<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><channel><title>Toyboy on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/toyboy/</link><description>Recent content in Toyboy on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><atom:link href="/authors/toyboy/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Green’s Keeper</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/greens-keeper/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/greens-keeper/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;The names and places in this story have been changed, but the story
line is true, based on events that have happen to me.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Firstly a bit about me, I am average type male; enjoy sports, going
out and general male activities. I am about 5’7” tall, blonde hair,
blue eyes and average build.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It started about 6 months ago; I was searching chat rooms for that special
person. I meet her in a room called SWITCH LIFE. At first we
just chatted about our past experiences. After a couple of weeks
I was able to find out that she worked as a Green&amp;rsquo;s Keeper at the local
golf club (It happen to be the one that I was a member of), so on the following
Saturday I decided to go have a round, just to see if I could pick her
out.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Mothers Helper</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/mothers-helper/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/mothers-helper/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Her name was Jenny; she was the mother of my girlfriend (Paula) at
the time.  Paula had just left on a business trip for the week when
I got a phone call, it was Jenny, she wanted to know if I could come over
and give her a hand with some jobs around the home, she lived alone, so
I agreed.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;As I was driving up to Jenny’s place I was thinking to myself that she
was very hot for someone in her 40’s.  She had long blonde hair, blue
eyes, breasts to kill for and a body of a model.  As I drove into
the driveway I clear my mind of these throughts, and tried to get my cock
to settle down.  I knocked on the door and she answered it, she was
wearing a light cotton summer dress.  She leaned over and gave me
a kiss on the cheek, which returned to her.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>