<?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>Breastfuck on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/breastfuck/</link><description>Recent content in Breastfuck on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Thu, 14 Mar 2019 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/breastfuck/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>The Student and the Soldier</title><link>/stories/2019/03/14/the-student-and-the-soldier/</link><pubDate>Thu, 14 Mar 2019 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2019/03/14/the-student-and-the-soldier/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;story continues from &lt;a href="studentandthesoldier15.html"&gt;part fifteen&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;h4 id="chapter-16"&gt;Chapter 16&lt;/h4&gt;
&lt;p&gt;We took our leave of my friends and piled back into the car. I looked at Suzi and we both broke out laughing as I asked, &amp;ldquo;Was you rogering last night, Suzi?&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;I was rogering the man I love! And I&amp;rsquo;m proud of it!&amp;rdquo; she exclaimed. She then blushed a beet-root red and I kissed her nose. It was going to take a little while for her to get used to the military way of life.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>