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	<title>Canoed Blog</title>
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	<description>Chinese vs Japanese Girls</description>
	<pubDate>Sat, 19 May 2012 02:26:51 +0000</pubDate>
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		<title>Rob &amp; Azmat Ch. 02</title>
		<link>http://www.canoed.fr/2012/05/18/rob-azmat-ch-02/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 19 May 2012 02:26:51 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Manuel</dc:creator>
		
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		<description><![CDATA[Rob's luck gets much better.

The next morning as Rob Taylor sat in the coffee shop, Azmat came up to him and said "Hello Mr. Taylor."



The 39 year old British technician looked up, his hazel brown eyes showing his pleasant surprise to see her; she usually was part of the afternoon shift in the coffee shop.



"Hello there" He said with a big smile and a sparkle in his eye



"You're here early today"



Azmat made a fuss of straightening the tableware and replied "Shift change. I am on early duty for the next month."



Azmat stood beside him and quickly looked around the empty coffee shop as Rob's hand moved up the back of her legs on to her ass and stroked it.]]></description>
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		<title>Road Trip Ch. 02</title>
		<link>http://www.canoed.fr/2012/05/18/road-trip-ch-02/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 19 May 2012 01:47:14 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Jesse</dc:creator>
		
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		<description><![CDATA[First time with a black man.

Hi, it"s me Nancy again. I love hearing from all of you, so don"t stop writing to me. This next experience I"m writing about is Part 2 of my Road Trip. A little background for this story: It takes place the 1st night of the tournament - about 5 or 6 hours after my blowjob with the black basketball player.



I had gone out to dinner with the other cheerleaders and while eating we noticed that the basketball coach and his assistants were eating at the same place. We thought nothing of it, so after dinner (and faking some IDS for those of us underage gals), we left for a nightclub. We got into the nightclub with little trouble (I applied a lot of make-up to help hide my age - god did I look like a whore). I was in a white button-up blouse, bra, black mini-skirt, thongs, and heels. They simply looked us all over, glanced at the IDs and then waved the whole group of us in. About 30 minutes later, the coach and his assistants showed up. No one thought much of this, but I had been getting the feeling that the coach had been starring at me during dinner, and I was now getting paranoid that he was following me. I dragged Karen into the bathroom and ran my theory past her. She agreed it was possible that the coach learned of my "support" of Percy and that possibly he was looking for some action from me too. I told her she was crazy, but that I would try and find out what was up.]]></description>
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		<title>Plantation Nights Ch. 2</title>
		<link>http://www.canoed.fr/2012/05/16/plantation-nights-ch-2/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 17 May 2012 02:19:22 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Jesse</dc:creator>
		
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		<description><![CDATA[Plantation owner's wife has slaves &#038; the overseer.

*Chapter 2:Missy Anne has a Ball*



After seeing Dick Strong, with the black girl. Missy Anne rode away, through the plantation. She couldn't get the sight of him, fucking the young black girl with his huge cock, from her mind. As she neared the big house, she stopped at the field, and selected two young Black slaves, and told them to report to Polly, at the kitchen.



When she got to the Big House. She had a quick word with Polly, and retired to her rooms.



Polly knocked on her door, opened it. And showed the two young blacks, and Jethro into the room. Polly then closed the door, on them, before going back downstairs.]]></description>
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		<title>Outta Control Pt. 01</title>
		<link>http://www.canoed.fr/2012/05/16/outta-control-pt-01/</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 16 May 2012 22:14:19 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Victor</dc:creator>
		
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		<description><![CDATA[Just who is Mel's hubby screwing behind her back?

"****Note**** 



My apologies, I have changed the story around a bit, including chapter 1. I just wrote and posted it, before I completed the story. As a result, when I got to the end, some stuff in Chapter 1 had to be changed, coz it was out of alignment. And I didn't like it anymore, coz it was kind of shoddy. I know it's a bit of bother to have to re-read it, but please do, otherwise some stuff wont make sense, and its worth it.



This was just a fun project to start off with, but I am a perfectionist, so this hobby story ended up taking a lot of time (from my holiday) ]]></description>
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		<title>Party Favor</title>
		<link>http://www.canoed.fr/2012/05/16/party-favor/</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 16 May 2012 21:47:21 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Fernando</dc:creator>
		
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		<description><![CDATA[Party goes terribly wrong.

"Damn!... Those sons of bitches!" Pissed over his employers' call notifying him he'd have to work the weekend starting this evening, Chad slammed the phone back atop its cradle, outwardly displaying a rare moment of uncontrolled rage. "I knew this was gonna happen. If there was anyway possible they could screw up our weekend... Shit!... Those sorry bastards!!"



He and Toni, having planned this evening's party more than three months earlier, hoped that by informing everyone of their upcoming little get-together that far in advance would leave little to no chance of anyone or anything interfering or screwing up their intended plans. The only possible scenario of which posed any threat whatsoever of disturbing their orchestrated evening was a completely random oriented replacement scheduling program which, should fate so deem, could slate Chad as the replacement thereby leaving him vulnerable to being recalled on a moments notice. Thus go the rewards and pitfalls of being an employee of the metropolitan fire department. ]]></description>
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		<title>Ode to Kendra Brown</title>
		<link>http://www.canoed.fr/2012/05/14/ode-to-kendra-brown/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 15 May 2012 01:59:11 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Manuel</dc:creator>
		
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		<description><![CDATA[Stud realizes his fantasy to seduce online erotic writer.

It had been too long since my friends and I had hit the clubs. Having known each other since high school, every month or so we try to catch up and spend an evening together, whether it's cooking out on the grill, playing video games or hitting a hot club in town for some drinks. 



We arrived at Club Extreme and sat together in a booth in the back of the second floor. We choose this spot because it had a nice view of the dance floor and all of the lovely ladies that'd be shaking their booties when the DJ would turn it up a notch, and also because we weren't the dancing type but enjoyed kicking back with a nice bottle. ]]></description>
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		<title>One Hot Summer Day</title>
		<link>http://www.canoed.fr/2012/05/14/one-hot-summer-day/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 15 May 2012 01:25:35 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Fernando</dc:creator>
		
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		<description><![CDATA[Three strangers get hotter together.

Mid-summer, high noon. The heat radiated everywhere. The humidity made the heat in the air heavy. The walk to the library, though only five minutes, made her feel as though she were in an oven. Though her long, curly brown hair was up in a bun, there were drops of perspiration sliding down her face and neck. Though she wore a bikini top covered only by a thin button-down shirt, her back was wet with perspiration. And she felt drops slide from her neck down between her breasts. Her legs were bare save for a well worn pair of cut-off jean shorts, the thong bikini bottom beneath them.]]></description>
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		<title>Off the Bus Ch. 02</title>
		<link>http://www.canoed.fr/2012/05/14/off-the-bus-ch-02/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 14 May 2012 23:36:35 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Barry</dc:creator>
		
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		<description><![CDATA[It's a date.

There was something about her. He dated all different races, but she was different for another reason. Maybe it was how she challenged him, talked shit, and could probably back it up. She had this attitude that wouldn't quit. It did something to him when she rolled her eyes at him, and what was with the way her nose wrinkled when she glared at him? She'd been on his mind through both his workout sessions that day. He'd counted reps while wishing his cell phone would ring with her on the other end.]]></description>
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		<title>Norah&#8217;s First Criminal Case</title>
		<link>http://www.canoed.fr/2012/05/12/norahs-first-criminal-case/</link>
		<comments>http://www.canoed.fr/2012/05/12/norahs-first-criminal-case/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Sat, 12 May 2012 23:57:57 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Jesus</dc:creator>
		
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		<description><![CDATA[She meets Sheila's new client.

"Will you come to LA with me?" Evan stood over Norah"s desk, interrupting her as she read through a thick court document.



"What?" She looked up at him, confused. "What for?"



"I"m going to see your favorite female attorney…" he winked maliciously. "I thought you might want to tag along…"



Norah blushed, remembering her steamy experience with Sheila Hale, the attorney that represented their client"s estranged wife in the Mayer divorce case. After being thrown together as a result of one of Evan"s schemes, Norah and Sheila had ended up spending a long, busy night together in Norah"s Phoenix hotel room. ]]></description>
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		<title>Neighbors Decide To Play A Poker Game That Gets Out Of Hand</title>
		<link>http://www.canoed.fr/2012/05/10/neighbors-decide-to-play-a-poker-game-that-gets-out-of-hand/</link>
		<comments>http://www.canoed.fr/2012/05/10/neighbors-decide-to-play-a-poker-game-that-gets-out-of-hand/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Thu, 10 May 2012 22:13:53 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Barry</dc:creator>
		
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		<description><![CDATA[But it's so much fun.

Mike and Keisha are good friends of ours, they live across the street. Linda, my wife and I talked about taking a trip to Vegas and we asked Mike and Keisha if they wanted to go along. They were all excited to go since they have never been to Vegas. 



My wife and I go out there every year, so we know the ropes pretty well. Mike came up to me and asked if we could teach them a little about playing some of the games we would encounter out there in the casinos.



Linda thought it was a great idea and even suggested that we dress the part, like we were already in Vegas and play Saturday night in our home. Keisha and Linda loved the idea of getting all dressed up and they went off talking to each other about what they were going to bring to Vegas and what they would wear Saturday night.]]></description>
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