possibly treat herself to something she had loved doing for most of her 26 years. There was nothing Angie loved more than to walk out in the rain during the summer. Water from the melting ice was running down her arm chilling her as it snaked its way over her bronzed skin. Her white t-shirt and shorts made the tan look even deeper than it was. ]]></description>
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		<title>The Treatment</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 18 May 2012 23:49:09 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Gordon</dc:creator>
		
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		<description><![CDATA[Woman gets the treatment of her life.

The intercom buzzed on Miss Watkins' desk, and a the soft voice of Dr. Winters nurse, Andrea Hartman, requested that the next patient be sent to the examining room. "Okay, Miss Mitchell, follow me please," Miss Watkins ordered, as she held the open the door to the hall way leading to the examining rooms. "Sit right here," the receptionist said, "and Nurse Hartman will be with you in a minute!" Sarah Mitchell nervously scanned the stark white walls and involuntarily shivered and said to herself, "What in the name of god am I doing here, I must have been crazy to even have dreamt of trying this!!" ]]></description>
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		<title>Summer Cottage</title>
		<link>http://www.so-clunk.fr/2012/05/16/summer-cottage/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 17 May 2012 00:52:41 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Alex</dc:creator>
		
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		<description><![CDATA[Childhood friend &#038; his lover comfort broken-hearted lady.

When her marriage fell apart Donna moved back to her grandmother's seaside cottage. Charles was making staying in the city too difficult, practically stalking her, and the cottage was one of the few things he couldn't touch in their settlement, since it was part of a larger trust. In the 1920's a group of artists had pooled their money together and bought a section of land and helped each other build a collection of unique houses. The terms of the trust were that their chosen descendents or a qualified artist chosen by committee could live in the cottages, paying into the tax trust from their earnings, which in turn paid for general upkeep and taxes. Donna's grandmother had chosen her, out of all her prodigy, admiring her painting ability. ]]></description>
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		<title>Summer Had Finally Arrived Ch. 01</title>
		<link>http://www.so-clunk.fr/2012/05/16/summer-had-finally-arrived-ch-01/</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 16 May 2012 21:53:09 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Harold</dc:creator>
		
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		<description><![CDATA[Friends get closer - much closer.

It was a beautiful Saturday morning and everyone was headed for the lake. Bill, Jeff, Tony, Jill and Melissa- all my friends. I had to work until 4pm so I could not enjoy the sun early, but it didn't get dark until 9pm so I was not worried as I would finish off in a few hours. I couldn't wait to get out there and start drinking, and drooling over the ladies in their hot bikinis. Jill and Mellissa were great friends of mine who took excellent care of their bodies. Jill had full breasts and a tight little ass, and Melissa had smaller boobs but her face was gorgeous. I had played around with both of them before but had not had any sex with either of them.]]></description>
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		<title>Putting On The Ritz</title>
		<link>http://www.so-clunk.fr/2012/05/14/putting-on-the-ritz/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 14 May 2012 22:07:48 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Lloyd</dc:creator>
		
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		<description><![CDATA[Two couples explore a common fantasy.

"I'm really looking forward to seeing you there," she said. 



"I can't wait either," Aaron replied.



"Well, I'd better be going. Till tomorrow, good night."



"Good night," he replied. 



Cindy slowly hung up the phone. She just couldn't believe what was happening. So many times she and her husband Cameron had talked about this fantasy, but she never really believed it would really happen. She stood there lost in thought for a moment, visions of things they had discussed dancing in her head. She could feel a stirring deep inside, an itch that had longed to be satisfied, soon to be relieved. ]]></description>
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		<title>Routine Tests</title>
		<link>http://www.so-clunk.fr/2012/05/14/routine-tests/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 14 May 2012 22:02:34 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Norman</dc:creator>
		
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		<description><![CDATA[Man finds that two women are better than one.

"This is dedicated to all the hardworking beautiful lab techs, thanks for the work you do, you truly save lives."



I am a young man and when the doctor told me I should go in for some tests I was alarmed. " These are just routine test," he said. Still I was quite nervous when I walked into the lab where the tests were done. 



I walked over to the receptionist and she told me to have a seat. The minutes felt like hours as I waited to be called. When my name was finally called I almost missed it I was so caught up into the gloom and doom of it all. ]]></description>
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		<title>Nancy&#8217;s Delight</title>
		<link>http://www.so-clunk.fr/2012/05/12/nancys-delight/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 13 May 2012 02:18:24 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Jimmie</dc:creator>
		
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		<description><![CDATA[Wife explores her sexuality.

Forty-six-year old Tim and his thirty-nine-year-old wife Nancy shared a fairly simple life. 



Tim stands five foot ten weighing a trim two hundred pounds with grayish blonde hair. Tim is quite distinguished looking and is blessed with a seven-inch cock.



Nancy is five foot five, a shapely one hundred and thirty-five pounds with 34D breasts, large nipples with full lips and a nicely rounded ass. She likes wearing short skirts and tight tops that draw attention to her assets. Even at her age she still warrants second looks and wolf whistles from construction workers when she walks down the street.]]></description>
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		<title>Welcome to London</title>
		<link>http://www.so-clunk.fr/2012/05/10/welcome-to-london/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 10 May 2012 23:15:08 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Roberto</dc:creator>
		
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		<description><![CDATA[A visit from an overseas friend quickly leads to the bedroom.

When he met her at Heathrow she leapt into his arms. He had never known her as more than a friend but still he recalled her scent perfectly. She held the embrace but released it before he began to suspect anything more than her excitement at arriving in London.



"Can I take your bags?" he asked. 



"Oh, that's not necessary"



"I insist."



The gentlemanly gesture was one of many that he felt came more naturally to him in England. It sounded like a stereotype but it really seemed as though living in Britain was making him more refined. As much as he had changed, however, his feelings had not. And now she was here. ]]></description>
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		<title>MiHOP</title>
		<link>http://www.so-clunk.fr/2012/05/10/mihop/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 10 May 2012 21:29:57 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Gordon</dc:creator>
		
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		<description><![CDATA[He finally gets together with a co-worker.

I am the founder and CEO of MiHOP. You never heard of MiHOP? Not surprising, most people never have. As a matter of fact only a small select group of people have. 



There is a small group of us who collectively own and operate MiHOP. But its my brain-child and I found the main investors, so I got the title's.



So what is MiHOP? It's a small jet service. You may have even seen our jet yourself. You wouldn't know it though. Our jet is royal blue and has no markings other than the reguired FAA numbers.]]></description>
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		<title>The Maintenance Man</title>
		<link>http://www.so-clunk.fr/2012/05/08/the-maintenance-man/</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 09 May 2012 00:39:31 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Harold</dc:creator>
		
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		<description><![CDATA[She imagines property worker in lurid day dream.

I knew I wanted him. His name was Manuel and he works for the property I live in. I met him after I moved in but my things were still in boxes. I had just finished my inspection and turned in my results to the property manager. He came to my door less than an hour later to fix the things I had found wrong.



His head shaved in the heat and those cute glasses, they drove me insane. It took all my strength to stop my self from wrapping my legs around his face. He has little crinkles around his eyes when he smiled, he always seemed to smile. His skin, although sun kissed, was dark with his Puerto Rican heritage. He stood quite a few inches above me at I"m guessing six and a half feet. I wanted him.]]></description>
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