<?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>Transported Nc on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/transported-nc/</link><description>Recent content in Transported Nc on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sun, 16 Jul 2006 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/transported-nc/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Heather</title><link>/stories/2006/07/16/heather/</link><pubDate>Sun, 16 Jul 2006 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2006/07/16/heather/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Heather
galloped along Saunton Sands on the pure white horse, her long blonde hair
flowing in the wind. Her body was in unison with “White Lightning”. She rose
and fell with the galloping of the horse and each time she hit the saddle, she
felt her pubes being pressurised! She loved it and realised why women love horse
riding!&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;She
was very lucky to have found White Lightning saddled and ready to go. Her escape
was a very close call indeed.Too
close for comfort!&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>