<?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>Wrap Mum on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/wrap-mum/</link><description>Recent content in Wrap Mum on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><atom:link href="/tags/wrap-mum/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Crystal</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/crystal/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/crystal/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;An afternoon at the pool sounded great to Crystal.
But the guys there made relaxing impossible with their rude comments. Picking
up her towel she went in to call an elevator. Who cares what those boys
say, she had worked hard to stay trim and firm. Maybe her bathing suit
was the minimum allowed in public and barely held her gravity defying boobs.
She did not intend to listen to their childish banter.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>