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Part 1'/><category term='Your Nite'/><category term='Working Girls 2'/><category term='Stop Sign'/><category term='You&apos;ll See Lucy 7'/><category term='Witnessing 2'/><category term='Your Fantasy Purely You Me and Him'/><title type='text'>All Group Sex Stories</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586413732619667213/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586413732619667213/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>172</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2586413732619667213.post-3140479681355367872</id><published>2010-02-17T10:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T10:39:20.192-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Winnmen&apos;s Gym 7'/><title type='text'>Winnmen's Gym 7</title><summary type='text'>Julia saw she had everyone's attention and stepped up to Val. She pulled her hands behind her back suddenly and said, "We're not through yet, are we?"Val actually struggled for a moment before realizing that Julia had been joined by Marie and they truly had her secured. She had no choice but to trust them, and tried to relax.Julia looked around and had an idea. She pulled Val out of the lounge </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/feeds/3140479681355367872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/winnmens-gym-7.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586413732619667213/posts/default/3140479681355367872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586413732619667213/posts/default/3140479681355367872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/winnmens-gym-7.html' title='Winnmen&apos;s Gym 7'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2586413732619667213.post-8452239295605807551</id><published>2010-02-17T10:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T10:37:13.470-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Winnmen&apos;s Gym 6'/><title type='text'>Winnmen's Gym 6</title><summary type='text'>"To touch all of you. That includes you. I got a glimpse of you in the car and I am dying to explore. Come over here and fulfill your agreement, and then you can have your way with us, right Ben?"Ben was so deep in thought he barely mustered, "Right," to agree.The other women formed a circle around the two women and Ben. 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She smiled. "As horny as you. Don't even bother to deny it. We saw how you enjoyed that night, every bit of it."Val knew she was talking about her feeling Marie up, and being felt up by Julia, not to mention fucking Ben in the ass. There was simply no way to deny the delicious feelings she experienced. Her shoulders collapsed in capitulation. "I don't know if I can get </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/feeds/5481934796829672795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/winnmens-gym-5.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586413732619667213/posts/default/5481934796829672795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586413732619667213/posts/default/5481934796829672795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/winnmens-gym-5.html' title='Winnmen&apos;s Gym 5'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2586413732619667213.post-2026827482461771160</id><published>2010-02-17T10:32:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T10:36:27.573-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Winnmen&apos;s Gym 4'/><title type='text'>Winnmen's Gym 4</title><summary type='text'>She reached in and pulled out a sizeable duffle bag and placed it on the floor near the bench. While Julia and Marie just watched in awe, Val retrieved cuffs and straps and attached them to the guy's wrists and ankles. She then pushed him on his back on the bench, feet still standing on the floor, and secured his arms under the bench so his muscular chest was pushed up, and he was unable to do </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/feeds/2026827482461771160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/winnmens-gym-4.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586413732619667213/posts/default/2026827482461771160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586413732619667213/posts/default/2026827482461771160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/winnmens-gym-4.html' title='Winnmen&apos;s Gym 4'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2586413732619667213.post-7124044935962200978</id><published>2010-02-17T10:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T10:36:02.493-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Winnmen&apos;s Gym 3'/><title type='text'>Winnmen's Gym 3</title><summary type='text'>Ben bucked back at her, ready and wanting more attention. He tried to wiggle his chest, begging her to pinch his nipples. Anything, he thought, just do something to me, now!Val accommodated by de-arching her back and pulling the dildo slowly from his ass. She closed her eyes in the sweet smell of her moistening sex mixing with the pleasure of Ben's body against her, his own scent growing under </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/feeds/7124044935962200978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/winnmens-gym-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586413732619667213/posts/default/7124044935962200978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586413732619667213/posts/default/7124044935962200978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/winnmens-gym-3.html' title='Winnmen&apos;s Gym 3'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2586413732619667213.post-3167191753504661386</id><published>2010-02-17T10:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T10:35:19.425-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Winnmen&apos;s Gym 1'/><title type='text'>Winnmen's Gym 1</title><summary type='text'>Chapter One"Are we the last ones here?" Marie asked Julia while standing near the gym's exit, checking herself one last time in the floor-to-ceiling mirror. She liked what she saw. At 45 years old, she was finally beginning to bloom. She chuckled at the metaphor. The fat days were over -- her body had deflated in the physical sense. It was her life that was in bloom. She'd written off her old </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/feeds/3167191753504661386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/winnmens-gym-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586413732619667213/posts/default/3167191753504661386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586413732619667213/posts/default/3167191753504661386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/winnmens-gym-1.html' title='Winnmen&apos;s Gym 1'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2586413732619667213.post-6956533023178706725</id><published>2010-02-17T10:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T10:31:29.792-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Winter Break Orgy'/><title type='text'>Winter Break Orgy</title><summary type='text'>It started innocently enough. It was winter break during my junior year of college, and I had come back to school the day after Christmas. It was real cold out and the ground was covered with at least 6 inches of snow. Two of my roommates were also back. Joel, Ryan and I lived next door to 9 girls. We had all become friends in the dorms, but became very close as neighbors. Only four of them were </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/feeds/6956533023178706725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/winter-break-orgy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586413732619667213/posts/default/6956533023178706725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586413732619667213/posts/default/6956533023178706725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/winter-break-orgy.html' title='Winter Break Orgy'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2586413732619667213.post-3181681640239612441</id><published>2010-02-17T10:29:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T10:35:40.576-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Winnmen&apos;s Gym 2'/><title type='text'>Winnmen's Gym 2</title><summary type='text'>To her amazement, despite the danger that could lurk behind such a statement, Ben asked, "How long? Where? I mean, you're not a murderer, are you?"Good questions, Val thought, and she knew she had no mean intentions, but coming down from fantasy to reality like descending from a high, she found it amazing this stranger was actually considering giving himself up to her. She said, "No. I have no </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/feeds/3181681640239612441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/winnmens-gym-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586413732619667213/posts/default/3181681640239612441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586413732619667213/posts/default/3181681640239612441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/winnmens-gym-2.html' title='Winnmen&apos;s Gym 2'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2586413732619667213.post-7482229711440128384</id><published>2010-02-17T10:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T10:30:31.815-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Winter Camping'/><title type='text'>Winter Camping</title><summary type='text'>It began on a Thursday night. I was sitting in my apartment, alone. My girlfriend of almost two years had dumped me just after New Years and I was feeling horny and blue, but mostly horny. The phone rang and I fought the urge to lunge for it. Why would she call now? The answering machine kicked in prematurely but instead of Beth I heard a friend's voice."Bob, it's Randy." he paused "Pick up the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/feeds/7482229711440128384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/winter-camping.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586413732619667213/posts/default/7482229711440128384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586413732619667213/posts/default/7482229711440128384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/winter-camping.html' title='Winter Camping'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2586413732619667213.post-7330423464155488915</id><published>2010-02-17T10:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T10:28:52.558-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Winter Evening 1'/><title type='text'>Winter Evening 1</title><summary type='text'>It was one of those dreary mid-winter Saturday afternoons. The snow fall had begun sometime after midnight and it had been falling steadily ever since. I had cleared the driveway and walks twice all ready and I'd probably clear them at least once more before it got dark.I was looking out the window at the snow piling up on the patio when Megan, my wife, slipped her arm under mine.'Penny for your </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/feeds/7330423464155488915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/winter-evening-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586413732619667213/posts/default/7330423464155488915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586413732619667213/posts/default/7330423464155488915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/winter-evening-1.html' title='Winter Evening 1'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2586413732619667213.post-6004847270012297667</id><published>2010-02-17T10:25:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T10:29:18.959-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Winter Evening 2'/><title type='text'>Winter Evening 2</title><summary type='text'>Harry pushed most of my cock into his mouth. He used strong suction as he pulled back. At the end, he would swab my cockhead, then he would repeat the process.'Press the flat of your tongue against Jack's cock when you pull it out.' Tess took my cock out of her husband's mouth. 'Like this.'I don't know how she expected him to see what her tongue was doing to my cock, but I didn't care. Tess </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/feeds/6004847270012297667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/winter-evening-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586413732619667213/posts/default/6004847270012297667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586413732619667213/posts/default/6004847270012297667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/winter-evening-2.html' title='Winter Evening 2'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2586413732619667213.post-122522517467599272</id><published>2010-02-17T10:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T10:27:11.688-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Winter Wonderland'/><title type='text'>Winter Wonderland</title><summary type='text'>In Alaska, you can always count on a White Christmas.Which was good news to snowmachiners like Frank and his wife Rita, her friend Debbie and his friend Dave. With Frank and Rita’s advertising business starting to take off, they decided to buy a Christmas present for themselves--a cabin in the woods, 120 miles from town. The snow was thick enough for snowmachining, so they bought themselves four </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/feeds/122522517467599272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/winter-wonderland.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586413732619667213/posts/default/122522517467599272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586413732619667213/posts/default/122522517467599272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/winter-wonderland.html' title='Winter Wonderland'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2586413732619667213.post-9207323628086954109</id><published>2010-02-17T10:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T10:25:18.678-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Winter Wonderland 1'/><title type='text'>Winter Wonderland 1</title><summary type='text'>It was midwinter, and my best friend and I decided to take a weekend trip to my family's cabin in the mountains with our significant others. It was a long weekend, and none of us had Friday classes, so we figured if we took off on Thursday afternoon we could get back on Monday night. Thus, none of us would miss any classes, and we would have a cozy, romantic weekend full of cross country skiing, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/feeds/9207323628086954109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/winter-wonderland-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586413732619667213/posts/default/9207323628086954109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586413732619667213/posts/default/9207323628086954109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/winter-wonderland-1.html' title='Winter Wonderland 1'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2586413732619667213.post-2683702151746915767</id><published>2010-02-17T10:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T10:25:51.252-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Winter Wonderland 2'/><title type='text'>Winter Wonderland 2</title><summary type='text'>"What are you doing?" Neil cocked an eyebrow."I want you in my mouth."He didn't have to say anything. His cock jumped in anticipation. I looked up at him and met his eyes as I licked up the underside of his cock. Then I licked around the head, giving it special attention before thrusting my tongue into the slit at the top. I could taste the pre-cum and smell his musk, and it was fantastic. I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/feeds/2683702151746915767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/winter-wonderland-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586413732619667213/posts/default/2683702151746915767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586413732619667213/posts/default/2683702151746915767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/winter-wonderland-2.html' title='Winter Wonderland 2'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2586413732619667213.post-8218825622923096479</id><published>2010-02-17T10:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T10:24:09.220-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wisconsin Trio'/><title type='text'>Wisconsin Trio</title><summary type='text'>If you’ve read some of my other stories, you know that I’m a Bi-Male, have been trained to cuckold my ex and now my significant other. I also travel and try to meet up with couples from time to time for some great fun.Although I’m not real active on the swinger scene, I try to connect with a local couple once or twice a year when I travel, which is often as much as 15 to 20 weeks per year. This </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/feeds/8218825622923096479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/wisconsin-trio.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586413732619667213/posts/default/8218825622923096479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586413732619667213/posts/default/8218825622923096479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/wisconsin-trio.html' title='Wisconsin Trio'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2586413732619667213.post-8396779756280263547</id><published>2010-02-17T10:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T10:23:27.445-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wish of Jeanie 2'/><title type='text'>Wish of Jeanie 2</title><summary type='text'>"Oh yeah, suck it," Joe breathed as he twined the fingers of one hand into her hair, and squeezed her breasts with the other.Jeanie eagerly engulfed Joe's manhood, taking all of him that she could. She froze in place for a moment when Todd added two fingers plunging into her moist canal to his dancing tongue. Only a few seconds later, she was spiraling relentlessly toward climax.Jeanie lost </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/feeds/8396779756280263547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/wish-of-jeanie-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586413732619667213/posts/default/8396779756280263547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586413732619667213/posts/default/8396779756280263547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/wish-of-jeanie-2.html' title='Wish of Jeanie 2'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2586413732619667213.post-3136158240987587987</id><published>2010-02-17T10:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T10:22:58.414-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wish of Jeanie 1'/><title type='text'>Wish of Jeanie 1</title><summary type='text'>Jeanie waved goodbye to her two boys as her parents pulled away. She knew that she was going to miss them while they were gone for the weekend, but also knew that she needed the break.Unfortunately, that break wouldn't really start until she finished catching up on the housework. There were too many things that she'd put off, and she knew that she simply couldn't relax until each and every one of</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/feeds/3136158240987587987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/wish-of-jeanie-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586413732619667213/posts/default/3136158240987587987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586413732619667213/posts/default/3136158240987587987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/wish-of-jeanie-1.html' title='Wish of Jeanie 1'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2586413732619667213.post-5867867343376897084</id><published>2010-02-17T10:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T10:21:26.183-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Witches Dance 2'/><title type='text'>Witches Dance 2</title><summary type='text'>Rachel and I tenderly made love that day, several times. I watched her limber up and dance. We talked, we kissed, we went on walks through their garden. We made love inside, we made love outside in the fall leaves. I hoped deeply in my heart that Camille was having as good a time as I was. Then came time for bed, and we made love until we fell asleep.Sunday morning, I awoke to coffee, rolls, and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/feeds/5867867343376897084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/witches-dance-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586413732619667213/posts/default/5867867343376897084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586413732619667213/posts/default/5867867343376897084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/witches-dance-2.html' title='Witches Dance 2'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2586413732619667213.post-2935002592435961761</id><published>2010-02-17T09:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T10:01:57.169-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Witches Dance 1'/><title type='text'>Witches Dance 1</title><summary type='text'>Camille is my petite wife, 34B-22-34, dark hair, very good looking. She has always been very stylish and popular. Her solid French stock is apparent, and her exquisite taste in clothes, jewelry, and lingerie has always been a source of great pleasure to me. I love her with all my heart."Tim, we're late for the ward meeting. Remember, we need to drop off Brad and Jeremy with Nana for the weekend."</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/feeds/2935002592435961761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/witches-dance-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586413732619667213/posts/default/2935002592435961761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586413732619667213/posts/default/2935002592435961761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/witches-dance-1.html' title='Witches Dance 1'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2586413732619667213.post-4255665732974026041</id><published>2010-02-17T09:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T09:58:49.180-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='With A Little Help From My Friends 1'/><title type='text'>With A Little Help From My Friends 1</title><summary type='text'>Jenny had settled down, her flamboyant life style had been calmed by the act of marriage and her husband had shown her the benefits of monogamy. She was content with her standard semi in her standard suburb with her standard husband on a standard salary. But she yearned for a family. Her husband, who had been married before, had other views. His divorce had been particularly fraught and he had </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/feeds/4255665732974026041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/with-little-help-from-my-friends-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586413732619667213/posts/default/4255665732974026041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586413732619667213/posts/default/4255665732974026041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/with-little-help-from-my-friends-1.html' title='With A Little Help From My Friends 1'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2586413732619667213.post-3272571607552161719</id><published>2010-02-17T09:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T09:59:30.831-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='With A Little Help From My Friends 2'/><title type='text'>With A Little Help From My Friends 2</title><summary type='text'>"If you don't cooperate, I can always ring my buddies" he smirked, "and you wouldn't want your dear husband to have a fatal accident on the way back from the race track, would you?"Jenny gulped. She relaxed and Andy released his grip on her."Now we can do this the easy way of the hard way. Which would you prefer?" he asked. She looked at the line of eager black studs waiting to have their way </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/feeds/3272571607552161719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/with-little-help-from-my-friends-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586413732619667213/posts/default/3272571607552161719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586413732619667213/posts/default/3272571607552161719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/with-little-help-from-my-friends-2.html' title='With A Little Help From My Friends 2'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2586413732619667213.post-4038891619807326288</id><published>2010-02-17T04:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T04:38:06.921-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='With Another Couple 1'/><title type='text'>With Another Couple 1</title><summary type='text'>My name is Sharon and I'm 31. I'll be 32 in just under a month. My husband's name is Dave and he's a year older than me. His birthday and my birthday are just two days apart. We have been married for 3 1/2 years and currently do not have any children. Our sex life was pretty good before, having sex quite often. But like so many others, it became routine, and although I usually always had an </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/feeds/4038891619807326288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/with-another-couple-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586413732619667213/posts/default/4038891619807326288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586413732619667213/posts/default/4038891619807326288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/with-another-couple-1.html' title='With Another Couple 1'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2586413732619667213.post-2107891130526237969</id><published>2010-02-17T04:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T04:34:42.638-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='With Lynnie and Friends'/><title type='text'>With Lynnie and Friends</title><summary type='text'>Slim and 23, blonde and sassy, eager and bright, Lynnie came to spend a few days at my place in the country, to give me my birthday present: "I will do anything sexual that you want."The First AfternoonSOON AFTER her arrival we took a shower together. Her trim, sexy body glistened under the warm spray. Water drops clung to her hard pink nipples, moisture darkened and matted her thick pussy fur. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/feeds/2107891130526237969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/with-neighbor-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586413732619667213/posts/default/2107891130526237969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586413732619667213/posts/default/2107891130526237969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/with-neighbor-1.html' title='With Lynnie and Friends'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2586413732619667213.post-1045522776789198501</id><published>2010-02-17T04:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T04:41:35.637-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='With Another Couple 2'/><title type='text'>With Another Couple 2</title><summary type='text'>I knew that slut had some nice tits on her, but geezus, those are huge, he said. The bra I wore was especially revealing. It was sheer and tight against my chest. My boobs were three-fourths spilling out of it. It was one of Dave's favorite, if not the favorite. Nick then asked Dave if he was ready to come and if so, where did he want to. He looked at me and I smiled. I loved swallowing my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/feeds/1045522776789198501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/with-another-couple-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586413732619667213/posts/default/1045522776789198501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586413732619667213/posts/default/1045522776789198501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/with-another-couple-2.html' title='With Another Couple 2'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2586413732619667213.post-2100478915925351012</id><published>2010-02-17T04:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T04:25:56.286-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Within the Storm'/><title type='text'>Within the Storm</title><summary type='text'>It was not the sound of the sea, as it gently kissed the edge of the beach…. the gentle sighing that whispered in the air, was coming from the couple lying on the white sands. The sun had just set, and the sky was shimmering with colors that were alive and beautiful. The footprints in the sand traced the path that they had taken. They had shared an exquisite meal and a chilled bottle of wine at </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/feeds/2100478915925351012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/within-storm.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586413732619667213/posts/default/2100478915925351012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586413732619667213/posts/default/2100478915925351012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/within-storm.html' title='Within the Storm'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2586413732619667213.post-6098224541012401411</id><published>2010-02-17T04:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T04:23:55.141-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Witnessing 2'/><title type='text'>Witnessing 2</title><summary type='text'>Debra slipped her bra and blouse down and let them fall to the floor. She smirked at the low whistle she heard pass from Deak's lips as he took in her thong, now wet with the juices that she had been releasing since she saw his naked cock. Stepping from her heels, she made to move the thong from her pussy."Wait, babe," Deak said, as he moved his hands up Mandy's blouse and cupped her breasts. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/feeds/6098224541012401411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/witnessing-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586413732619667213/posts/default/6098224541012401411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586413732619667213/posts/default/6098224541012401411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/witnessing-2.html' title='Witnessing 2'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2586413732619667213.post-2183170647642781062</id><published>2010-02-17T04:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T04:21:50.231-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Witnessing 1'/><title type='text'>Witnessing 1</title><summary type='text'>He had been living in the area for about six months now. The church had decided to let him get settled before approaching him. Mandy had been chosen to approach the man, but not by herself. She was new to recruitment, so she was nervous. The butterflies in her stomach weren't really settled, either, even with Debra's expert knowledge beside her."Ma'am…Debra, I hope I make you proud," the young </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/feeds/2183170647642781062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/witnessing-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586413732619667213/posts/default/2183170647642781062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586413732619667213/posts/default/2183170647642781062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/witnessing-1.html' title='Witnessing 1'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2586413732619667213.post-1323284744484667903</id><published>2010-02-17T04:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T04:18:26.133-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Woman&apos;s Best Friend'/><title type='text'>Woman's Best Friend</title><summary type='text'>Let me begin this story by describing my gorgeous girlfriend, Brittany. She is 5-5, 125 lbs., long blonde hair, blue eyes and a sweet little ass. Her tits are all natural 34 C’s which give her the all-American Barby-Doll look. When I go out with her guy’s heads turn, especially when she wears tight pants or a tight shirt. Every time I see her naked I can’t help but stick my dick in her. Just this</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/feeds/1323284744484667903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/womans-best-friend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586413732619667213/posts/default/1323284744484667903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586413732619667213/posts/default/1323284744484667903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/womans-best-friend.html' title='Woman&apos;s Best Friend'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2586413732619667213.post-4387021148877519909</id><published>2010-02-17T04:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T04:14:30.181-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Woman&apos;s Guide for Sex with Select Men'/><title type='text'>Woman's Guide for Sex with Select Men</title><summary type='text'>The three of us had been close friends since college. Our husbands all were electrical engineers, who went to work for GE right out of school. We all were assigned to the Atlanta area, which is a great place for young couples because there are endless things to do.On January 16, 1988, we all received transfer notices to Burlington, Vermont, a city of 38,000 people. It was even worse then you can </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/feeds/4387021148877519909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/womans-guide-for-sex-with-select-men.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586413732619667213/posts/default/4387021148877519909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586413732619667213/posts/default/4387021148877519909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/womans-guide-for-sex-with-select-men.html' title='Woman&apos;s Guide for Sex with Select Men'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2586413732619667213.post-7933090468420922459</id><published>2010-02-17T04:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T04:11:58.444-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Women are Like Buses 2'/><title type='text'>Women are Like Buses 2</title><summary type='text'>She orgasmed rather quickly and moaned my name. A good sign I thought. Thinking about the situation I figured she was at her least likely time of the month to get pregnant as I had read to conceive a woman should ideally be mid cycle, 14 days from her period.I took a huge gamble and climbed on top, slipping my hard cock inside her. I slid deep but went in gently. She was fully aroused, totally </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/feeds/7933090468420922459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/women-are-like-buses-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586413732619667213/posts/default/7933090468420922459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586413732619667213/posts/default/7933090468420922459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/women-are-like-buses-2.html' title='Women are Like Buses 2'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2586413732619667213.post-2339053031612256963</id><published>2010-02-17T04:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T04:10:44.598-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Women are Like Buses 1'/><title type='text'>Women are Like Buses 1</title><summary type='text'>Eleven years later I was working nights at Heathrow Airport as a cleaner in a bulding that makes airplane food. At the time it was the second largest facility of its kind in the world and even survived the downturn in business after the 9/11 disaster in New York. I had been there almost 4 years by July 2004...in that time I had been with only two women due to a lack of social life forcing me to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/feeds/2339053031612256963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/women-are-like-buses-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586413732619667213/posts/default/2339053031612256963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586413732619667213/posts/default/2339053031612256963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/women-are-like-buses-1.html' title='Women are Like Buses 1'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2586413732619667213.post-5488556571122855318</id><published>2010-02-17T04:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T04:03:30.146-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wonderful Evening'/><title type='text'>Wonderful Evening</title><summary type='text'>I am 6'1 a fairly good looking Man, aged 43 divorced in a teaching profession. This is a story about how I had my first threesome, before I start the story, I would request the readers to comment on the story I have written this being my second attempt to write.After my divorce, I have restricted my social life to physical fitness, reading and occasionally looking up few good friends whom I have </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/feeds/5488556571122855318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/wonderful-evening.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586413732619667213/posts/default/5488556571122855318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586413732619667213/posts/default/5488556571122855318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/wonderful-evening.html' title='Wonderful Evening'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2586413732619667213.post-8946477173581678656</id><published>2010-02-17T03:59:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T04:01:00.312-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wonderful Neighbors'/><title type='text'>Wonderful Neighbors</title><summary type='text'>They had become our closest friends. Since moving to Florida we had not had much time with work and the kids' schools to meet many people. Luckily, John and Anna lived next door and had befriended us on the day we moved in. They were close to the same age yet a few years older and we all seemed to hit it off well from that very first day. John was the large muscular type that is always helpful to</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/feeds/8946477173581678656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/wonderful-neighbors.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586413732619667213/posts/default/8946477173581678656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586413732619667213/posts/default/8946477173581678656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/wonderful-neighbors.html' title='Wonderful Neighbors'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2586413732619667213.post-5349199527491834723</id><published>2010-02-17T03:59:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T03:59:51.731-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Word Foreplay'/><title type='text'>Word Foreplay</title><summary type='text'>A fresh dusting of snow lightly covered the grass as Tina pulled into Frank and Marci's driveway. It was early evening, and the promised whitening had begun. Tina knew that fellow weather-geek Frank would have the latest details.Tina bundled up her jacket against the cold wind that hit her as she stepped from the car. As she walked up to the front door, she playfully stuck out her tongue, trying </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/feeds/5349199527491834723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/word-foreplay.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586413732619667213/posts/default/5349199527491834723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586413732619667213/posts/default/5349199527491834723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/word-foreplay.html' title='Word Foreplay'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2586413732619667213.post-3756650881613336654</id><published>2010-02-17T03:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T04:06:26.284-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Women of Nithia'/><title type='text'>Women of Nithia</title><summary type='text'>They came up the stairs, clanging armor and swords, creaking leather, grunting voices sounding louder as the thumping of their feet grew stronger and stronger on the stone steps, echoing off the slate gray blocks making up the walls of the circular staircase leading up to the women's quarters. The landing at the top of the stairs was wide with a brilliant tapestry over the cold steps. Two wide </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/feeds/3756650881613336654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/women-of-nithia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586413732619667213/posts/default/3756650881613336654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586413732619667213/posts/default/3756650881613336654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/women-of-nithia.html' title='Women of Nithia'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2586413732619667213.post-2065660252095625527</id><published>2010-02-17T03:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T03:59:02.012-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wordless Encounter'/><title type='text'>Wordless Encounter</title><summary type='text'>I stood there in the door way not really sure what to do next. She looked up at me and smiled. She couldn't have weighed more than 100 lbs soaking wet, but she was perfectly proportioned and beautiful. She was naked. Her breasts were perfectly formed with upturned nipples that were hard as rocks. Her ass was nicely shaped and her pussy was shaved except for a little tuff of hair that rested on </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/feeds/2065660252095625527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/wordless-encounter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586413732619667213/posts/default/2065660252095625527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586413732619667213/posts/default/2065660252095625527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/wordless-encounter.html' title='Wordless Encounter'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2586413732619667213.post-5558101542520952611</id><published>2010-02-17T03:47:00.004-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T03:57:45.815-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Words On a Page 5'/><title type='text'>Words On a Page 5</title><summary type='text'>Nora had been double penetrated countless time those first couple of days. Soon, as the days passed, the challenge became to see how many cocks could be stuffed in her cunt or in her ass at one time. She had taken three massive cocks in her cunt at one time and passed out.Other times as she rested hanging on the wall she would be teased and tormented. The men would take their automotive tools and</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/feeds/5558101542520952611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/words-on-page-5.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586413732619667213/posts/default/5558101542520952611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586413732619667213/posts/default/5558101542520952611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/words-on-page-5.html' title='Words On a Page 5'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2586413732619667213.post-8660280897128101939</id><published>2010-02-17T03:47:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T03:56:38.471-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Words On a Page 4'/><title type='text'>Words On a Page 4</title><summary type='text'>Sunday was hell for Nora. The hangover and the devastating reaming that Ricky and Jeff had given her in the car hurt beyond belief. Her vagina was chaffed and red, and the two had so stretched her that she was sure she would never recover. As she stared at the black leather book in front of her, she was sure of one thing. No matter if and how the book had changed her sex life over the past week, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/feeds/8660280897128101939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/words-on-page-4.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586413732619667213/posts/default/8660280897128101939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586413732619667213/posts/default/8660280897128101939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/words-on-page-4.html' title='Words On a Page 4'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2586413732619667213.post-5554287477412976960</id><published>2010-02-17T03:47:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T03:54:27.618-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Words On a Page 3'/><title type='text'>Words On a Page 3</title><summary type='text'>Nora Weldon couldn’t have been more right about paying a price the next day. She could hardly walk or sit from the incredible sexual bout with the two plumbers yesterday. As she gently shifted her sore rear in the chair at the breakfast table, she stared at the pages of the old journal, rereading the pages she had written. “It all happened just like I wrote,” she thought as the read her </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/feeds/5554287477412976960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/words-on-page-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586413732619667213/posts/default/5554287477412976960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586413732619667213/posts/default/5554287477412976960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/words-on-page-3.html' title='Words On a Page 3'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2586413732619667213.post-5148343666889841282</id><published>2010-02-17T03:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T03:53:28.616-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Words On a Page 2'/><title type='text'>Words On a Page 2</title><summary type='text'>She hadn’t wanted to come. She wanted to come when he did, at the same time, the surf-crashing crescendo of movies and soft-core romance novels. But she couldn’t help it. Her body, not her heart, said it was time and she threw her head back, gasping for air as she shook and twitched. Her muscles contracted, then released, then grabbed again as if a live electrical wire had touched her. It was so </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/feeds/5148343666889841282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/words-on-page-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586413732619667213/posts/default/5148343666889841282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586413732619667213/posts/default/5148343666889841282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/words-on-page-2.html' title='Words On a Page 2'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2586413732619667213.post-7919253202000561964</id><published>2010-02-17T03:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T03:49:59.247-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Words On a Page  1'/><title type='text'>Words On a Page 1</title><summary type='text'>Nora Weldon was far from perfect. She was tall, well educated and the body of a Las Vegas showgirl. In undergraduate and grad school she had been called Barbie, out of jealousy or lust by the other women and men. Either way, it hurt. Because honestly speaking, that’s what she looked like and she knew it. Long legs and big tits, as she described herself. Even though she took more pride in her IQ </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/feeds/7919253202000561964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/words-on-page-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586413732619667213/posts/default/7919253202000561964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586413732619667213/posts/default/7919253202000561964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/words-on-page-1.html' title='Words On a Page 1'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2586413732619667213.post-2455343509349823614</id><published>2010-02-17T03:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T03:47:16.448-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work Trip'/><title type='text'>Work Trip</title><summary type='text'>I was traveling with my workmate, Jim, to several of our company's field offices around the US. We were good pals, which made the 2-week work trip a lot more fun that it might've been otherwise. I'd recently broken up with a girl that I'd been going with for a few years and, to be honest, I was fucking horny. Jim was one of those perpetually single types - you know, a different girl every week. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/feeds/2455343509349823614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/work-trip.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586413732619667213/posts/default/2455343509349823614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586413732619667213/posts/default/2455343509349823614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/work-trip.html' title='Work Trip'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2586413732619667213.post-5991028958031640052</id><published>2010-02-17T03:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T03:46:20.548-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Making a Sandwich'/><title type='text'>Making a Sandwich</title><summary type='text'>Wendy and Rob were shocked and horrified to see John Miller - Pop Miller's son who would one day take over the store - in the doorway clapping at their performance."John!" Rob said hoarsely, frozen and unable to move... it wasn't like pulling out of Wendy's ass was going to suddenly change the situation, and he was too in shock to even try."That was beautiful," John said, looking over them with a</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/feeds/5991028958031640052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/making-sandwich.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586413732619667213/posts/default/5991028958031640052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586413732619667213/posts/default/5991028958031640052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/making-sandwich.html' title='Making a Sandwich'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2586413732619667213.post-7823374061262032496</id><published>2010-02-17T03:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T03:45:28.212-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Worked Out  Worked Over 2'/><title type='text'>Worked Out  Worked Over 2</title><summary type='text'>Mandy rolled off onto the floor, breathing heavily, but still with her eyes fixed on Rick's cock as he knelt between Nicole's legs, fingers still inside her pussy."Please, let me go now," Nicole managed to stammer."Not yet. You'll go when I've finished with you." Rick wasn't unkind, just forceful.This time, Mandy couldn't be stopped, and she reached out to replace Rick's hand on his long thick </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/feeds/7823374061262032496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/worked-out-worked-over-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586413732619667213/posts/default/7823374061262032496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586413732619667213/posts/default/7823374061262032496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/worked-out-worked-over-2.html' title='Worked Out  Worked Over 2'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2586413732619667213.post-4504148029398861309</id><published>2010-02-17T03:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T03:44:55.664-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Worked Out  Worked Over 1'/><title type='text'>Worked Out  Worked Over 1</title><summary type='text'>Nicole hated the treadmill, but it was a necessary evil - she was proud of how her body had changed over the last few months - thighs and butt now toned and firm, stomach flat; it was worth the effort. As she ran, she tried to zone out, letting the music from her iPod fill her brain, displacing the messages from her aching knees and bursting lungs. She would have closed her eyes were it not for </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/feeds/4504148029398861309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/worked-out-worked-over-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586413732619667213/posts/default/4504148029398861309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586413732619667213/posts/default/4504148029398861309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/worked-out-worked-over-1.html' title='Worked Out  Worked Over 1'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2586413732619667213.post-136507912610266223</id><published>2010-01-14T03:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T03:01:56.369-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Working Girls 2'/><title type='text'>Working Girls 2</title><summary type='text'>Tom was in a sexual zone he’d never been before. These two babes knew just how to get his cock inflamed without pushing him over the edge. It was a weird feeling. He’d had just enough beer that his senses were just the slightest bit dulled, thus taking the edge off his need to cum. But the weed had heightened his senses so that every time Linda’s sugar walls gripped his cock, it sent little bolts</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/feeds/136507912610266223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/working-girls-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586413732619667213/posts/default/136507912610266223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586413732619667213/posts/default/136507912610266223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/working-girls-2.html' title='Working Girls 2'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2586413732619667213.post-3435431499214080220</id><published>2010-01-14T02:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T03:01:35.632-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Working Girls 1'/><title type='text'>Working Girls 1</title><summary type='text'>Jessie and Linda coolly eyed their latest catch with a practiced look as Tom made his way through the crowded bar to where they sat in a corner booth.Tom was the cute new guy on the fifth floor of their company’s office that some of the girls had been talking about. One girl, in particular, had gone out with him a couple of times, and had reported that he was a quiet guy who carried a big stick. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/feeds/3435431499214080220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/working-girls-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586413732619667213/posts/default/3435431499214080220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586413732619667213/posts/default/3435431499214080220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/working-girls-1.html' title='Working Girls 1'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2586413732619667213.post-4909886483364122433</id><published>2010-01-14T02:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T02:59:28.406-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Working Late 1'/><title type='text'>Working Late 1</title><summary type='text'>It was one of those days when everything seemed to go wrong. I'd worked far later than usual at the office, needing to stay until the reports I'd been waiting on had been compiled before I could leave. As it was, I'd be catching the next to last tram of the evening, and though the trip itself was only a twenty minute ride to where my car was parked, it was another thirty minutes drive home after </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/feeds/4909886483364122433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/working-late-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586413732619667213/posts/default/4909886483364122433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586413732619667213/posts/default/4909886483364122433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/working-late-1.html' title='Working Late 1'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2586413732619667213.post-1583198798131468663</id><published>2010-01-14T02:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T03:00:00.791-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Working Late 2'/><title type='text'>Working Late 2</title><summary type='text'>"Whaaa?" she spoke sleepily, trying to come awake, only then realizing what was actually going on."Tom?"I answered her by sucking her clit between my lips. She sighed pleasurably, her hands coming up to entangle themselves in my hair.**We had both lost a bit of sleep, but it had been certainly well worth it. I still felt a bit guilty, knowing fully why I had gotten home still horny and aroused, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/feeds/1583198798131468663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/working-late-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586413732619667213/posts/default/1583198798131468663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586413732619667213/posts/default/1583198798131468663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/working-late-2.html' title='Working Late 2'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2586413732619667213.post-1842660057998513086</id><published>2010-01-14T02:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T02:57:35.272-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Overtime Working'/><title type='text'>Overtime Working</title><summary type='text'>It was 4 p.m. and the office was shutting down for the day. Stephanie Thompkins was at her desk looking through the stack of correspondence that must be taken care of in the morning, when the phone rang. It was him. "Be in my office in five minutes," she said and hung up the phone. The thought of having the building's electrician she had been flirting with in her office set her heart racing. Five</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/feeds/1842660057998513086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/overtime-working.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586413732619667213/posts/default/1842660057998513086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586413732619667213/posts/default/1842660057998513086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/overtime-working.html' title='Overtime Working'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2586413732619667213.post-4486370797687880529</id><published>2010-01-14T02:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T02:53:01.216-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Working Relations'/><title type='text'>Working Relations</title><summary type='text'>With the state of today’s economy I am thankful to just to have a job. Having one I enjoy is a bonus, especially on that allows me the freedoms I have. The potential in her coworkers is just a fringe benefit.Like the Brothers, different as their ages, I know the family resemblance. Both are tall and dark, one lean and hard, the younger still carrying a hint of baby fat. Farm boys growing up they </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/feeds/4486370797687880529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/working-relations.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586413732619667213/posts/default/4486370797687880529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586413732619667213/posts/default/4486370797687880529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/working-relations.html' title='Working Relations'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2586413732619667213.post-6296698732369375880</id><published>2010-01-14T02:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T02:51:28.383-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Workout Session'/><title type='text'>Workout Session</title><summary type='text'>My husband and I work hard and lead busy lives. With two kids, professional careers and a house in the suburbs, we've lost the time we used to have to explore new aspects of our relationship. After fourteen years together, we spice it up as much as we can, including role playing, video taping our love making sessions and having sex in public places on occasion. But lately I've fantasized about </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/feeds/6296698732369375880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/workout-session.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586413732619667213/posts/default/6296698732369375880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586413732619667213/posts/default/6296698732369375880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/workout-session.html' title='Workout Session'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2586413732619667213.post-3986864902231303464</id><published>2010-01-14T02:48:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T02:54:24.300-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Working Overtime 2'/><title type='text'>Working Overtime 2</title><summary type='text'>Nicky still seemed to be in the trance-like state she was earlier and I now noticed that her hand was idly stroking between her legs. She caught my glance and looked up at me."Martin if I don't cum in a minute I think I'm going to explode..." I wasn't sure whether she wanted to play with herself or for me to do it for her so I tentatively reached forward and stroked the inside of her thighs. "Sod</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/feeds/3986864902231303464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/working-overtime-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586413732619667213/posts/default/3986864902231303464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586413732619667213/posts/default/3986864902231303464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/working-overtime-2.html' title='Working Overtime 2'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2586413732619667213.post-8827895154488468666</id><published>2010-01-14T02:48:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T02:53:54.346-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Working Overtime 1'/><title type='text'>Working Overtime 1</title><summary type='text'>Many years ago I worked for a major company in Watford and every year a reunion would be held so that people who had met on courses and worked together in other offices could get together to reminisce and, of course renew old "acquaintances." They were usually quite raucous and boozy affairs, and the coach trip back to Watford was often the occasion for a few fumblings in the gloom of the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/feeds/8827895154488468666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/working-overtime-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586413732619667213/posts/default/8827895154488468666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586413732619667213/posts/default/8827895154488468666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/working-overtime-1.html' title='Working Overtime 1'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2586413732619667213.post-2091219860062611995</id><published>2010-01-14T02:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T02:52:16.925-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Working to Please'/><title type='text'>Working to Please</title><summary type='text'>A few days went by and I had finished a few more small jobs, my business had really done well in the past month and I thought it might be time to wind down and enjoy some time off. I got a call from Tammy on Friday; she said she was having some trouble with the tub.I asked her what was wrong and she said she could not get it hot enough, I told her I would come over that evening after I showered </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/feeds/2091219860062611995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/working-to-please.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586413732619667213/posts/default/2091219860062611995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586413732619667213/posts/default/2091219860062611995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/working-to-please.html' title='Working to Please'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2586413732619667213.post-4477518606076556050</id><published>2010-01-14T02:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T02:49:40.509-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Workplace Surprises'/><title type='text'>Workplace Surprises</title><summary type='text'>I had been with the company for 8 years. Sabrina and I had been hired only a week apart and she seemed really happy when I was promoted to assistant manager.After work, there were a few of us who would go to the bar downstairs on a weekly basis, and let of some steam. We would have a few drinks, make fun of each other, and everyone seemed to flirt with everyone else. Sabrina and I seemed to have </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/feeds/4477518606076556050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/workplace-surprises.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586413732619667213/posts/default/4477518606076556050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586413732619667213/posts/default/4477518606076556050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/workplace-surprises.html' title='Workplace Surprises'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2586413732619667213.post-4551501476895637590</id><published>2010-01-14T02:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T02:48:37.023-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Works Well with Others 3'/><title type='text'>Works Well with Others 3</title><summary type='text'>Lyssa lifted herself off my cock in order to get her breath. She sat up and wiped off her chin, probably one of the sexiest things I've ever seen. She crawled up between Jen and myself and gave each of us a kiss in turn. She kneeled between us and grabbed my cock with one hand and used her other hand to play with Jen's pussy. The two of us lay back on the bed while Lyssa got off on having us both</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/feeds/4551501476895637590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/works-well-with-others-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586413732619667213/posts/default/4551501476895637590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586413732619667213/posts/default/4551501476895637590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/works-well-with-others-3.html' title='Works Well with Others 3'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2586413732619667213.post-5284043909863584594</id><published>2010-01-14T02:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T02:47:55.961-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Works Well with Others 1'/><title type='text'>Works Well with Others 1</title><summary type='text'>The landing was rough. There's no delicate way to put it - I was scared shitless. I looked over at my associate, Lyssa, in the seat next to me and noticed that she, too, was trying to put on a brave face. I tried to give a brave smile. but I knew she wasn't buying it.Thunder and lightning crashed outside the window of the plane, the pitch-black skies turning the morning into night."Shit," I heard</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/feeds/5284043909863584594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/works-well-with-others-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586413732619667213/posts/default/5284043909863584594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586413732619667213/posts/default/5284043909863584594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/works-well-with-others-1.html' title='Works Well with Others 1'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2586413732619667213.post-3372685850272133716</id><published>2010-01-14T02:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T02:48:14.670-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Works Well with Others 2'/><title type='text'>Works Well with Others 2</title><summary type='text'>"Maybe you can go fruit picking some other time," she said.I sighed. I was disappointed, and not sure when that time would ever come, but I did feel considerably more relaxed.That didn't stop either one of us from upping the flirtation ante, though. I got my chance to do some groping out of the ever-watchful gaze of the security cameras, and on a couple of occasions I managed to get close enough </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/feeds/3372685850272133716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/works-well-with-others-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586413732619667213/posts/default/3372685850272133716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586413732619667213/posts/default/3372685850272133716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/works-well-with-others-2.html' title='Works Well with Others 2'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2586413732619667213.post-6868429286430856658</id><published>2010-01-14T02:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T02:46:30.776-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='World Cup'/><title type='text'>World Cup</title><summary type='text'>World Cup fever was running rampart. Cars drove down the street flying their favorite nationality flags.My husband Rick had planned a "World Cup Party" for the guys to watch the final game on out big screen TV.He had invited fifteen of his buddies and spared no expense to entertain them while they watched the match.The Recreation room bar was well stocked with every king of liquor and beer you </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/feeds/6868429286430856658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/world-cup.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586413732619667213/posts/default/6868429286430856658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586413732619667213/posts/default/6868429286430856658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/world-cup.html' title='World Cup'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2586413732619667213.post-8266180528451224387</id><published>2010-01-14T02:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T02:45:32.138-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Worshipping Jack'/><title type='text'>Worshipping Jack</title><summary type='text'>I recently posted a story on this site called "Bachelorette CFNM". I have been asked repeatedly if it's a true story - yes it is! I do not find "fiction" erotic in most cases. I really love the real thing involving real people. In this spirit, I would like to retell a story told to me by my good friend, Debby. Debby is 5 years younger than I, and an absolute knockout. She is happily married to an</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/feeds/8266180528451224387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/worshipping-jack.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586413732619667213/posts/default/8266180528451224387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586413732619667213/posts/default/8266180528451224387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/worshipping-jack.html' title='Worshipping Jack'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2586413732619667213.post-1717317904461506580</id><published>2010-01-14T02:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T02:44:09.272-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Would She Dare? 2'/><title type='text'>Would She Dare? 2</title><summary type='text'>"Margaret," he snapped suddenly, "Jennifer's right out there. What if she hears?""Maybe she'll join us," his wife teased him, pluging down on his suddenly rock hard cock. She took it as deeply into her throat as possible, and then began to make her glottis spasm, if if she were swallowing. This massaged his head inside her throat, and always drove Steve crazy."Shit, Margaret, don't stop, don't </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/feeds/1717317904461506580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/would-she-dare-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586413732619667213/posts/default/1717317904461506580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586413732619667213/posts/default/1717317904461506580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/would-she-dare-2.html' title='Would She Dare? 2'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2586413732619667213.post-7475270274281711703</id><published>2010-01-14T02:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T02:43:48.825-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Would She Dare? 1'/><title type='text'>Would She Dare? 1</title><summary type='text'>Margaret had long kept quiet about a desire to participate in a threesome with a man and another woman. She was no lesbian, not even really bisexual. But she did like looking at pretty girls, and she thought the site of another, naked pretty girl making love to the same man as her would be highly erotic. And, if she were honets with herself, she found the idea of a few accidental brushes of soft,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/feeds/7475270274281711703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/would-she-dare-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586413732619667213/posts/default/7475270274281711703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586413732619667213/posts/default/7475270274281711703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/would-she-dare-1.html' title='Would She Dare? 1'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2586413732619667213.post-3621983928859149862</id><published>2010-01-14T02:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T02:41:20.944-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wrap Party 2'/><title type='text'>Wrap Party 2</title><summary type='text'>Meanwhile, Randy had attacked Megan's breasts the way she was attacking Mike's dick -- con mucho gusto. It's a cliche of sorts, but his cocoa against her alabaster made an exciting contrast. There's something primal about black on white, even for those of us who've left race behind, something that never quite goes away.Megan's hand groped for him, and found a tool worthy of the name. The fucker </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/feeds/3621983928859149862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/wrap-party-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586413732619667213/posts/default/3621983928859149862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586413732619667213/posts/default/3621983928859149862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/wrap-party-2.html' title='Wrap Party 2'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2586413732619667213.post-1895100411338304475</id><published>2010-01-14T02:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T02:40:45.852-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wrap Party 1'/><title type='text'>Wrap Party 1</title><summary type='text'>What a project.We'd worked together for about six weeks, mostly in a compact command post set up in a fish-bowl conference room at our main supplier's offices. Freelancers all, we each had our areas of expertise, with some overlap, and we all knew the complexities involved. We were a fairly diverse bunch: four men from their twenties to forties, and one thirty- something woman.It was a job worth </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/feeds/1895100411338304475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/wrap-party-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586413732619667213/posts/default/1895100411338304475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586413732619667213/posts/default/1895100411338304475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/wrap-party-1.html' title='Wrap Party 1'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2586413732619667213.post-3140884095592872968</id><published>2010-01-14T02:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T02:39:52.007-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wrapping Her Dreams'/><title type='text'>Wrapping Her Dreams</title><summary type='text'>It's difficult to be what I am, you never know with whom you will end up in bed. Feeling all those strange bodies, but with her it was different, completely different. The soft touch of her hands, the silky sensation of her skin and the smooth caress of her lips made me forget about my duty and swept me out like in a dream.The first time she touched me... I can't forget. I fell in love with her </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/feeds/3140884095592872968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/wrapping-her-dreams.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586413732619667213/posts/default/3140884095592872968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586413732619667213/posts/default/3140884095592872968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/wrapping-her-dreams.html' title='Wrapping Her Dreams'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2586413732619667213.post-6238150764560829532</id><published>2010-01-14T02:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T02:39:01.200-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Writer&apos;s Compensation'/><title type='text'>Writer's Compensation</title><summary type='text'>The article was due the next day for the science magazine. Science was a topic Janis hated in high school and she hated it even more that night. It was on the mating habits of some kind of mammal, a cheetah or something, anything to pay rent this month. Janis's roommates, Max and Greg, laughed at this. The three of them were being starving artists together. Max was a painter and Greg a musician. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/feeds/6238150764560829532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/writers-compensation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586413732619667213/posts/default/6238150764560829532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586413732619667213/posts/default/6238150764560829532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/writers-compensation.html' title='Writer&apos;s Compensation'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2586413732619667213.post-1274875369171228162</id><published>2010-01-14T02:35:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T02:38:20.003-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Writing His Own Happy Ending'/><title type='text'>Writing His Own Happy Ending</title><summary type='text'>Terrance Madison looked around the crowded ballroom, hoping for a glimpse of her, not seeing her anywhere. For a brief moment, all his old insecurities came flooding back to him.Terrance pushed them back down -- way, way down, because there was no logical reason to have them any more. At 43, he looked great -- better than he had some 25 years earlier. He was rich and successful, having written 4 </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/feeds/1274875369171228162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/writing-his-own-happy-ending.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586413732619667213/posts/default/1274875369171228162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586413732619667213/posts/default/1274875369171228162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/writing-his-own-happy-ending.html' title='Writing His Own Happy Ending'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2586413732619667213.post-2203564756742187867</id><published>2010-01-14T02:35:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T02:35:42.041-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wrong End of Town'/><title type='text'>Wrong End of Town</title><summary type='text'>It was getting dark and I had no clue where we were, apart from the fact that we were in an obviously dubious part of Miami. I hated that part of the trip. Almost every time I get lost on the way from the airport to the highway that takes us, or should take us, down to the Keys. Now it was almost dark and the car just died. It was a hot and steamy night and all I could hear was a thump thump </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/feeds/2203564756742187867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/wrong-end-of-town.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586413732619667213/posts/default/2203564756742187867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586413732619667213/posts/default/2203564756742187867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/wrong-end-of-town.html' title='Wrong End of Town'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2586413732619667213.post-5101487877250074387</id><published>2010-01-14T02:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T02:34:48.638-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wrong House'/><title type='text'>Wrong House</title><summary type='text'>It was a typical fall Thursday night; nothing going on, and nothing on TV. Jack, Jarod and Billy were just sitting around their apartment, lounging on their second hand couches, watching the TV guide channel for something good."Fuck it, man," Jarod said and went into the kitchen. Jack and Billy watched him go and then come back with some cold beers from the fridge. Jarod tossed one to each of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/feeds/5101487877250074387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/wrong-house.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586413732619667213/posts/default/5101487877250074387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586413732619667213/posts/default/5101487877250074387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/wrong-house.html' title='Wrong House'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2586413732619667213.post-6381303892648935235</id><published>2010-01-14T02:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T02:33:45.746-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WXXC'/><title type='text'>WXXC</title><summary type='text'>Thursday night was always party night at the small suitcase college I attended in the late 80's. Whether or not the events that follow occurred on a Thursday night I cannot be sure. I enter this only as a frame of reference for the events that follow.My roommate Wade and I had been rooming for the 1st of what would be 4 years together total. We participated on a sports team together, were members</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/feeds/6381303892648935235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/wxxc.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586413732619667213/posts/default/6381303892648935235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586413732619667213/posts/default/6381303892648935235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/wxxc.html' title='WXXC'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2586413732619667213.post-7344865942075784755</id><published>2010-01-14T02:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T02:32:58.927-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='X Factor 2'/><title type='text'>X Factor 2</title><summary type='text'>I let Sara in and it was obvious she was in the mood, in short order we were going at it on the couch. I was just reaching my peak when the door opened and Patty walked in.She took one look and hit the roof. Now that was a surprise, she had never said anything about it when she was there so why in the hell should she be upset now?"You don't go fucking around behind my back!" she yelled."But....."</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/feeds/7344865942075784755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/x-factor-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586413732619667213/posts/default/7344865942075784755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586413732619667213/posts/default/7344865942075784755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/x-factor-2.html' title='X Factor 2'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2586413732619667213.post-4713396830522203164</id><published>2010-01-14T02:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T02:32:30.338-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='X Factor 1'/><title type='text'>X Factor 1</title><summary type='text'>That's what we always called it in my family anyway. The "X" factor.I have no idea why but my dad said that many times, it meant we did something we knew were weren't supposed to do but did it anyway."X factor" was the consequence, there always was one and sometimes we didn't like it.Like the time my mom made doughnuts, she always made them when it snowed the first time. I was about 10 and I knew</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/feeds/4713396830522203164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/x-factor-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586413732619667213/posts/default/4713396830522203164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586413732619667213/posts/default/4713396830522203164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/x-factor-1.html' title='X Factor 1'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2586413732619667213.post-5115007093819121756</id><published>2010-01-14T02:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T02:31:23.826-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='XLIII'/><title type='text'>XLIII</title><summary type='text'>It was an old story, I know. The young woman who's struggling to pay her way through college. Realizes that she can make a pile of cash quickly if she's willing to take advantage of all of her assets. Great multi-tasking and organizational skills only got her 10 bucks an hour working in an office. But a little T&amp;A could bring much more, and she'd have plenty of time for studying the rest of the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/feeds/5115007093819121756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/xliii.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586413732619667213/posts/default/5115007093819121756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586413732619667213/posts/default/5115007093819121756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/xliii.html' title='XLIII'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2586413732619667213.post-8292598068997856634</id><published>2010-01-13T05:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T05:10:05.340-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Xmas Xcess 6'/><title type='text'>Xmas Xcess 6</title><summary type='text'>Ann didn't slow down.It was a mind-bending, un-real orgasm--a long, powerful explosion of sexual energy that shook every molecule in Cindy's body. Fortunately for Jessie, she opened her mouth and gasped with pleasure as the tidal wave of passion struck. Ann struggled to hold on to Cindy's thrashing thighs as a flood of pussy juice gushed into her mouth.Ray felt Cindy's sphincter muscles tighten </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/feeds/8292598068997856634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/xmas-xcess-6.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586413732619667213/posts/default/8292598068997856634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586413732619667213/posts/default/8292598068997856634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/xmas-xcess-6.html' title='Xmas Xcess 6'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2586413732619667213.post-5577493699354459662</id><published>2010-01-13T05:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T05:08:51.638-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Xmas Xcess 5'/><title type='text'>Xmas Xcess 5</title><summary type='text'>The other girls began teasing Robin while encouraging Ray who was unbuttoning her shirt."Looks like it's Robin's turn to do the dirty deed," said Sue."Looks like those weren't two big cantaloupes in her shirt, after all," teased Ann, as Ray pulled it open, revealing Robin's large, shapely breasts."Looks like those two are company and we three are a crowd," said Cindy, as Ray began to squeeze </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/feeds/5577493699354459662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/xmas-xcess-5.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586413732619667213/posts/default/5577493699354459662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586413732619667213/posts/default/5577493699354459662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/xmas-xcess-5.html' title='Xmas Xcess 5'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2586413732619667213.post-1138750111969115568</id><published>2010-01-13T05:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T05:08:24.266-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Xmas Xcess 4'/><title type='text'>Xmas Xcess 4</title><summary type='text'>It was time for the games to begin. With hands on hips, she gave her nude body one last, quick inspection. Content, if not pleased, with what she saw, Cindy dabbed some perfume on various strategic parts of her anatomy and left to rejoin her waiting lovers.The guys stood and cheered when she sauntered back into the room wearing nothing but perfume and a big smile. Ray handed her a tall, strong </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/feeds/1138750111969115568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/xmas-xcess-4.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586413732619667213/posts/default/1138750111969115568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586413732619667213/posts/default/1138750111969115568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/xmas-xcess-4.html' title='Xmas Xcess 4'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2586413732619667213.post-6275410028554579211</id><published>2010-01-13T05:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T05:07:19.115-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Xmas Xcess 3'/><title type='text'>Xmas Xcess 3</title><summary type='text'>In the end, they returned to the missionary position. As their passion mounted, Ray lifted her legs up and forced them back towards Cindy's chest. It gave him unrestricted access to her perfect pussy which he filled with every inch of his wonderful cock.They reached a mind blowing mutual orgasm which left them dazed and exhausted. Ray gently lowered Cindy's legs and they both sighed with </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/feeds/6275410028554579211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/xmas-xcess-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586413732619667213/posts/default/6275410028554579211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586413732619667213/posts/default/6275410028554579211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/xmas-xcess-3.html' title='Xmas Xcess 3'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2586413732619667213.post-6997752630563354416</id><published>2010-01-13T05:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T05:06:50.557-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Xmas Xcess 2'/><title type='text'>Xmas Xcess 2</title><summary type='text'>Only after she felt his cock begin to soften, did she release Bill's dick from her mouth, allowing it to fall limply between his quivering thighs. Cindy smiled and leaned back to admire the results of her blowjob.That movement reminded her there were two cocks stuffed inside her body. While both had softened, they still exerted a pleasant pressure. But, she was exhausted and her body ached from </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/feeds/6997752630563354416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/xmas-xcess-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586413732619667213/posts/default/6997752630563354416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586413732619667213/posts/default/6997752630563354416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/xmas-xcess-2.html' title='Xmas Xcess 2'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2586413732619667213.post-8768617013600925772</id><published>2010-01-13T05:01:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T05:05:18.853-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Xmas Xcess 1'/><title type='text'>Xmas Xcess 1</title><summary type='text'>The thick column of hard flesh maintained a steady rhythm of lust and need as it surged past the stretched opening to her body. The slick, unyielding cock jammed its engorged head ever deeper into her churning pussy. With each demanding stroke, Cindy Forester shivered with pleasure and growing passion.She had no idea how long Ray had been kneeling between her outstretched legs hammering his flesh</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/feeds/8768617013600925772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/xmas-xcess-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586413732619667213/posts/default/8768617013600925772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586413732619667213/posts/default/8768617013600925772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/xmas-xcess-1.html' title='Xmas Xcess 1'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2586413732619667213.post-5071927758624465774</id><published>2010-01-13T05:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T05:02:24.574-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='xravex'/><title type='text'>xravex</title><summary type='text'>After I graduated college I went to the city to live with my aunt while looking for work and a place of my own.. She lived in a second story apartment over a flower shop. After a few weeks, petting cats and watching infomercials got to me and I decided to go check out this club a few blocks down the street. Dressed in a mini skirt and spaghetti strap top I walked down the sidewalk toward the club</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/feeds/5071927758624465774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/xravex.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586413732619667213/posts/default/5071927758624465774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586413732619667213/posts/default/5071927758624465774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/xravex.html' title='xravex'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2586413732619667213.post-7806531685136040416</id><published>2010-01-13T05:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T05:01:37.272-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='XXXmas Party'/><title type='text'>XXXmas Party</title><summary type='text'>I'm on the hunt. Our company, a large software manufacturer, is having the company Christmas party catered in the penthouse of the largest hotel downtown. Being a programmer, I don't get much contact with the lovely young women who flock to the sales and marketing sections of the company. I'm looking for one in particular - Trudy Glass, the marketing specialist attached to my product line.Trudy </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/feeds/7806531685136040416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/xxxmas-party.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586413732619667213/posts/default/7806531685136040416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586413732619667213/posts/default/7806531685136040416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/xxxmas-party.html' title='XXXmas Party'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2586413732619667213.post-3080427156357643891</id><published>2010-01-13T04:58:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T05:00:53.527-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yard Work'/><title type='text'>Yard Work</title><summary type='text'>It was one of those hot summer days in New York State, and after a long cold winter this was a day that I described as a "Three H" day; Hazy, Hot, and it made me oh so Horny.You could say I am a fairly domesticated suburban type guy; I have a lovely wife, Liz, two kids, a decent house, and a 9 to 5 job. I would say I live a fairly safe life by most people's standards but hey, I like it that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/feeds/3080427156357643891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/yard-work.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586413732619667213/posts/default/3080427156357643891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586413732619667213/posts/default/3080427156357643891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/yard-work.html' title='Yard Work'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2586413732619667213.post-1757302027457462350</id><published>2010-01-13T04:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T04:59:35.957-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yesterday&apos;s Trip'/><title type='text'>Yesterday's Trip</title><summary type='text'>Yesterday was hot as hell and my best friend had called me to go with her to Disney's Animal Kingdom. I was kinda glad she had called me because then I wouldn't have to spend the whole day home with my family. Just so ya'll will understand let me introduce myself, my name is Beth. I'm 18. I have long reddish brown hair, blue eyes that turn gray when I'm angry. I have long legs that as I've been </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/feeds/1757302027457462350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/yesterdays-trip.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586413732619667213/posts/default/1757302027457462350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586413732619667213/posts/default/1757302027457462350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/yesterdays-trip.html' title='Yesterday&apos;s Trip'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2586413732619667213.post-8701267222461416636</id><published>2010-01-13T04:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T04:58:16.886-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yokohama Awakening of Angel 3'/><title type='text'>Yokohama Awakening of Angel 3</title><summary type='text'>I think it was mid-afternoon when Gary, the contact Angel had previously made through her ad on the swingers website, finally got back to us. He gave us the name of the club "Le Grand Bleu", which was in a city just south of Tokyo, and some brief instructions on how to get there.Both Angel and I were still tired from our escapades the previous 3 days, so we lay down for a brief sleep in each </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/feeds/8701267222461416636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/yokohama-awakening-of-angel-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586413732619667213/posts/default/8701267222461416636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586413732619667213/posts/default/8701267222461416636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/yokohama-awakening-of-angel-3.html' title='Yokohama Awakening of Angel 3'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2586413732619667213.post-6259193878213647415</id><published>2010-01-13T04:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T04:57:43.597-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yokohama Awakening of Angel 2'/><title type='text'>Yokohama Awakening of Angel 2</title><summary type='text'>By Sunday morning both Angel and I were starting to count up all the "firsts" we had experienced together and wanted to try to extend the list. From a previous contact Angel had made on the Internet, we tried to find a swinger's bar referred to in Japan as "Couplakissa's." After checking for websites and calling her contact we were unsuccessful. I suggested that we should try repeating some of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/feeds/6259193878213647415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/yokohama-awakening-of-angel-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586413732619667213/posts/default/6259193878213647415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586413732619667213/posts/default/6259193878213647415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/yokohama-awakening-of-angel-2.html' title='Yokohama Awakening of Angel 2'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2586413732619667213.post-2698921364503531567</id><published>2010-01-13T04:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T04:56:57.088-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yokohama Awakening of Angel 1'/><title type='text'>Yokohama Awakening of Angel 1</title><summary type='text'>Saturday morning was a bright sunny day in Yokohama, which was exactly what we needed to show off Angel's clean-shaven pussy to all who cared to look. The day started off with a shopping trip. Although Angel had some pretty sexy clothing I wanted something more revealing, especially since she had a bare pussy and a new string of pearls attached to each of her nipple rings to show off. It did not </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/feeds/2698921364503531567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/yokohama-awakening-of-angel-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586413732619667213/posts/default/2698921364503531567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586413732619667213/posts/default/2698921364503531567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/yokohama-awakening-of-angel-1.html' title='Yokohama Awakening of Angel 1'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2586413732619667213.post-1269917462039909999</id><published>2010-01-13T04:54:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T04:55:39.028-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Reality - Friday Night'/><title type='text'>The Reality - Friday Night</title><summary type='text'>After rushing through Tokyo station and arriving at the “Silver Bell” meeting place I did not at first see her. When I turned around, there she was, leaning against the wall beside where I had just passed. I quickly approached her, eyeing her willowy body and sexy dress, all the while thinking to myself that the description she gave of herself was underestimated. Our first passionate kiss caused </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/feeds/1269917462039909999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/reality-friday-night.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586413732619667213/posts/default/1269917462039909999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586413732619667213/posts/default/1269917462039909999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/reality-friday-night.html' title='The Reality - Friday Night'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2586413732619667213.post-6530483553760667896</id><published>2010-01-13T04:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T04:54:51.570-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='E-Mail Fantasy'/><title type='text'>E-Mail Fantasy</title><summary type='text'>This is Angels’ description about herself and her first fantasy of our meeting.My physical description: About 152 cm, very petite, short blonde hair and green eyes. I have pierced nipples and navel. My private parts are completely shaven and smooth. I have not been gifted with 'movie star' looks and I sincerely hope that that is not the top priority on your list; thinking of movie stars, imagine </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/feeds/6530483553760667896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/e-mail-fantasy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586413732619667213/posts/default/6530483553760667896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586413732619667213/posts/default/6530483553760667896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/e-mail-fantasy.html' title='E-Mail Fantasy'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2586413732619667213.post-1845724473283131817</id><published>2010-01-13T04:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T04:53:08.611-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='You Asked For It'/><title type='text'>You Asked For It</title><summary type='text'>This is no more than a deep seated confession........That night I invited you out, I knew your woman was going to be home.You said you could not go and it made me sad. There happened to be a backup plan which really was Less of a plan than it was a thought. Either way, I called again when you were supposed to be home and you did not answer.An email told me you were going out for the evening. An </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/feeds/1845724473283131817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/you-asked-for-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586413732619667213/posts/default/1845724473283131817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586413732619667213/posts/default/1845724473283131817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/you-asked-for-it.html' title='You Asked For It'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2586413732619667213.post-1734366102928090175</id><published>2010-01-13T04:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T04:52:04.626-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='You Betcha  Honey'/><title type='text'>You Betcha  Honey</title><summary type='text'>"Oh, get off it, he didn’t say that!" exclaims the blonde in the bikini with the tattoo on her right breast naming her Sandy."Uh huh," gushes Gwen, coming out onto the deck with drinks. "He had just finished showering after finishing down at the jobsite--" she stripped off her own bikini bottoms, exposing her fine dark trim and plopped into the jacuzzi."No!" Sandy interrupts, grabbing Gwen."…and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/feeds/1734366102928090175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/you-betcha-honey.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586413732619667213/posts/default/1734366102928090175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586413732619667213/posts/default/1734366102928090175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/you-betcha-honey.html' title='You Betcha  Honey'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2586413732619667213.post-3337634140722166327</id><published>2010-01-13T04:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T04:51:10.793-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='You Deserve a Treat'/><title type='text'>You Deserve a Treat</title><summary type='text'>Your husband has decided to give you a surprise and one evening without any explanation or warning he tells you to undress in front of him. He sits in a chair, watching you as you strip slowly for him, prolonging each step and sliding your hands seductively all over your body as you expose yourself to his eager gaze. When you are totally naked and parading yourself in front of him you weigh your </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/feeds/3337634140722166327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/you-deserve-treat.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586413732619667213/posts/default/3337634140722166327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586413732619667213/posts/default/3337634140722166327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/you-deserve-treat.html' title='You Deserve a Treat'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2586413732619667213.post-4451356584792975760</id><published>2010-01-13T04:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T04:50:05.829-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='You Never Know'/><title type='text'>You Never Know</title><summary type='text'>I was sitting on the bed a couple of pillows behind my head reading one an erotic story I'd printed out from the net, feeling my cock swelling in my pants I unzip my fly and let in out. Rapping my hand around my ever-stiffing dick I start slowly to wank away at my hard throbbing mussel. It was just then that I hear the front door bell ring, knowing Kaz was door stairs watching some TV program or </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/feeds/4451356584792975760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/you-never-know.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586413732619667213/posts/default/4451356584792975760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586413732619667213/posts/default/4451356584792975760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/you-never-know.html' title='You Never Know'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2586413732619667213.post-5590602213753464878</id><published>2009-12-11T23:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T23:20:46.469-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='You Never Know A Woman 1'/><title type='text'>You Never Know A Woman 1</title><summary type='text'>You never know a womanHow much do you know your partner?Even in later years, contrary to popular belief, new things can and do happen. We have been married now for many years, enjoyed each others company, grown together, produced our children and basked in the love of our grandchildren. Without giving too much away, our eldest daughter is thirty five and mother of four boys.In those years </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/feeds/5590602213753464878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/2009/12/you-never-know-woman-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586413732619667213/posts/default/5590602213753464878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586413732619667213/posts/default/5590602213753464878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/2009/12/you-never-know-woman-1.html' title='You Never Know A Woman 1'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2586413732619667213.post-1373306391117267919</id><published>2009-12-11T23:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T23:21:08.684-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='You Never Know A Woman 2'/><title type='text'>You Never Know A Woman 2</title><summary type='text'>They settled for a few moments rest, both overcome by the intensity of their respective orgasms. There they were, lying breast to breast, hip to hip, sharing the same air and suddenly giggling at the release they had had."What's so funny?" I innocently asked them."The look on your face is what's funny". Carol answered. "You look like your about to explode.""Not far wrong. God you two look </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/feeds/1373306391117267919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/2009/12/you-never-know-woman-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586413732619667213/posts/default/1373306391117267919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586413732619667213/posts/default/1373306391117267919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/2009/12/you-never-know-woman-2.html' title='You Never Know A Woman 2'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2586413732619667213.post-2503856573718381095</id><published>2009-12-11T23:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T23:19:40.313-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='You Seduce Two Friends'/><title type='text'>You Seduce Two Friends</title><summary type='text'>Meeting two men for lunch in Cathedral square, and you flirting like crazy...You'd be wearing something showing off plenty of leg, cleavage... fiddling with a necklace to attract the eyes to that area... lots of reaching out and touching the guys, maybe sitting between them and pressing your legs and your breasts against one, then the other... running your hands down their legs, that sort of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/feeds/2503856573718381095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/2009/12/you-seduce-two-friends.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586413732619667213/posts/default/2503856573718381095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586413732619667213/posts/default/2503856573718381095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/2009/12/you-seduce-two-friends.html' title='You Seduce Two Friends'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2586413732619667213.post-8145249502680142355</id><published>2009-12-11T23:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T23:18:29.914-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='You Should Have Told Me'/><title type='text'>You Should Have Told Me</title><summary type='text'>I was sitting on the edge of my bed, legs spread wide. He had his face deep in the confines of my pussy. He rubbed his fingers on my clit. "Yes, Zach, yes." I went in screaming orgasm. It felt so good. "Do want more, babe?""I think that's up to you, sugar." He licked my stomach."I think I'm done now." I walked to the bathroom. I was rinsing off when he got in. He rapped his arms around my waist </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/feeds/8145249502680142355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/2009/12/you-should-have-told-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586413732619667213/posts/default/8145249502680142355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586413732619667213/posts/default/8145249502680142355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/2009/12/you-should-have-told-me.html' title='You Should Have Told Me'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2586413732619667213.post-6675331503090886598</id><published>2009-12-11T23:15:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T23:17:19.995-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='You Wouldn&apos;t Believe It'/><title type='text'>You Wouldn't Believe It</title><summary type='text'>My wife Kim and I had been married for nearly 20 years and raised 3 children before we ended up parting ways in 1997. The breakup was congenial and to this day, six years later, we still talk. During those years we participated and experimented in three-somes, four-somes, and some exhibitionism and voyeurism. Kim was not averse to sharing the bed with another woman, as I wasn’t against having </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/feeds/6675331503090886598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/2009/12/you-wouldnt-believe-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586413732619667213/posts/default/6675331503090886598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586413732619667213/posts/default/6675331503090886598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/2009/12/you-wouldnt-believe-it.html' title='You Wouldn&apos;t Believe It'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2586413732619667213.post-3346426052346523893</id><published>2009-12-11T23:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T23:16:26.131-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='You&apos;ll Never Know'/><title type='text'>You'll Never Know</title><summary type='text'>Yesterday I gave my lover something he'd been pressing for -- lunch with my drop-dead gorgeous sister and me. I'd been dreading this, because she's into swinging and he's been drooling all over his e-mails about how he'd like to meet her, and fantasizing about whether she'd fuck him. I was really worried that all he was interested in was using me to get to her, and that once he saw her he'd lose </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/feeds/3346426052346523893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/2009/12/youll-never-know.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586413732619667213/posts/default/3346426052346523893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586413732619667213/posts/default/3346426052346523893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/2009/12/youll-never-know.html' title='You&apos;ll Never Know'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2586413732619667213.post-1699719248131051313</id><published>2009-12-11T23:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T23:15:38.559-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='You&apos;ll See Lucy 8'/><title type='text'>You'll See Lucy 8</title><summary type='text'>"I want that cock in me," Becca moaned, getting up on her elbows and looking back at me, "I wanna feel it inside me!""Baby steps, Becky, baby steps," Lucy said, patting her ass. I began to slowly withdraw my thumb from her ass, making her gasp, then gently pushed it back in."Ohhh mygod," Becca said, dropping her head between her arms, "Please…please!" I did it again, pushing my thumb slow and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/feeds/1699719248131051313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/2009/12/youll-see-lucy-8.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586413732619667213/posts/default/1699719248131051313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586413732619667213/posts/default/1699719248131051313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedgroupstories.blogspot.com/2009/12/youll-see-lucy-8.html' title='You&apos;ll See Lucy 8'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
