<?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>Pastry on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/pastry/</link><description>Recent content in Pastry on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Thu, 18 Sep 2014 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/pastry/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Breast Implants</title><link>/stories/2014/09/18/breast-implants/</link><pubDate>Thu, 18 Sep 2014 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2014/09/18/breast-implants/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;The women were sitting in the back yard chatting. Sandra a vivacious blonde was discussing breast implants with her friend Cathy. Cathy was a tall, somewhat thin brunette who now sported full large breasts and wore the tight clothes to show them off.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“Those look great Cathy,” Sandra observed, eyeing her friend’s new acquisitions.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“Umm,” Cathy responded pushing her breasts up with her hands, accentuating their round fullness. She laughed. “The only problem is feeding them.” She said, sighing.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>