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	<title>Risky Thoughts &#187; 2008 &#187; July</title>
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		<title>Me and Myra</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[Hi. My name is Jessi and my best friend is Myra. We do everything together. Shopping, partying, you name it.
We are two gorgeous, blonde beauties who can pretty much get what ever guys we want. Except lately, I wasn&#8217;t really into that. My last boyfriend burned me bad and I was taking a breather from [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Memories</title>
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Niki sat on her bed, waiting for Derek. She had been horny all day and knew she was going to jump him as soon as he came in the door. She couldn&#8217;t help but peel off her clothes and start masturbating like crazy. She shut her eyes and remembered the last time he came over.
God, it was [...]]]></description>
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