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			<title>Kyre:&amp;#32;Created page with 'You decide to walk to school on Monday morning, through your neighborhood. You remember that there's a football meeting before school this morning, at 7:40, to discuss strategy f…'</title>
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			<description>&lt;p&gt;Created page with &amp;#39;You decide to walk to school on Monday morning, through your neighborhood. You remember that there&amp;#39;s a football meeting before school this morning, at 7:40, to discuss strategy f…&amp;#39;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;New page&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;You decide to walk to school on Monday morning, through your neighborhood. You remember that there's a football meeting before school this morning, at 7:40, to discuss strategy for the football game later that week, so you pick up the pace, but you know you'll barely be on time. At 7:20, still 20 minutes away from school, you pass by Mrs. Harper's house. Jami Harper, a 34 year old widow lived there alone. 6 years ago, her husband, John, whom she had only been married to for 2 years, had died in a car accident while he was drunk. She now lived in a well-sized house, and had some nearby family who visited fairly often. She was the neighborhood MILF. 4 or 5 years ago your gang of friends would dream of her, with her long blonde hair, smooth legs, and DD breasts, she was truly a dream itself. All young boys had probably harbored a secret crush on Mrs. Harper for years, and some, like yourself, still had those feelings. Today she was on the front lawn getting the mail when you passed. &lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Oh, hey, Joseph!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Morning, Mrs. Harper.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Please, it's Jami. Hey, my niece is coming over this week and we were going to swim in the pool, but the filter is messed up. I think there's something lodged in it, but I can't get it out. Could you come have a look, it shouldn't take to long.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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You know that if you stay to help you'll miss the football meeting. Still...Mrs. Harper...&lt;br /&gt;
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[[Stay to help]]&lt;br /&gt;
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[[Continue to School]]&lt;br /&gt;
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[[Category: Sex World]]&lt;/div&gt;</description>
			<pubDate>Mon, 08 Feb 2016 06:19:28 GMT</pubDate>			<dc:creator>Kyre</dc:creator>			<comments>http://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/Talk:HS/Jock</comments>		</item>
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