<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4848935042607752604</id><updated>2011-04-21T21:58:50.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Susan Young</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susan-young-i6u.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4848935042607752604/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susan-young-i6u.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>alaobciagara1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05120902474293040384</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>2</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4848935042607752604.post-7916200331256650336</id><published>2008-10-06T01:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T01:28:46.597-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h2&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Some dripped down on my right hand and I discovered that it was very warm. Again, it was a new sensation, so I wasnt sure what exactly just happened. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Made  famous in the sixties by Brigitte Bardot, it now was the play ground for the idle rich of Europe. This was Ambers second visit to the continent, but her first to the  South of France, and it was all that it was cracked up to be and more!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She told me to go faster. I went faster and she demanded more speed. I went  as fast as I could and my fingers got tired, so I started moving them in circles. She made all new noises and had another one of those things I now know was  an orgasm. There was a discharge of clear fluid all over the top of my shorts. She kissed me on the forehead and got up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I guess, but I had no idea what it  was used for then. I remember seeing the hairy triangular patch between her legs but with her being black and all, it didnt look much different than what I had downstairs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I laid  there for almost 10 minutes, completely drained in every sense of the word. After I was able, I sat up and looked at the girls, radiant in their naked beauty &lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; bathed in both fire glow and moonlight. Donna told me that was the coolest thing she had ever seen, and Nik nodded in agreement. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I know Rocky, why dont you touch me  baby, if you want to, and you can do anything you want with my body; its time that you found out what the rest of your life will be like &lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; as well as how much fun its going to be, she told him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;All in good time, I say as I pounce quickly on Marla, breathing in her intoxicating scent and treating myself  to her mammary abundance just once more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It was remarkable and this was her first time to actually touch and play with a boys peter. She took one finger and placed it in her  mouth, tasting Rocky in amazement as she looked up at her brother, her eyes as big as saucers and a grin appeared on her face; standing up she then took Rocky by the  hand  Come on, I want to get a wash rag and clean up a little bit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Yeah, I remember, but I dont like it, she told him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The four hands made a  single, almost gliding motion down from her breasts. The hands pressed down firmly against the boobs one last time and pulled down, suit and all. Right before the suit was  low enough to show a nipple, the towel went down further, and the suit popped right back up, boobs and all. I cursed elastic silently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4848935042607752604-7916200331256650336?l=susan-young-i6u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susan-young-i6u.blogspot.com/feeds/7916200331256650336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4848935042607752604&amp;postID=7916200331256650336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4848935042607752604/posts/default/7916200331256650336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4848935042607752604/posts/default/7916200331256650336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susan-young-i6u.blogspot.com/2008/10/some-dripped-down-on-my-right-hand-and.html' title=''/><author><name>alaobciagara1</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05120902474293040384</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-4848935042607752604.post-5514385647782677473</id><published>2008-09-01T10:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T10:29:52.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h2&gt;Susan Young&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I touched my pecker to find it was bigger than ever. The bad part was  my balls hurt. I soon discovered that if I rubbed myself it became moist and that stroking it up and &lt;em&gt;susan young&lt;/em&gt; down made me feel real good. Made me feel intoxicated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What was that, asked Doris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I think he is teen fuck&lt;br /&gt; pretty well soused now, and he will probably collapse into a deep stupor, you know how he is after he donna young&lt;br /&gt; has had several drinks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Her mind was reeling, here she was on a public beach allowing a total stranger to  take her sexually like no other man ever had in her life! All at once he picked up the pace &lt;strong&gt;susan young&lt;/strong&gt; of his thrusting, now hammering away at her helpless pussy with machine like efficiency, driving  her like a wild animal to the brink of her climax! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Good night Doris, he told her as he Terry Lightspeed&lt;br /&gt; took her in his arms and she reached down and put his young manhood between her  breasts and pulled his head down for a passionate kiss. Then he turned and headed  for Marcis bedroom with his dick still throbbing as he thought about what was going Alex Ftv&lt;br /&gt; to happen later on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The half moon barely lit the surrounding landscape with a wonderfully delicate light. It was like something  out of a movie. The girls giggled and dove right in off the rocks. Not  wanting to be shown up by these 2 girls, even though they were both 2 years older, I quickly followed  suit. I hit the water very hard, and I felt my shorts get tugged down  past my ass. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;That tingle turned throb was now a full-blown tremor. Not aware of the  feeling, and myself not knowing what it was, she let go with a smile and told me that time  was up. Nik was up this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He really has grown, said Doris as she looked at Dian  with raised eyebrows. What happened, it really felt like he had a hard on when I kissed  him Doris told her. And I was surprised that he had his hand on your tit to, she told her  best friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;HAHA, MY TURN! I looked at Nikki, thankful to no longer be under pressure  and was ready to dish out some payback! She chose truth. I asked her what happened to her  that brought her to her knees at the end of the towel thing. She told  me that she had an orgasm. She noticed the perplexed look on my face and asked  me if I knew what one was. Being the macho manly man of 11 that I was, I  looked her dead in the eye and told her Of course I do and gave a nervous chuckle. The  look on her face told me she didnt buy it, and boy did I pay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Still, I sat tight and  enjoyed the show. I could still see Reishas luscious, glistening, darkly-toned boobies jiggling up and  down, and that was good enough for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I dried off my hair and moved the towel to my  face. I encountered a new smell. It didnt smell bad, just new. I felt my twitch  in my shorts. I liked the smell and let it linger in my face for a while. Still sitting, and  still very erect, I finished toweling off my legs. 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