Podcasts about The Andy Griffith Show

Host: Allan NewsomeRunning time: 0:39:49 Jailbreak was the 50th episode filmed and the 50th aired of The Andy Griffith Show. (S2.E18) We’ll play Mayberry trivia all about “Jailbreak .” Plot Summary Jailbreak : A team of convicts is on the loose, and the state police arrive ridiculing Sheriff Taylor and Barney. Andy cracks the case […]

Sign up for Audible, using our affiliate link! When you sign up for Audible you will be helping out our podcast, and the “Terry goat fund.” When you sign up, your first month is free. After that it becomes $15 every month. You can unsubscribe at any time. Each month you will get one token for an audible book, and some really great prices and discounts on titles that you want to add to your library. Quick recap The podcast “That Sounds Funny” for February 17th, 2026, featured Keith, Terry, and Jill discussing various topics including personal anecdotes, current events, and pop culture. Terry shared a humorous story about coffee-related mishaps, while Keith and Jill talked about their recent experiences with family and entertainment. The trio engaged in a quiz about the TV show “The Beverly Hillbillies” and Terry presented a list of humorous events that occurred in February. The podcast concluded with a segment on computers and AI, where Keith shared his experiences with Copilot, and the hosts shared jokes and humorous observations. Summary Terry shared a humorous story about spilling coffee and the subsequent chaos it caused. Jill mentioned having her two granddaughters stay overnight, which went smoothly despite the youngest’s attempts to follow everyone around. Terry also shared a fact about “The Andy Griffith Show,” noting that Season 4, Episode 32 marked the first appearance of Gomer Pyle as a USMC recruit. The group discussed the availability and cost of streaming classic TV shows like Andy Griffith and Hogan’s Heroes, with Terry expressing frustration over expensive episode pricing on Amazon Prime. Keith shared a humorous list of songs containing the word “bird” in their titles or lyrics, which led to a discussion about code words and family expressions. News of the Week Terry then shared a news story about the University of Maryland developing “smart underwear” that tracks fart frequency and volume, which led to some lighthearted banter about the device’s practicality. Terry continued sharing the study on gas production in healthy adults, which found an average of 32 farts per day, with some individuals producing up to 59. They also talked about a woman in England who lost her prosthetic leg at the beach and found it 10 months later. Lastly, they mentioned the return of the Oscar Mayer Wienermobile race at the Indy 500, with six vehicles competing in the “Winnie 500” event. Unusual News Stories Roundup Terry continued the news with the story about a Texas man who set a world record by folding 250 paper airplanes in one hour. They also covered a story about a cat in New Zealand that had been stealing towels, shoes, and underwear from a school, and finally mentioned Rhode Island’s decision to stop producing Mr. Potato Head license plates following Hasbro’s relocation out of the state. A lawmaker introduced legislation to stop the practice, citing concerns about tax dollars leaving the state, though the plates have been available since 2002 and generate revenue for the Rhode Island Community Food Bank. The conversation concluded with a story about a California man who lost $6,270 in cash, which was found and returned by a helpful neighbor. Jill's Trivia Quiz Jill hosted a Beverly Hillbillies trivia quiz, where she asked Terry and Keith questions about the show’s characters, plot details, and behind-the-scenes facts. Terry and Keith answered most of the questions correctly, revealing details like Granny’s first name (Daisy), the name of the bank (Commerce Bank of Beverly Hills), and the fact that Buddy Ebsen, who played Jed Clampett, was originally cast as the Tin Man in The Wizard of Oz but had to drop out due to an allergic reaction to the makeup. Terry's Terry's top 10 list included various humorous events from February, including a groundhog predicting spring, heart-shaped pancakes gone wrong, and a cat stealing Valentine’s bouquets. The list of ten funny occurrences also contained, such as a smoke alarm interrupting a candlelit dinner and a penguin escaping its enclosure. Anchor Topic Keith discussed the use of computers and AI, including Copilot, for tasks like generating bird song lists and creating images. He emphasized that people with disabilities, such as blindness, can effectively use computers with tools like voiceover, JAWS, or Narrator. The group also discussed the importance of carefully prompting AI to ensure accurate and appropriate results. Email and Final Thoughts Following this, they read a listener’s email about a humorous encounter with Satan at a church, which Jill found amusing. Keith and Terry discussed a humorous email about a Texas state trooper who, while pulling over a magician, ended up juggling flares with the magician. They also talked about the location of Houston and the route of Interstate 10. Keith then played a voicemail message from a listener who shared a joke about a husband and wife visiting a therapist. The conversation concluded with Keith mentioning that listeners can send messages to their voicemail number. The final word from our AI companion The meeting was a comedy show featuring jokes and puns from Terry, Keith, and Jill. The hosts encouraged listeners to visit their website www.thatsoundsfunny.com to listen to past episodes, subscribe, and leave ratings and reviews. They also invited listeners to call their voicemail number 217-250-0799. The show concluded with Keith signing off and thanking the audience for listening. Show notes written by AI, edited as needed by Keith. Sponsored by: Retro Radio Podcast. Bringing you family-friendly entertainment through classic, old-time radio. Episodes are posted daily. Keith and his Retrobots share everything in his collection from the days of vintage radio. Adventure, comedy, detective, westerns, and lots in between. If you don't hear your favorite show, just ask Visit the web page today, https://retro-otr.com

Host: Allan NewsomeRunning time: 0:46:54 The Jinx was the 49th episode filmed and the 49th aired of The Andy Griffith Show. (S2.E17) We’ll play Mayberry trivia all about “The Jinx.” Plot Summary The Jinx: Barney gets the whole town on guard when he declares Henry Bennett to be a jinx. No matter how Andy tries […]

Sign up for Audible, using our affiliate link! When you sign up for Audible you will be helping out our podcast, and the “Terry goat fund.” When you sign up, your first month is free. After that it becomes $15 every month. You can unsubscribe at any time. Each month you will get one token for an audible book, and some really great prices and discounts on titles that you want to add to your library. Quick recap The podcast episode featured discussions on various light-hearted topics, including current events, family anecdotes, and humorous word puzzles. Keith, Jill, and Terry shared stories about their recent activities, such as watching old TV shows, attending a birthday party, and the ongoing Winter Olympics. They also discussed planning for White Cane Awareness Month in October, considering potential fundraising events and community engagement activities. The hosts shared funny jokes and puns, and encouraged listeners to engage with the show by calling their voicemail or visiting their website. Summary Featuring Keith, Jill, and Terry discussing various topics, including their current TV show binges, the Winter Olympics, and a recent family event. Terry shared his enjoyment of watching Hogan’s Heroes and The Andy Griffith Show, while Jill mentioned attending her granddaughter’s birthday party at a hospital pool. The conversation also touched on the Winter Olympics, including an incident involving an American skier who suffered a career-ending injury. The group discussed a pool party where Jill supervised the cake while Keith’s son encountered Uncle George at Taco Bell. They shared stories about their grandchildren, including one who was hesitant to walk in the pool. Keith mentioned working on web page issues and noted they had listener stats but no recent voicemail messages. News of the Week Terry shared a story about an emu in Canada attempting to predict the weather, while Jill shared another story about wild turkeys in Wisconsin becoming a nuisance, causing traffic issues and chasing children. Keith shared a story about Aaron Elizabeth Sutton, a woman from Louisiana who was found swimming nude in a neighbor’s pond and allegedly attacked police officers while claiming to be a mermaid. Terry then discussed a Museum of Personal Failures in Vancouver that displays rejected items, including a wedding dress, a knife that won’t stay sharp, and various other failed objects. Jill presented a humorous story about dogs stealing packages in Oklahoma City. Keith then presented a comprehensive list of February month-long holidays, including African American Heritage Month, American Heart Month, and various pet-related observances. Terry shared a story about Brian Fowler, who broke the record for attending the most NFL games in a single season by visiting 56 stadiums in 72 days. Jill's Weird Words Jill presented her weird word list that featured various words and their meanings, including “inimical,” “shale,” “hamartia,” and “Marino.” Terry's Top 10 List Terry shared a top 10 list of things not to do on Valentine’s Day, including forgetting the date, buying last-minute gifts, and using coupons for breadsticks as a gift. Anchor Topic This is the part of the episode where we talk about blindness related issues. Today we feature orientation and mobility. The group discussed plans for a White Cane Awareness event in early October, considering locations like the cone barn and potential activities such as a group walk with beeping crosswalks and fundraising opportunities. They emphasized the importance of early planning to address logistics like permits, police involvement, and safety concerns. The group agreed to bring these ideas to a future meeting for further discussion and planning. Email and Final Thoughts Keith shared two humorous emails during the meeting. The first email was about an 83-year-old man who, after calling the police about burglars in his detached garage, claimed he had “shot them all” to expedite their response. The second email was from a man who humorously described how his wife’s response to his marriage demands, such as cleaning and dishwashing, improved over time, with a humorous reference to swelling and urination. The final word from our AI companion Keith, Jill, and Terry shared a variety of dad jokes and puns, including jokes about Valentine’s Day, animals, and everyday objects. They laughed together and ended the session with a reminder to listeners to tell friends about the show and visit their webpage for more content. Keith signed off, expressing gratitude to the audience and promising to return next week. Show notes written by AI, edited as needed by Keith. Sponsored by: Retro Radio Podcast. Bringing you family-friendly entertainment through classic, old-time radio. Episodes are posted daily. Keith and his Retrobots share everything in his collection from the days of vintage radio. Adventure, comedy, detective, westerns, and lots in between. If you don't hear your favorite show, just ask Visit the web page today, https://retro-otr.com

Nick, Kaz, Dan and Joce review the pilot episode of The Andy Griffith Show, discussing its 1960s small‑town charm, Ron Howard as Opie, Don Knotts' Barney, and Aunt Bee's comforting presence. They reflect on generational values, comedic moments like the fishing and runaway scenes, and how the show's tone and community focus contrast with modern television.

Dirk has a sensual encounter with a robust lady farmer.By Original Aramis. Listen to the► Podcast at Steamy Stories.The sun was lying low on the horizon, full dark not more than an hour off, when Dirk pulled his Harley into a parking space in front of the small general store in the center of town. He'd been on the road for two days and was halfway through a four-day trip, and this was just one of a dozen small Midwestern towns he'd passed through in the past 24 hours. They all looked the same after a while, like something out of The Andy Griffith Show, but he figured that wasn't really so bad after all. This town was smaller than most with no more than a dozen buildings lining each side of what he thought was Main Street, and as he looked around he didn't see what he was looking for.As he looked up and down both sides of the street he noticed that he was the center of attention, and he certainly understood why - there wasn't another bike in sight, much less another biker, and he knew that the locals certainly weren't used to long-haired strangers in old jeans, t-shirts, and leather vests festooned with club patches riding into town on a bike that sounded like thunder on two wheels. He took off his helmet, hung it on the mirror, and then walked towards the wooden door to the general store, stripping off his black leather fingerless gloves as he went.The air inside the store was cool, and it was a welcome relief from the heat of the late August afternoon. A bell over the door jingled as he walked in, and a man who must have been the owner looked up at him from behind the counter to Dirk's left. There was a woman standing on this side of the counter as well, but Dirk didn't pay much attention to her at first.“Howdy, stranger,” the man said, sounding like something out of an old Western movie. Dirk smiled a bit as he replied.“Hey, how are ya,” he said, pulling a red paisley bandana out of his back pocket and wiping his face.“Where are your drink coolers?” he asked, stuffing the bandana back in his pocket.“Rear of the store to your right,” the man said, pointing in that direction.“Thanks,” Dirk said, walking towards the coolers, his motorcycle boots clumping on the wooden floor. A few moments later he walked up to the counter and placed two big bottles of Gatorade on the counter. He nodded at the woman next to the counter and gave her a polite smile, and she smiled back. He was considerably taller than her; he stood six feet even, and she was five foot nothing at the most.“That do it for ya?” the man behind the counter asked. Dirk nodded as he replied.“Yeah, that's it,” he said as the man rang up the drinks.“That'll be three dollars and ten cents,” he said, reaching for a paper bag as Dirk pulled his leather wallet out of his other back pocket, the chain attached to it swinging.“That's okay, I don't need a bag,” Dirk said, pulling a five out of his wallet and handing it to the man. Then he picked up one of the bottles, twisted the cap off, and took a long drink out of it. It was cold and good, and it gave him chills as it went down. He took his change from the man and stuffed it in one of the side pockets of his vest, then took another smaller drink from the bottle before speaking again.“Is there a motel around here somewhere?” he asked the man behind the counter. I didn't see one on the main drag out front.“You didn't see one because they're ain't one,” the man replied, smiling at Dirk. “And the closest motel from here is in Junction City, about eighty miles thataway,” the man said, pointing down the road in the direction that Dirk was travelling.“Great, just freaking great,” Dirk muttered. “Another hour and a half on the road just what I need!”“You need a place to stay, cowboy?” the woman said, and Dirk turned and looked at her, really seeing her for the first time.She was short, about five feet tall, with sparkling blue eyes and short red hair worn in a pageboy style. She had a slightly round face, small pert nose and nice lips that were spread in a smile showing her white teeth. She was a solid woman, a little more stout than Dirk normally preferred, clad in a loose-fitting cotton long sleeve plaid shirt tucked into jeans that were tight enough to show off the considerable curves of her full, rounded ass and equally full thighs. The shirt was unbuttoned to the second button which showed enough cleavage to give Dirk a good indication of the mountainous tits that tented out the front of the shirt. Dirk wondered when was the last time this woman saw her feet. It was an effort to tear his eyes away from the huge mounds of her tits pushing out the front of her shirt, especially with all of the cleavage she was showing, but he managed it.“Yeah, I do,” he replied, nodding at her and giving her a small smile. She smiled back at him even bigger in return. “A barn would be just fine if you got one,” he continued.“My mother would roll over in her grave at my lack of hospitality if I made a house guest sleep in the barn!” the woman said, laughing. Her huge tits jiggled in her shirt as she laughed, drawing Dirk's attention again.“I got a spare room in the back of the house that's yours if you want it, and you can keep your iron horse out in the barn,” she said, nodding to the bike parked in front of the store.“I sure appreciate that, ma'am,” Dirk replied, his smile a bit bigger as he spoke. “But don't you think you'd better check with your husband first? You coming home with a biker for an overnight house guest might not go over too well with him, ya know,” he said.The woman broke out in laughter at this, and the man behind the counter chuckled as well. Dirk gave them both a puzzled look, and then the woman spoke again.“Well, for starters, cowboy, my name is Pat,” she said, grinning hugely at him and sticking out her hand. He took her hand and shook it; and was surprised to find her grip firm and sure.“If you're gonna be sleeping under my roof tonight, I think it only right that we know each other's names, don't you?”“Fair enough; my name's Dirk,” he replied.“Pleased to meet you, Dirk!” Pat said, her blue eyes sparkling. “And as for the husband, well, there isn't one, so don't you worry about that! I threw his ass out years ago, the lazy good-for-nothing bastard! Now it's just me and Max, my Bassett Hound. I love him to death but he isn't much on conversation, so it'll be good to have someone to talk to, over dinner tonight,” she said.“I appreciate your hospitality, Pat, I really do,” Dirk said, relaxing a bit and letting his smile get a little bigger. “But you have to let me pay you for the nigh, or at least buy the food, something to return the favor.” Pat smiled up at him when he said this, and he saw a new, brighter sparkle in her blue eyes as she replied.“Oh, I’m sure you'll come up with something!” she said. She paused and looked up at him for a moment, grinning at him, then broke eye contact as she walked past him toward the door. “Sun's going down, so we'd better get a move on,” she said, opening the wooden door to the store. She turned and looked at him as he picked up the second bottle of Gatorade from the counter and turned to follow her.“You can follow me out to the farm; it's about ten miles south of here so we'll be there in about fifteen minutes or so. Then she walked out of the store and over to an old but very well-kept customized Chevy S-10 pickup truck, getting in and starting the engine. Dirk quickly put the other bottle of Gatorade in his saddlebag, threw on his helmet and gloves, then got on the bike and fired it up. She drove out of town with him following behind her, the thunder of his pipes bouncing off of the few buildings there were in the center of town.Fifteen minutes later Pat turned off of the two-lane county blacktop road onto a dirt driveway that must have been at least a quarter of a mile long. The land on either side of the road was green with soybeans, and sitting at the end of the driveway right in the center of the huge expanse of farmland was a typical Midwestern-style wooden white farmhouse with a green roof, green shutters on the windows and a wraparound porch. The house had several large, old oak trees around it, effectively putting the house in the shade for most of the day. Dirk could see the barn rising up behind the house, and he pulled his bike up to the barn as Pat parked the truck in front of the house. He got his bag of belongings out of the left saddlebag and walked around to the front of the house where Pat was waiting for him on the porch. She smiled at him as he walked up the wooden steps to the porch."Welcome to Shady Oaks, my farm,” Pat said proudly. “I grow the best soybeans in the state here, and am damn proud of it!”“You work all this land all on your own, Pat?” Dirk asked, looking around at the vast expanse of farmland that surrounded the house. Pat laughed briefly before replying.“Hell, no! I let the hired help take care of that,” she explained, opening the front door and walking inside with Dirk following her. The inside of the house was dark and cool, just as Dirk imagined it would be.“I just keep the books, write the paychecks for the help, and put the rest of the money in the bank, Pat said as she walked down the short hallway to the sitting room. Max the Bassett Hound was lying on the couch sleeping, and he slowly lifted his head to look at them as they came in the room. Pat scratched him on the top of his head as she walked past, and then Max dropped his head again and went back to sleep.She stopped in the center of the room and turned to Dirk as she continued. "The spare room is through that door and down the hall, the last room on the right,” she said, pointing down the hallway.“Why don't you go ahead and drop your gear, maybe wash the road grime from your face while I get started on dinner? The bathroom's right across the hall from your room,” she said.“Thanks, Pat, I appreciate that, Dirk said, smiling at her. "I sure could use a shower; do I have time for that before dinner's ready?”“I'll make sure you do,” Pat said, smiling back. “Now you go on and take care of yourself while I get started on dinner!” Then she turned and walked out of the sitting room, heading for the kitchen. Dirk watched her go, admiring the swinging of her full, rounded ass as she walked. There was something about this woman that both intrigued and excited him, and even though his type was usually the slender blonde with big tits and no brains that could suck the chrome off a trailer hitch, there was something about this short, stout redheaded woman with big tits that he couldn't deny. He shook his head slightly and then headed for his room to drop his gear and then shower.When Pat heard the sound of his boots moving down the hallway, she stuck her head around the corner and watched him walk away. She wasn't sure if it was the long hair, the faded jeans, the muscled build glimpsed beneath his t-shirt, the leather vest with the biker club patches on it, the bike he rode or a combination of all of the above, but Pat knew that there was something about this man that both attracted and excited her. She felt a stirring in her loins whenever she looked at him, and she was feeling it now as she watched his tight ass walking down the hallway. She sighed as he opened the door to his room and went inside, smiling to herself as she started working on dinner.“I have a feeling this is gonna be a very interesting and exciting evening!” she said to herself, her smile growing bigger.The shower felt wonderful, and when Dirk was finished he put his jeans back on and got a clean t-shirt out of his bag, putting that on as well. He thought about putting his boots back on but decided not to; he had a feeling that Pat wouldn't mind the informality of it all. He also had a feeling he'd only be taking them off again later anyway, and not to go to bed. He walked out of the room barefoot, the aroma of dinner cooking on the stove filling the hallway and the rest of the house.“Smells great, Pat,” he said, walking into the kitchen.“And it tastes just as good!” she replied, smiling up at him. “Everything's ready, so have a seat at the table and let's eat,” she said.An hour later the meal was finished, the table cleared of dishes and the two of them were sitting at the table with a bottle of beer each. Dirk had suggested coffee but Pat had suggested beer instead, and Dirk readily agreed. He wasn't really much of a coffee drinker anyhow, and after the long, hot day he spent in the saddle he could use a beer or two. He took a drink from the long necked bottle, noticing out of the corner of his eye that Pat was watching him intently. She'd been eyeing him all through the meal, and he had to admit that he'd been eyeing her as well. Then he set the bottle down on the table in front of him and spoke.“That was one hell of a meal, Pat,” he said, and Pat smiled as she took a pull from her own bottle. “Best I’ve had in a long time, and I sure do appreciate you cooking it for me and giving me a place to stay for the night.”“Why, thank you, Mr. Dirk, I’m glad you enjoyed it!” she replied, smiling at him. “It's been a long time since I had the chance to cook for a good-looking man like yourself, so believe me when I tell you that the pleasure was all mine,” she said.“So how can I repay you for your hospitality?” Dirk asked, sitting forward and resting his elbows on the table. “You’ve got to let me do something for you, you know.” Pat leaned forward and rested her elbows on the table as well, creating about a mile of cleavage for Dirk to admire.“Like I said before, I’m sure you can come up with something,” Pat said in a quiet voice, her blue eyes looking deep into his as she smiled a slightly seductive, slightly wicked smile at him. Her choice of words was not lost on Dirk, and he felt a smile creep across his face.“Are you flirting with me, Pat?” he asked.“Yep,” she replied, still smiling that smile at him, and he could have sworn that she pushed her arms together slightly to create more cleavage for him to admire.“Is it working?” she asked.“Yep,” he replied, looking intently at her across the table. Her smile got bigger and more wicked.“Then why are we sitting here wasting time, when we could be in my room fucking our brains out?” she said, still smiling at Dirk who was more than a little surprised at her candor. Surprised and aroused, that is; he felt his cock twitch at her words.“Good question,” Dirk replied, feeling his cock begin to grow in his jeans.“Then let's go!” Pat said, getting up from her chair, grinning broader than ever. Dirk put his beer on the table and started to get up, but before he could Pat walked over to him and leaned over to kiss him, taking his head in her hands and planting her soft lips on his. The kiss was hot and intense, and it was apparent from the way Pat invaded his mouth with her tongue that this woman was more than ready to get down to some serious business. Dirk felt his cock begin to harden in his jeans, and it grew even more when Pat's hand dropped to his lap and squeezed his shaft.“Hmm, nice!” Pat said in a low voice, breaking the kiss and smiling at him. “I can't wait to suck on this and then smother it with my big tits!”“Speaking of which,” Dirk said, glancing down at her huge tits beneath the shirt and then looking back up at her. Pat got the hint and quickly pulled her shirt out of her jeans and began unbuttoning it. She opened the shirt to reveal her massive mounds encased in a semi-sheer bra, and Dirk wondered how it was strong enough to contain her obviously heavy tits.The bra clasped in the front, and Pat quickly unhooked the clasp and pulled the two cups away from her tits, revealing them to Dirk. They were huge, round and full, swinging with their weight, the nipples hard as two pencil erasers and surrounded by large, pale pink areolas. Pat grabbed them in her hands and squeezed them together, then leaned forward and pushed them against Dirk's face.Dirk slid his arms around her waist as he latched on to one of her nipples, and Pat moaned as he sucked hard on the nub. She could feel her pussy getting wetter by the moment as Dirk sucked on first one and then the other nipple, and when he reached up to grasp her mounds in his hands she let them go and dropped her hand back down to his cock, rubbing and squeezing the big lump there. Dirk squeezed her huge tits hard, pressing them together as he sucked on her nipples and making Pat moan loudly.“Let's go, cowboy,” Pat said, breathing a bit faster as she pulled her tits away from Dirk's grasp and face.“If we don't get to my room right now I’m liable to fuck you right here on the kitchen table!” She grabbed his hand and nearly yanked him out of his chair, leading him down the hallway to her room.Once in her room she led him over to the big four poster bed, then turned to face him as she stripped off her shirt and bra that were both just hanging from her shoulders. She looked at Dirk with obvious lust in her eyes, and her eyes widened a bit when Dirk slipped off his shirt and she saw his muscled torso for the first time. She quickly unfastened her jeans and stepped out of them, her huge, heavy tits swinging with her movements. She tossed the jeans aside and stood naked before Dirk, breathing heavy with excitement. She watched as he unfastened his own jeans and pushed them down over his hips and down his legs, her smile growing bigger when she saw his hard cock for the first time.Nice cock, Dirk!“ she said, smiling up at him. Then she walked over and dropped to her knees in front of him, reaching out and grasping his cock in her hand and gripping it tightly. She cupped his balls with her other hand as she pumped his cock once or twice, then opened her mouth and slid her lips over the head. It was obvious that she was in no mood for formalities and was eager to get right down to business as she slid her mouth all the way down the hard shaft, her soft, wet tongue sliding along the underside of his cock as she quickly deep-throated his entire length and sucked on it. She squeezed and massaged his balls as she sucked on his cock, her head bobbing up and down the length as she worked the shaft in and out of her mouth.Damn, and she deep-throats, too!” Dirk said as he watched her working on his cock. She looked up at him and smiled as she continued sucking his cock, then released it from her mouth after a few more strokes.And I swallow, too!“ she said, pumping his cock as she spoke, But that's for later; right now I want you to tit-fuck me before I fuck you!” She stood up and turned, walking the few steps over to the bed and climbing onto the big mattress. She lay on her back, her head on the pillows, then grabbed her huge mounds and pushed them together as she loo

Dirk has a sensual encounter with a robust lady farmer.By Original Aramis. Listen to the► Podcast at Steamy Stories.The sun was lying low on the horizon, full dark not more than an hour off, when Dirk pulled his Harley into a parking space in front of the small general store in the center of town. He'd been on the road for two days and was halfway through a four-day trip, and this was just one of a dozen small Midwestern towns he'd passed through in the past 24 hours. They all looked the same after a while, like something out of The Andy Griffith Show, but he figured that wasn't really so bad after all. This town was smaller than most with no more than a dozen buildings lining each side of what he thought was Main Street, and as he looked around he didn't see what he was looking for.As he looked up and down both sides of the street he noticed that he was the center of attention, and he certainly understood why - there wasn't another bike in sight, much less another biker, and he knew that the locals certainly weren't used to long-haired strangers in old jeans, t-shirts, and leather vests festooned with club patches riding into town on a bike that sounded like thunder on two wheels. He took off his helmet, hung it on the mirror, and then walked towards the wooden door to the general store, stripping off his black leather fingerless gloves as he went.The air inside the store was cool, and it was a welcome relief from the heat of the late August afternoon. A bell over the door jingled as he walked in, and a man who must have been the owner looked up at him from behind the counter to Dirk's left. There was a woman standing on this side of the counter as well, but Dirk didn't pay much attention to her at first.“Howdy, stranger,” the man said, sounding like something out of an old Western movie. Dirk smiled a bit as he replied.“Hey, how are ya,” he said, pulling a red paisley bandana out of his back pocket and wiping his face.“Where are your drink coolers?” he asked, stuffing the bandana back in his pocket.“Rear of the store to your right,” the man said, pointing in that direction.“Thanks,” Dirk said, walking towards the coolers, his motorcycle boots clumping on the wooden floor. A few moments later he walked up to the counter and placed two big bottles of Gatorade on the counter. He nodded at the woman next to the counter and gave her a polite smile, and she smiled back. He was considerably taller than her; he stood six feet even, and she was five foot nothing at the most.“That do it for ya?” the man behind the counter asked. Dirk nodded as he replied.“Yeah, that's it,” he said as the man rang up the drinks.“That'll be three dollars and ten cents,” he said, reaching for a paper bag as Dirk pulled his leather wallet out of his other back pocket, the chain attached to it swinging.“That's okay, I don't need a bag,” Dirk said, pulling a five out of his wallet and handing it to the man. Then he picked up one of the bottles, twisted the cap off, and took a long drink out of it. It was cold and good, and it gave him chills as it went down. He took his change from the man and stuffed it in one of the side pockets of his vest, then took another smaller drink from the bottle before speaking again.“Is there a motel around here somewhere?” he asked the man behind the counter. I didn't see one on the main drag out front.“You didn't see one because they're ain't one,” the man replied, smiling at Dirk. “And the closest motel from here is in Junction City, about eighty miles thataway,” the man said, pointing down the road in the direction that Dirk was travelling.“Great, just freaking great,” Dirk muttered. “Another hour and a half on the road just what I need!”“You need a place to stay, cowboy?” the woman said, and Dirk turned and looked at her, really seeing her for the first time.She was short, about five feet tall, with sparkling blue eyes and short red hair worn in a pageboy style. She had a slightly round face, small pert nose and nice lips that were spread in a smile showing her white teeth. She was a solid woman, a little more stout than Dirk normally preferred, clad in a loose-fitting cotton long sleeve plaid shirt tucked into jeans that were tight enough to show off the considerable curves of her full, rounded ass and equally full thighs. The shirt was unbuttoned to the second button which showed enough cleavage to give Dirk a good indication of the mountainous tits that tented out the front of the shirt. Dirk wondered when was the last time this woman saw her feet. It was an effort to tear his eyes away from the huge mounds of her tits pushing out the front of her shirt, especially with all of the cleavage she was showing, but he managed it.“Yeah, I do,” he replied, nodding at her and giving her a small smile. She smiled back at him even bigger in return. “A barn would be just fine if you got one,” he continued.“My mother would roll over in her grave at my lack of hospitality if I made a house guest sleep in the barn!” the woman said, laughing. Her huge tits jiggled in her shirt as she laughed, drawing Dirk's attention again.“I got a spare room in the back of the house that's yours if you want it, and you can keep your iron horse out in the barn,” she said, nodding to the bike parked in front of the store.“I sure appreciate that, ma'am,” Dirk replied, his smile a bit bigger as he spoke. “But don't you think you'd better check with your husband first? You coming home with a biker for an overnight house guest might not go over too well with him, ya know,” he said.The woman broke out in laughter at this, and the man behind the counter chuckled as well. Dirk gave them both a puzzled look, and then the woman spoke again.“Well, for starters, cowboy, my name is Pat,” she said, grinning hugely at him and sticking out her hand. He took her hand and shook it; and was surprised to find her grip firm and sure.“If you're gonna be sleeping under my roof tonight, I think it only right that we know each other's names, don't you?”“Fair enough; my name's Dirk,” he replied.“Pleased to meet you, Dirk!” Pat said, her blue eyes sparkling. “And as for the husband, well, there isn't one, so don't you worry about that! I threw his ass out years ago, the lazy good-for-nothing bastard! Now it's just me and Max, my Bassett Hound. I love him to death but he isn't much on conversation, so it'll be good to have someone to talk to, over dinner tonight,” she said.“I appreciate your hospitality, Pat, I really do,” Dirk said, relaxing a bit and letting his smile get a little bigger. “But you have to let me pay you for the nigh, or at least buy the food, something to return the favor.” Pat smiled up at him when he said this, and he saw a new, brighter sparkle in her blue eyes as she replied.“Oh, I’m sure you'll come up with something!” she said. She paused and looked up at him for a moment, grinning at him, then broke eye contact as she walked past him toward the door. “Sun's going down, so we'd better get a move on,” she said, opening the wooden door to the store. She turned and looked at him as he picked up the second bottle of Gatorade from the counter and turned to follow her.“You can follow me out to the farm; it's about ten miles south of here so we'll be there in about fifteen minutes or so. Then she walked out of the store and over to an old but very well-kept customized Chevy S-10 pickup truck, getting in and starting the engine. Dirk quickly put the other bottle of Gatorade in his saddlebag, threw on his helmet and gloves, then got on the bike and fired it up. She drove out of town with him following behind her, the thunder of his pipes bouncing off of the few buildings there were in the center of town.Fifteen minutes later Pat turned off of the two-lane county blacktop road onto a dirt driveway that must have been at least a quarter of a mile long. The land on either side of the road was green with soybeans, and sitting at the end of the driveway right in the center of the huge expanse of farmland was a typical Midwestern-style wooden white farmhouse with a green roof, green shutters on the windows and a wraparound porch. The house had several large, old oak trees around it, effectively putting the house in the shade for most of the day. Dirk could see the barn rising up behind the house, and he pulled his bike up to the barn as Pat parked the truck in front of the house. He got his bag of belongings out of the left saddlebag and walked around to the front of the house where Pat was waiting for him on the porch. She smiled at him as he walked up the wooden steps to the porch."Welcome to Shady Oaks, my farm,” Pat said proudly. “I grow the best soybeans in the state here, and am damn proud of it!”“You work all this land all on your own, Pat?” Dirk asked, looking around at the vast expanse of farmland that surrounded the house. Pat laughed briefly before replying.“Hell, no! I let the hired help take care of that,” she explained, opening the front door and walking inside with Dirk following her. The inside of the house was dark and cool, just as Dirk imagined it would be.“I just keep the books, write the paychecks for the help, and put the rest of the money in the bank, Pat said as she walked down the short hallway to the sitting room. Max the Bassett Hound was lying on the couch sleeping, and he slowly lifted his head to look at them as they came in the room. Pat scratched him on the top of his head as she walked past, and then Max dropped his head again and went back to sleep.She stopped in the center of the room and turned to Dirk as she continued. "The spare room is through that door and down the hall, the last room on the right,” she said, pointing down the hallway.“Why don't you go ahead and drop your gear, maybe wash the road grime from your face while I get started on dinner? The bathroom's right across the hall from your room,” she said.“Thanks, Pat, I appreciate that, Dirk said, smiling at her. "I sure could use a shower; do I have time for that before dinner's ready?”“I'll make sure you do,” Pat said, smiling back. “Now you go on and take care of yourself while I get started on dinner!” Then she turned and walked out of the sitting room, heading for the kitchen. Dirk watched her go, admiring the swinging of her full, rounded ass as she walked. There was something about this woman that both intrigued and excited him, and even though his type was usually the slender blonde with big tits and no brains that could suck the chrome off a trailer hitch, there was something about this short, stout redheaded woman with big tits that he couldn't deny. He shook his head slightly and then headed for his room to drop his gear and then shower.When Pat heard the sound of his boots moving down the hallway, she stuck her head around the corner and watched him walk away. She wasn't sure if it was the long hair, the faded jeans, the muscled build glimpsed beneath his t-shirt, the leather vest with the biker club patches on it, the bike he rode or a combination of all of the above, but Pat knew that there was something about this man that both attracted and excited her. She felt a stirring in her loins whenever she looked at him, and she was feeling it now as she watched his tight ass walking down the hallway. She sighed as he opened the door to his room and went inside, smiling to herself as she started working on dinner.“I have a feeling this is gonna be a very interesting and exciting evening!” she said to herself, her smile growing bigger.The shower felt wonderful, and when Dirk was finished he put his jeans back on and got a clean t-shirt out of his bag, putting that on as well. He thought about putting his boots back on but decided not to; he had a feeling that Pat wouldn't mind the informality of it all. He also had a feeling he'd only be taking them off again later anyway, and not to go to bed. He walked out of the room barefoot, the aroma of dinner cooking on the stove filling the hallway and the rest of the house.“Smells great, Pat,” he said, walking into the kitchen.“And it tastes just as good!” she replied, smiling up at him. “Everything's ready, so have a seat at the table and let's eat,” she said.An hour later the meal was finished, the table cleared of dishes and the two of them were sitting at the table with a bottle of beer each. Dirk had suggested coffee but Pat had suggested beer instead, and Dirk readily agreed. He wasn't really much of a coffee drinker anyhow, and after the long, hot day he spent in the saddle he could use a beer or two. He took a drink from the long necked bottle, noticing out of the corner of his eye that Pat was watching him intently. She'd been eyeing him all through the meal, and he had to admit that he'd been eyeing her as well. Then he set the bottle down on the table in front of him and spoke.“That was one hell of a meal, Pat,” he said, and Pat smiled as she took a pull from her own bottle. “Best I’ve had in a long time, and I sure do appreciate you cooking it for me and giving me a place to stay for the night.”“Why, thank you, Mr. Dirk, I’m glad you enjoyed it!” she replied, smiling at him. “It's been a long time since I had the chance to cook for a good-looking man like yourself, so believe me when I tell you that the pleasure was all mine,” she said.“So how can I repay you for your hospitality?” Dirk asked, sitting forward and resting his elbows on the table. “You’ve got to let me do something for you, you know.” Pat leaned forward and rested her elbows on the table as well, creating about a mile of cleavage for Dirk to admire.“Like I said before, I’m sure you can come up with something,” Pat said in a quiet voice, her blue eyes looking deep into his as she smiled a slightly seductive, slightly wicked smile at him. Her choice of words was not lost on Dirk, and he felt a smile creep across his face.“Are you flirting with me, Pat?” he asked.“Yep,” she replied, still smiling that smile at him, and he could have sworn that she pushed her arms together slightly to create more cleavage for him to admire.“Is it working?” she asked.“Yep,” he replied, looking intently at her across the table. Her smile got bigger and more wicked.“Then why are we sitting here wasting time, when we could be in my room fucking our brains out?” she said, still smiling at Dirk who was more than a little surprised at her candor. Surprised and aroused, that is; he felt his cock twitch at her words.“Good question,” Dirk replied, feeling his cock begin to grow in his jeans.“Then let's go!” Pat said, getting up from her chair, grinning broader than ever. Dirk put his beer on the table and started to get up, but before he could Pat walked over to him and leaned over to kiss him, taking his head in her hands and planting her soft lips on his. The kiss was hot and intense, and it was apparent from the way Pat invaded his mouth with her tongue that this woman was more than ready to get down to some serious business. Dirk felt his cock begin to harden in his jeans, and it grew even more when Pat's hand dropped to his lap and squeezed his shaft.“Hmm, nice!” Pat said in a low voice, breaking the kiss and smiling at him. “I can't wait to suck on this and then smother it with my big tits!”“Speaking of which,” Dirk said, glancing down at her huge tits beneath the shirt and then looking back up at her. Pat got the hint and quickly pulled her shirt out of her jeans and began unbuttoning it. She opened the shirt to reveal her massive mounds encased in a semi-sheer bra, and Dirk wondered how it was strong enough to contain her obviously heavy tits.The bra clasped in the front, and Pat quickly unhooked the clasp and pulled the two cups away from her tits, revealing them to Dirk. They were huge, round and full, swinging with their weight, the nipples hard as two pencil erasers and surrounded by large, pale pink areolas. Pat grabbed them in her hands and squeezed them together, then leaned forward and pushed them against Dirk's face.Dirk slid his arms around her waist as he latched on to one of her nipples, and Pat moaned as he sucked hard on the nub. She could feel her pussy getting wetter by the moment as Dirk sucked on first one and then the other nipple, and when he reached up to grasp her mounds in his hands she let them go and dropped her hand back down to his cock, rubbing and squeezing the big lump there. Dirk squeezed her huge tits hard, pressing them together as he sucked on her nipples and making Pat moan loudly.“Let's go, cowboy,” Pat said, breathing a bit faster as she pulled her tits away from Dirk's grasp and face.“If we don't get to my room right now I’m liable to fuck you right here on the kitchen table!” She grabbed his hand and nearly yanked him out of his chair, leading him down the hallway to her room.Once in her room she led him over to the big four poster bed, then turned to face him as she stripped off her shirt and bra that were both just hanging from her shoulders. She looked at Dirk with obvious lust in her eyes, and her eyes widened a bit when Dirk slipped off his shirt and she saw his muscled torso for the first time. She quickly unfastened her jeans and stepped out of them, her huge, heavy tits swinging with her movements. She tossed the jeans aside and stood naked before Dirk, breathing heavy with excitement. She watched as he unfastened his own jeans and pushed them down over his hips and down his legs, her smile growing bigger when she saw his hard cock for the first time.Nice cock, Dirk!“ she said, smiling up at him. Then she walked over and dropped to her knees in front of him, reaching out and grasping his cock in her hand and gripping it tightly. She cupped his balls with her other hand as she pumped his cock once or twice, then opened her mouth and slid her lips over the head. It was obvious that she was in no mood for formalities and was eager to get right down to business as she slid her mouth all the way down the hard shaft, her soft, wet tongue sliding along the underside of his cock as she quickly deep-throated his entire length and sucked on it. She squeezed and massaged his balls as she sucked on his cock, her head bobbing up and down the length as she worked the shaft in and out of her mouth.Damn, and she deep-throats, too!” Dirk said as he watched her working on his cock. She looked up at him and smiled as she continued sucking his cock, then released it from her mouth after a few more strokes.And I swallow, too!“ she said, pumping his cock as she spoke, But that's for later; right now I want you to tit-fuck me before I fuck you!” She stood up and turned, walking the few steps over to the bed and climbing onto the big mattress. She lay on her back, her head on the pillows, then grabbed her huge mounds and pushed them together as she loo

Dirk has a sensual encounter with a robust lady farmer.By Original Aramis. Listen to the► Podcast at Steamy Stories.The sun was lying low on the horizon, full dark not more than an hour off, when Dirk pulled his Harley into a parking space in front of the small general store in the center of town. He'd been on the road for two days and was halfway through a four-day trip, and this was just one of a dozen small Midwestern towns he'd passed through in the past 24 hours. They all looked the same after a while, like something out of The Andy Griffith Show, but he figured that wasn't really so bad after all. This town was smaller than most with no more than a dozen buildings lining each side of what he thought was Main Street, and as he looked around he didn't see what he was looking for.As he looked up and down both sides of the street he noticed that he was the center of attention, and he certainly understood why - there wasn't another bike in sight, much less another biker, and he knew that the locals certainly weren't used to long-haired strangers in old jeans, t-shirts, and leather vests festooned with club patches riding into town on a bike that sounded like thunder on two wheels. He took off his helmet, hung it on the mirror, and then walked towards the wooden door to the general store, stripping off his black leather fingerless gloves as he went.The air inside the store was cool, and it was a welcome relief from the heat of the late August afternoon. A bell over the door jingled as he walked in, and a man who must have been the owner looked up at him from behind the counter to Dirk's left. There was a woman standing on this side of the counter as well, but Dirk didn't pay much attention to her at first.“Howdy, stranger,” the man said, sounding like something out of an old Western movie. Dirk smiled a bit as he replied.“Hey, how are ya,” he said, pulling a red paisley bandana out of his back pocket and wiping his face.“Where are your drink coolers?” he asked, stuffing the bandana back in his pocket.“Rear of the store to your right,” the man said, pointing in that direction.“Thanks,” Dirk said, walking towards the coolers, his motorcycle boots clumping on the wooden floor. A few moments later he walked up to the counter and placed two big bottles of Gatorade on the counter. He nodded at the woman next to the counter and gave her a polite smile, and she smiled back. He was considerably taller than her; he stood six feet even, and she was five foot nothing at the most.“That do it for ya?” the man behind the counter asked. Dirk nodded as he replied.“Yeah, that's it,” he said as the man rang up the drinks.“That'll be three dollars and ten cents,” he said, reaching for a paper bag as Dirk pulled his leather wallet out of his other back pocket, the chain attached to it swinging.“That's okay, I don't need a bag,” Dirk said, pulling a five out of his wallet and handing it to the man. Then he picked up one of the bottles, twisted the cap off, and took a long drink out of it. It was cold and good, and it gave him chills as it went down. He took his change from the man and stuffed it in one of the side pockets of his vest, then took another smaller drink from the bottle before speaking again.“Is there a motel around here somewhere?” he asked the man behind the counter. I didn't see one on the main drag out front.“You didn't see one because they're ain't one,” the man replied, smiling at Dirk. “And the closest motel from here is in Junction City, about eighty miles thataway,” the man said, pointing down the road in the direction that Dirk was travelling.“Great, just freaking great,” Dirk muttered. “Another hour and a half on the road just what I need!”“You need a place to stay, cowboy?” the woman said, and Dirk turned and looked at her, really seeing her for the first time.She was short, about five feet tall, with sparkling blue eyes and short red hair worn in a pageboy style. She had a slightly round face, small pert nose and nice lips that were spread in a smile showing her white teeth. She was a solid woman, a little more stout than Dirk normally preferred, clad in a loose-fitting cotton long sleeve plaid shirt tucked into jeans that were tight enough to show off the considerable curves of her full, rounded ass and equally full thighs. The shirt was unbuttoned to the second button which showed enough cleavage to give Dirk a good indication of the mountainous tits that tented out the front of the shirt. Dirk wondered when was the last time this woman saw her feet. It was an effort to tear his eyes away from the huge mounds of her tits pushing out the front of her shirt, especially with all of the cleavage she was showing, but he managed it.“Yeah, I do,” he replied, nodding at her and giving her a small smile. She smiled back at him even bigger in return. “A barn would be just fine if you got one,” he continued.“My mother would roll over in her grave at my lack of hospitality if I made a house guest sleep in the barn!” the woman said, laughing. Her huge tits jiggled in her shirt as she laughed, drawing Dirk's attention again.“I got a spare room in the back of the house that's yours if you want it, and you can keep your iron horse out in the barn,” she said, nodding to the bike parked in front of the store.“I sure appreciate that, ma'am,” Dirk replied, his smile a bit bigger as he spoke. “But don't you think you'd better check with your husband first? You coming home with a biker for an overnight house guest might not go over too well with him, ya know,” he said.The woman broke out in laughter at this, and the man behind the counter chuckled as well. Dirk gave them both a puzzled look, and then the woman spoke again.“Well, for starters, cowboy, my name is Pat,” she said, grinning hugely at him and sticking out her hand. He took her hand and shook it; and was surprised to find her grip firm and sure.“If you're gonna be sleeping under my roof tonight, I think it only right that we know each other's names, don't you?”“Fair enough; my name's Dirk,” he replied.“Pleased to meet you, Dirk!” Pat said, her blue eyes sparkling. “And as for the husband, well, there isn't one, so don't you worry about that! I threw his ass out years ago, the lazy good-for-nothing bastard! Now it's just me and Max, my Bassett Hound. I love him to death but he isn't much on conversation, so it'll be good to have someone to talk to, over dinner tonight,” she said.“I appreciate your hospitality, Pat, I really do,” Dirk said, relaxing a bit and letting his smile get a little bigger. “But you have to let me pay you for the nigh, or at least buy the food, something to return the favor.” Pat smiled up at him when he said this, and he saw a new, brighter sparkle in her blue eyes as she replied.“Oh, I’m sure you'll come up with something!” she said. She paused and looked up at him for a moment, grinning at him, then broke eye contact as she walked past him toward the door. “Sun's going down, so we'd better get a move on,” she said, opening the wooden door to the store. She turned and looked at him as he picked up the second bottle of Gatorade from the counter and turned to follow her.“You can follow me out to the farm; it's about ten miles south of here so we'll be there in about fifteen minutes or so. Then she walked out of the store and over to an old but very well-kept customized Chevy S-10 pickup truck, getting in and starting the engine. Dirk quickly put the other bottle of Gatorade in his saddlebag, threw on his helmet and gloves, then got on the bike and fired it up. She drove out of town with him following behind her, the thunder of his pipes bouncing off of the few buildings there were in the center of town.Fifteen minutes later Pat turned off of the two-lane county blacktop road onto a dirt driveway that must have been at least a quarter of a mile long. The land on either side of the road was green with soybeans, and sitting at the end of the driveway right in the center of the huge expanse of farmland was a typical Midwestern-style wooden white farmhouse with a green roof, green shutters on the windows and a wraparound porch. The house had several large, old oak trees around it, effectively putting the house in the shade for most of the day. Dirk could see the barn rising up behind the house, and he pulled his bike up to the barn as Pat parked the truck in front of the house. He got his bag of belongings out of the left saddlebag and walked around to the front of the house where Pat was waiting for him on the porch. She smiled at him as he walked up the wooden steps to the porch."Welcome to Shady Oaks, my farm,” Pat said proudly. “I grow the best soybeans in the state here, and am damn proud of it!”“You work all this land all on your own, Pat?” Dirk asked, looking around at the vast expanse of farmland that surrounded the house. Pat laughed briefly before replying.“Hell, no! I let the hired help take care of that,” she explained, opening the front door and walking inside with Dirk following her. The inside of the house was dark and cool, just as Dirk imagined it would be.“I just keep the books, write the paychecks for the help, and put the rest of the money in the bank, Pat said as she walked down the short hallway to the sitting room. Max the Bassett Hound was lying on the couch sleeping, and he slowly lifted his head to look at them as they came in the room. Pat scratched him on the top of his head as she walked past, and then Max dropped his head again and went back to sleep.She stopped in the center of the room and turned to Dirk as she continued. "The spare room is through that door and down the hall, the last room on the right,” she said, pointing down the hallway.“Why don't you go ahead and drop your gear, maybe wash the road grime from your face while I get started on dinner? The bathroom's right across the hall from your room,” she said.“Thanks, Pat, I appreciate that, Dirk said, smiling at her. "I sure could use a shower; do I have time for that before dinner's ready?”“I'll make sure you do,” Pat said, smiling back. “Now you go on and take care of yourself while I get started on dinner!” Then she turned and walked out of the sitting room, heading for the kitchen. Dirk watched her go, admiring the swinging of her full, rounded ass as she walked. There was something about this woman that both intrigued and excited him, and even though his type was usually the slender blonde with big tits and no brains that could suck the chrome off a trailer hitch, there was something about this short, stout redheaded woman with big tits that he couldn't deny. He shook his head slightly and then headed for his room to drop his gear and then shower.When Pat heard the sound of his boots moving down the hallway, she stuck her head around the corner and watched him walk away. She wasn't sure if it was the long hair, the faded jeans, the muscled build glimpsed beneath his t-shirt, the leather vest with the biker club patches on it, the bike he rode or a combination of all of the above, but Pat knew that there was something about this man that both attracted and excited her. She felt a stirring in her loins whenever she looked at him, and she was feeling it now as she watched his tight ass walking down the hallway. She sighed as he opened the door to his room and went inside, smiling to herself as she started working on dinner.“I have a feeling this is gonna be a very interesting and exciting evening!” she said to herself, her smile growing bigger.The shower felt wonderful, and when Dirk was finished he put his jeans back on and got a clean t-shirt out of his bag, putting that on as well. He thought about putting his boots back on but decided not to; he had a feeling that Pat wouldn't mind the informality of it all. He also had a feeling he'd only be taking them off again later anyway, and not to go to bed. He walked out of the room barefoot, the aroma of dinner cooking on the stove filling the hallway and the rest of the house.“Smells great, Pat,” he said, walking into the kitchen.“And it tastes just as good!” she replied, smiling up at him. “Everything's ready, so have a seat at the table and let's eat,” she said.An hour later the meal was finished, the table cleared of dishes and the two of them were sitting at the table with a bottle of beer each. Dirk had suggested coffee but Pat had suggested beer instead, and Dirk readily agreed. He wasn't really much of a coffee drinker anyhow, and after the long, hot day he spent in the saddle he could use a beer or two. He took a drink from the long necked bottle, noticing out of the corner of his eye that Pat was watching him intently. She'd been eyeing him all through the meal, and he had to admit that he'd been eyeing her as well. Then he set the bottle down on the table in front of him and spoke.“That was one hell of a meal, Pat,” he said, and Pat smiled as she took a pull from her own bottle. “Best I’ve had in a long time, and I sure do appreciate you cooking it for me and giving me a place to stay for the night.”“Why, thank you, Mr. Dirk, I’m glad you enjoyed it!” she replied, smiling at him. “It's been a long time since I had the chance to cook for a good-looking man like yourself, so believe me when I tell you that the pleasure was all mine,” she said.“So how can I repay you for your hospitality?” Dirk asked, sitting forward and resting his elbows on the table. “You’ve got to let me do something for you, you know.” Pat leaned forward and rested her elbows on the table as well, creating about a mile of cleavage for Dirk to admire.“Like I said before, I’m sure you can come up with something,” Pat said in a quiet voice, her blue eyes looking deep into his as she smiled a slightly seductive, slightly wicked smile at him. Her choice of words was not lost on Dirk, and he felt a smile creep across his face.“Are you flirting with me, Pat?” he asked.“Yep,” she replied, still smiling that smile at him, and he could have sworn that she pushed her arms together slightly to create more cleavage for him to admire.“Is it working?” she asked.“Yep,” he replied, looking intently at her across the table. Her smile got bigger and more wicked.“Then why are we sitting here wasting time, when we could be in my room fucking our brains out?” she said, still smiling at Dirk who was more than a little surprised at her candor. Surprised and aroused, that is; he felt his cock twitch at her words.“Good question,” Dirk replied, feeling his cock begin to grow in his jeans.“Then let's go!” Pat said, getting up from her chair, grinning broader than ever. Dirk put his beer on the table and started to get up, but before he could Pat walked over to him and leaned over to kiss him, taking his head in her hands and planting her soft lips on his. The kiss was hot and intense, and it was apparent from the way Pat invaded his mouth with her tongue that this woman was more than ready to get down to some serious business. Dirk felt his cock begin to harden in his jeans, and it grew even more when Pat's hand dropped to his lap and squeezed his shaft.“Hmm, nice!” Pat said in a low voice, breaking the kiss and smiling at him. “I can't wait to suck on this and then smother it with my big tits!”“Speaking of which,” Dirk said, glancing down at her huge tits beneath the shirt and then looking back up at her. Pat got the hint and quickly pulled her shirt out of her jeans and began unbuttoning it. She opened the shirt to reveal her massive mounds encased in a semi-sheer bra, and Dirk wondered how it was strong enough to contain her obviously heavy tits.The bra clasped in the front, and Pat quickly unhooked the clasp and pulled the two cups away from her tits, revealing them to Dirk. They were huge, round and full, swinging with their weight, the nipples hard as two pencil erasers and surrounded by large, pale pink areolas. Pat grabbed them in her hands and squeezed them together, then leaned forward and pushed them against Dirk's face.Dirk slid his arms around her waist as he latched on to one of her nipples, and Pat moaned as he sucked hard on the nub. She could feel her pussy getting wetter by the moment as Dirk sucked on first one and then the other nipple, and when he reached up to grasp her mounds in his hands she let them go and dropped her hand back down to his cock, rubbing and squeezing the big lump there. Dirk squeezed her huge tits hard, pressing them together as he sucked on her nipples and making Pat moan loudly.“Let's go, cowboy,” Pat said, breathing a bit faster as she pulled her tits away from Dirk's grasp and face.“If we don't get to my room right now I’m liable to fuck you right here on the kitchen table!” She grabbed his hand and nearly yanked him out of his chair, leading him down the hallway to her room.Once in her room she led him over to the big four poster bed, then turned to face him as she stripped off her shirt and bra that were both just hanging from her shoulders. She looked at Dirk with obvious lust in her eyes, and her eyes widened a bit when Dirk slipped off his shirt and she saw his muscled torso for the first time. She quickly unfastened her jeans and stepped out of them, her huge, heavy tits swinging with her movements. She tossed the jeans aside and stood naked before Dirk, breathing heavy with excitement. She watched as he unfastened his own jeans and pushed them down over his hips and down his legs, her smile growing bigger when she saw his hard cock for the first time.Nice cock, Dirk!“ she said, smiling up at him. Then she walked over and dropped to her knees in front of him, reaching out and grasping his cock in her hand and gripping it tightly. She cupped his balls with her other hand as she pumped his cock once or twice, then opened her mouth and slid her lips over the head. It was obvious that she was in no mood for formalities and was eager to get right down to business as she slid her mouth all the way down the hard shaft, her soft, wet tongue sliding along the underside of his cock as she quickly deep-throated his entire length and sucked on it. She squeezed and massaged his balls as she sucked on his cock, her head bobbing up and down the length as she worked the shaft in and out of her mouth.Damn, and she deep-throats, too!” Dirk said as he watched her working on his cock. She looked up at him and smiled as she continued sucking his cock, then released it from her mouth after a few more strokes.And I swallow, too!“ she said, pumping his cock as she spoke, But that's for later; right now I want you to tit-fuck me before I fuck you!” She stood up and turned, walking the few steps over to the bed and climbing onto the big mattress. She lay on her back, her head on the pillows, then grabbed her huge mounds and pushed them together as she loo

Dirk has a sensual encounter with a robust lady farmer.By Original Aramis. Listen to the► Podcast at Steamy Stories.The sun was lying low on the horizon, full dark not more than an hour off, when Dirk pulled his Harley into a parking space in front of the small general store in the center of town. He'd been on the road for two days and was halfway through a four-day trip, and this was just one of a dozen small Midwestern towns he'd passed through in the past 24 hours. They all looked the same after a while, like something out of The Andy Griffith Show, but he figured that wasn't really so bad after all. This town was smaller than most with no more than a dozen buildings lining each side of what he thought was Main Street, and as he looked around he didn't see what he was looking for.As he looked up and down both sides of the street he noticed that he was the center of attention, and he certainly understood why - there wasn't another bike in sight, much less another biker, and he knew that the locals certainly weren't used to long-haired strangers in old jeans, t-shirts, and leather vests festooned with club patches riding into town on a bike that sounded like thunder on two wheels. He took off his helmet, hung it on the mirror, and then walked towards the wooden door to the general store, stripping off his black leather fingerless gloves as he went.The air inside the store was cool, and it was a welcome relief from the heat of the late August afternoon. A bell over the door jingled as he walked in, and a man who must have been the owner looked up at him from behind the counter to Dirk's left. There was a woman standing on this side of the counter as well, but Dirk didn't pay much attention to her at first.“Howdy, stranger,” the man said, sounding like something out of an old Western movie. Dirk smiled a bit as he replied.“Hey, how are ya,” he said, pulling a red paisley bandana out of his back pocket and wiping his face.“Where are your drink coolers?” he asked, stuffing the bandana back in his pocket.“Rear of the store to your right,” the man said, pointing in that direction.“Thanks,” Dirk said, walking towards the coolers, his motorcycle boots clumping on the wooden floor. A few moments later he walked up to the counter and placed two big bottles of Gatorade on the counter. He nodded at the woman next to the counter and gave her a polite smile, and she smiled back. He was considerably taller than her; he stood six feet even, and she was five foot nothing at the most.“That do it for ya?” the man behind the counter asked. Dirk nodded as he replied.“Yeah, that's it,” he said as the man rang up the drinks.“That'll be three dollars and ten cents,” he said, reaching for a paper bag as Dirk pulled his leather wallet out of his other back pocket, the chain attached to it swinging.“That's okay, I don't need a bag,” Dirk said, pulling a five out of his wallet and handing it to the man. Then he picked up one of the bottles, twisted the cap off, and took a long drink out of it. It was cold and good, and it gave him chills as it went down. He took his change from the man and stuffed it in one of the side pockets of his vest, then took another smaller drink from the bottle before speaking again.“Is there a motel around here somewhere?” he asked the man behind the counter. I didn't see one on the main drag out front.“You didn't see one because they're ain't one,” the man replied, smiling at Dirk. “And the closest motel from here is in Junction City, about eighty miles thataway,” the man said, pointing down the road in the direction that Dirk was travelling.“Great, just freaking great,” Dirk muttered. “Another hour and a half on the road just what I need!”“You need a place to stay, cowboy?” the woman said, and Dirk turned and looked at her, really seeing her for the first time.She was short, about five feet tall, with sparkling blue eyes and short red hair worn in a pageboy style. She had a slightly round face, small pert nose and nice lips that were spread in a smile showing her white teeth. She was a solid woman, a little more stout than Dirk normally preferred, clad in a loose-fitting cotton long sleeve plaid shirt tucked into jeans that were tight enough to show off the considerable curves of her full, rounded ass and equally full thighs. The shirt was unbuttoned to the second button which showed enough cleavage to give Dirk a good indication of the mountainous tits that tented out the front of the shirt. Dirk wondered when was the last time this woman saw her feet. It was an effort to tear his eyes away from the huge mounds of her tits pushing out the front of her shirt, especially with all of the cleavage she was showing, but he managed it.“Yeah, I do,” he replied, nodding at her and giving her a small smile. She smiled back at him even bigger in return. “A barn would be just fine if you got one,” he continued.“My mother would roll over in her grave at my lack of hospitality if I made a house guest sleep in the barn!” the woman said, laughing. Her huge tits jiggled in her shirt as she laughed, drawing Dirk's attention again.“I got a spare room in the back of the house that's yours if you want it, and you can keep your iron horse out in the barn,” she said, nodding to the bike parked in front of the store.“I sure appreciate that, ma'am,” Dirk replied, his smile a bit bigger as he spoke. “But don't you think you'd better check with your husband first? You coming home with a biker for an overnight house guest might not go over too well with him, ya know,” he said.The woman broke out in laughter at this, and the man behind the counter chuckled as well. Dirk gave them both a puzzled look, and then the woman spoke again.“Well, for starters, cowboy, my name is Pat,” she said, grinning hugely at him and sticking out her hand. He took her hand and shook it; and was surprised to find her grip firm and sure.“If you're gonna be sleeping under my roof tonight, I think it only right that we know each other's names, don't you?”“Fair enough; my name's Dirk,” he replied.“Pleased to meet you, Dirk!” Pat said, her blue eyes sparkling. “And as for the husband, well, there isn't one, so don't you worry about that! I threw his ass out years ago, the lazy good-for-nothing bastard! Now it's just me and Max, my Bassett Hound. I love him to death but he isn't much on conversation, so it'll be good to have someone to talk to, over dinner tonight,” she said.“I appreciate your hospitality, Pat, I really do,” Dirk said, relaxing a bit and letting his smile get a little bigger. “But you have to let me pay you for the nigh, or at least buy the food, something to return the favor.” Pat smiled up at him when he said this, and he saw a new, brighter sparkle in her blue eyes as she replied.“Oh, I’m sure you'll come up with something!” she said. She paused and looked up at him for a moment, grinning at him, then broke eye contact as she walked past him toward the door. “Sun's going down, so we'd better get a move on,” she said, opening the wooden door to the store. She turned and looked at him as he picked up the second bottle of Gatorade from the counter and turned to follow her.“You can follow me out to the farm; it's about ten miles south of here so we'll be there in about fifteen minutes or so. Then she walked out of the store and over to an old but very well-kept customized Chevy S-10 pickup truck, getting in and starting the engine. Dirk quickly put the other bottle of Gatorade in his saddlebag, threw on his helmet and gloves, then got on the bike and fired it up. She drove out of town with him following behind her, the thunder of his pipes bouncing off of the few buildings there were in the center of town.Fifteen minutes later Pat turned off of the two-lane county blacktop road onto a dirt driveway that must have been at least a quarter of a mile long. The land on either side of the road was green with soybeans, and sitting at the end of the driveway right in the center of the huge expanse of farmland was a typical Midwestern-style wooden white farmhouse with a green roof, green shutters on the windows and a wraparound porch. The house had several large, old oak trees around it, effectively putting the house in the shade for most of the day. Dirk could see the barn rising up behind the house, and he pulled his bike up to the barn as Pat parked the truck in front of the house. He got his bag of belongings out of the left saddlebag and walked around to the front of the house where Pat was waiting for him on the porch. She smiled at him as he walked up the wooden steps to the porch."Welcome to Shady Oaks, my farm,” Pat said proudly. “I grow the best soybeans in the state here, and am damn proud of it!”“You work all this land all on your own, Pat?” Dirk asked, looking around at the vast expanse of farmland that surrounded the house. Pat laughed briefly before replying.“Hell, no! I let the hired help take care of that,” she explained, opening the front door and walking inside with Dirk following her. The inside of the house was dark and cool, just as Dirk imagined it would be.“I just keep the books, write the paychecks for the help, and put the rest of the money in the bank, Pat said as she walked down the short hallway to the sitting room. Max the Bassett Hound was lying on the couch sleeping, and he slowly lifted his head to look at them as they came in the room. Pat scratched him on the top of his head as she walked past, and then Max dropped his head again and went back to sleep.She stopped in the center of the room and turned to Dirk as she continued. "The spare room is through that door and down the hall, the last room on the right,” she said, pointing down the hallway.“Why don't you go ahead and drop your gear, maybe wash the road grime from your face while I get started on dinner? The bathroom's right across the hall from your room,” she said.“Thanks, Pat, I appreciate that, Dirk said, smiling at her. "I sure could use a shower; do I have time for that before dinner's ready?”“I'll make sure you do,” Pat said, smiling back. “Now you go on and take care of yourself while I get started on dinner!” Then she turned and walked out of the sitting room, heading for the kitchen. Dirk watched her go, admiring the swinging of her full, rounded ass as she walked. There was something about this woman that both intrigued and excited him, and even though his type was usually the slender blonde with big tits and no brains that could suck the chrome off a trailer hitch, there was something about this short, stout redheaded woman with big tits that he couldn't deny. He shook his head slightly and then headed for his room to drop his gear and then shower.When Pat heard the sound of his boots moving down the hallway, she stuck her head around the corner and watched him walk away. She wasn't sure if it was the long hair, the faded jeans, the muscled build glimpsed beneath his t-shirt, the leather vest with the biker club patches on it, the bike he rode or a combination of all of the above, but Pat knew that there was something about this man that both attracted and excited her. She felt a stirring in her loins whenever she looked at him, and she was feeling it now as she watched his tight ass walking down the hallway. She sighed as he opened the door to his room and went inside, smiling to herself as she started working on dinner.“I have a feeling this is gonna be a very interesting and exciting evening!” she said to herself, her smile growing bigger.The shower felt wonderful, and when Dirk was finished he put his jeans back on and got a clean t-shirt out of his bag, putting that on as well. He thought about putting his boots back on but decided not to; he had a feeling that Pat wouldn't mind the informality of it all. He also had a feeling he'd only be taking them off again later anyway, and not to go to bed. He walked out of the room barefoot, the aroma of dinner cooking on the stove filling the hallway and the rest of the house.“Smells great, Pat,” he said, walking into the kitchen.“And it tastes just as good!” she replied, smiling up at him. “Everything's ready, so have a seat at the table and let's eat,” she said.An hour later the meal was finished, the table cleared of dishes and the two of them were sitting at the table with a bottle of beer each. Dirk had suggested coffee but Pat had suggested beer instead, and Dirk readily agreed. He wasn't really much of a coffee drinker anyhow, and after the long, hot day he spent in the saddle he could use a beer or two. He took a drink from the long necked bottle, noticing out of the corner of his eye that Pat was watching him intently. She'd been eyeing him all through the meal, and he had to admit that he'd been eyeing her as well. Then he set the bottle down on the table in front of him and spoke.“That was one hell of a meal, Pat,” he said, and Pat smiled as she took a pull from her own bottle. “Best I’ve had in a long time, and I sure do appreciate you cooking it for me and giving me a place to stay for the night.”“Why, thank you, Mr. Dirk, I’m glad you enjoyed it!” she replied, smiling at him. “It's been a long time since I had the chance to cook for a good-looking man like yourself, so believe me when I tell you that the pleasure was all mine,” she said.“So how can I repay you for your hospitality?” Dirk asked, sitting forward and resting his elbows on the table. “You’ve got to let me do something for you, you know.” Pat leaned forward and rested her elbows on the table as well, creating about a mile of cleavage for Dirk to admire.“Like I said before, I’m sure you can come up with something,” Pat said in a quiet voice, her blue eyes looking deep into his as she smiled a slightly seductive, slightly wicked smile at him. Her choice of words was not lost on Dirk, and he felt a smile creep across his face.“Are you flirting with me, Pat?” he asked.“Yep,” she replied, still smiling that smile at him, and he could have sworn that she pushed her arms together slightly to create more cleavage for him to admire.“Is it working?” she asked.“Yep,” he replied, looking intently at her across the table. Her smile got bigger and more wicked.“Then why are we sitting here wasting time, when we could be in my room fucking our brains out?” she said, still smiling at Dirk who was more than a little surprised at her candor. Surprised and aroused, that is; he felt his cock twitch at her words.“Good question,” Dirk replied, feeling his cock begin to grow in his jeans.“Then let's go!” Pat said, getting up from her chair, grinning broader than ever. Dirk put his beer on the table and started to get up, but before he could Pat walked over to him and leaned over to kiss him, taking his head in her hands and planting her soft lips on his. The kiss was hot and intense, and it was apparent from the way Pat invaded his mouth with her tongue that this woman was more than ready to get down to some serious business. Dirk felt his cock begin to harden in his jeans, and it grew even more when Pat's hand dropped to his lap and squeezed his shaft.“Hmm, nice!” Pat said in a low voice, breaking the kiss and smiling at him. “I can't wait to suck on this and then smother it with my big tits!”“Speaking of which,” Dirk said, glancing down at her huge tits beneath the shirt and then looking back up at her. Pat got the hint and quickly pulled her shirt out of her jeans and began unbuttoning it. She opened the shirt to reveal her massive mounds encased in a semi-sheer bra, and Dirk wondered how it was strong enough to contain her obviously heavy tits.The bra clasped in the front, and Pat quickly unhooked the clasp and pulled the two cups away from her tits, revealing them to Dirk. They were huge, round and full, swinging with their weight, the nipples hard as two pencil erasers and surrounded by large, pale pink areolas. Pat grabbed them in her hands and squeezed them together, then leaned forward and pushed them against Dirk's face.Dirk slid his arms around her waist as he latched on to one of her nipples, and Pat moaned as he sucked hard on the nub. She could feel her pussy getting wetter by the moment as Dirk sucked on first one and then the other nipple, and when he reached up to grasp her mounds in his hands she let them go and dropped her hand back down to his cock, rubbing and squeezing the big lump there. Dirk squeezed her huge tits hard, pressing them together as he sucked on her nipples and making Pat moan loudly.“Let's go, cowboy,” Pat said, breathing a bit faster as she pulled her tits away from Dirk's grasp and face.“If we don't get to my room right now I’m liable to fuck you right here on the kitchen table!” She grabbed his hand and nearly yanked him out of his chair, leading him down the hallway to her room.Once in her room she led him over to the big four poster bed, then turned to face him as she stripped off her shirt and bra that were both just hanging from her shoulders. She looked at Dirk with obvious lust in her eyes, and her eyes widened a bit when Dirk slipped off his shirt and she saw his muscled torso for the first time. She quickly unfastened her jeans and stepped out of them, her huge, heavy tits swinging with her movements. She tossed the jeans aside and stood naked before Dirk, breathing heavy with excitement. She watched as he unfastened his own jeans and pushed them down over his hips and down his legs, her smile growing bigger when she saw his hard cock for the first time.Nice cock, Dirk!“ she said, smiling up at him. Then she walked over and dropped to her knees in front of him, reaching out and grasping his cock in her hand and gripping it tightly. She cupped his balls with her other hand as she pumped his cock once or twice, then opened her mouth and slid her lips over the head. It was obvious that she was in no mood for formalities and was eager to get right down to business as she slid her mouth all the way down the hard shaft, her soft, wet tongue sliding along the underside of his cock as she quickly deep-throated his entire length and sucked on it. She squeezed and massaged his balls as she sucked on his cock, her head bobbing up and down the length as she worked the shaft in and out of her mouth.Damn, and she deep-throats, too!” Dirk said as he watched her working on his cock. She looked up at him and smiled as she continued sucking his cock, then released it from her mouth after a few more strokes.And I swallow, too!“ she said, pumping his cock as she spoke, But that's for later; right now I want you to tit-fuck me before I fuck you!” She stood up and turned, walking the few steps over to the bed and climbing onto the big mattress. She lay on her back, her head on the pillows, then grabbed her huge mounds and pushed them together as she loo

Christian faith has been politicized. Arguably, this is not new. But what we see in America and other societies has a jarring impact for those who seek a credible public Christian faith. To examine how Christian faith has been politicized in recent years, preacher and public theologian Jonathan Wilson-Hartgrove joins Mark Labberton, asking what moral resistance requires in this authoritarian moment. "I couldn't know Jesus in the fullness of who Jesus is without integrating faith and justice." In this episode: Wilson-Hartgrove reflects on his Southern Baptist formation, his political awakening, and a conversion that reordered his understanding of Jesus, justice, and public life. And: Trying to understand Christian nationalism, authoritarian power, poverty and race, moral fusion movements, just war theology, the discipline of prayer, and how churches can reclaim biblical values for the common good. Episode Highlights "I couldn't know Jesus in the fullness of who Jesus is without integrating faith and justice." "The radical separation of faith from justice was a way my faith was stolen from me." "We are in an authoritarian crisis that tells its own version of reality." "Christian nationalism offers an alternative reality that very sincere people come to trust." "Prayer interrupts the liturgy of consumerism and gives us another story." About Jonathan Wilson-Hartgrove Jonathan Wilson-Hartgrove is an author, preacher, and public theologian working at the intersection of Christian faith, moral movements, and public life. He serves as Assistant Director of the Yale Center for Public Theology and Public Policy and has spent more than two decades in faith-rooted movements for social change. A longtime collaborator with Bishop William J. Barber II, he has helped articulate the Moral Movement's moral framing of poverty, race, and democracy. Wilson-Hartgrove is the author of multiple books on public faith, justice, and Christian discipleship, and a co-creator of the widely used prayer resource Common Prayer. He lives in North Carolina, where his work remains grounded in local churches and communities. Learn more and follow at jonathanwilsonhartgrove.com and @wilsonhartgrove Helpful Links and Resources Revolution of Values: Reclaiming Public Faith for the Common Good https://www.broadleafbooks.com/store/product/9781506484136/Revolution-of-Values Common Prayer (with Shane Claiborne) https://www.zondervan.com/p/common-prayer/ White Poverty (with William J. Barber II) https://www.uncpress.org/book/9781469661927/white-poverty/ Yale Center for Public Theology and Public Policy https://publictheology.yale.edu/ Show Notes – Growing up in rural North Carolina tobacco country; The Andy Griffith Show based on his former community – Southern Baptist formation, scripture memorization, and the King James Bible – Moral Majority era shaping faith and politics – Early ambition to serve Jesus through political power – Greyhound trip to Washington, DC with grandfather – Becoming a Senate page at sixteen – Working in the office of Strom Thurmond – Encountering the racial subtext of American politics – "There was a distance between Sunday school and what was practiced" – Learning how southern politics realigned after civil rights – Leaving partisan politics searching for faithful public life – Disorientation and not knowing another way to be Christian – Meeting a preacher shaped by the civil rights movement – Discovering a faith that named injustice without condemnation – "I needed another way to be Christian in public" – Colorblind theology and segregated church life – Conversion as seeing Jesus and reality differently – Faith reordered by relationships, not ideology – Christian opposition to the Iraq War – Traveling to Iraq during U.S. bombing – "According to just war theory, this wouldn't be a just war" – How common sense changes over time – Christian nationalism and manufactured moral narratives – Alternative realities formed by trusted information sources – "We are in an authoritarian crisis" – Mutual aid, churches, and local resistance – Poverty as a moral and political vulnerability – Prayer as resistance to consumerist liturgy – Common Prayer and the rhythm of scripture – "Prayer gives us another story to live inside" #JonathanWilsonHartgrove #Authoritarianism #PublicFaith #ChristianNationalism #MoralMovement #FaithAndJustice #CommonGood Production Credits Conversing is produced and distributed in partnership with Comment Magazine and Fuller Seminary.  

The Bears mounted another crazy comeback, highlighted by the most ridiculous Caleb pass of a season full of them, but they lost in OT to the Rams 20-17. Oleg joins Andy on the podcast to sift through the aftermath of the game and the season and look forward to a Bears future is actually really bright. They somehow get sidetracked into also talking about Timothy Busfield, The Andy Griffith Show, an Aunt Bea-Opie love grandchild, the Cubs Convention and much more.

SEGMENT 1: Opie vs Meathead Lightning RoundChallenge time! Can you beat Spunky at identifying which iconic 1980s films were directed by Ron Howard (Opie from The Andy Griffith Show & Ritchie from Happy Days) versus Rob Reiner (Meathead from All in the Family)? We're putting your '80s movie knowledge to the test in this fast-paced game. Think you know your Splash from your Stand by Me? Listen and play along!SEGMENT 2: The Mustache MVPsWe're ranking the most legendary lip caterpillars of the ‘70s and ‘80s. From Burt Reynolds' hairy dominance to Tom Selleck's Magnum P.I. perfection, we debate which mustaches reigned supreme across movies, music, and sports. Who wore it best? The competition is fierce and the facial hair is glorious.SEGMENT 3: RIP Rob Reiner (A Celebration) In this segment, we explore what made Rob Reiner's transition from beloved sitcom actor to legendary director so special. From The Princess Bride to When Harry Met Sally, we discuss the projects that cemented his place in Hollywood history and our hearts.Keywords: Ron Howard, Rob Reiner, 1980s movies, 1970s sitcoms, mustaches, movie trivia, directors​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​Please leave us a voicemail at:https://www.speakpipe.com/The70sVsThe80s

Host: Allan NewsomeRunning time: 1:01:29 It’s Christmas time here in Mayberry and time for the annual Christmas episode. The Andy Griffith Show had only one episode centered around any holiday and that holiday was Christmas. Fans have watched that episode over and over seeing as Ben Weaver tries to get arrested so he can spend […]

Host: Allan NewsomeRunning time: 0:38:22 The Andy Griffith Show was front of mind in Marion, KY on Saturday night’s Old Kentucky Hayride show in the historic Fohs Hall. Cutter & Cash and The Kentucky Grass band who preformed the last two years as the musical act on the Cruise to Mayberry invited Floyd the barber […]

Host: Allan NewsomeRunning time: 0:40:34 The day this episode premieres is Veterans Day here in the United States so I thought it would be fitting to talk about The Andy Griffith Show characters and actors that were veterans. This took a good bit of research and I’m not sure I got them all. If you […]

Host: Allan NewsomeRunning time: 0:32:49 The Manicurist was the 48th episode filmed and the 48th aired of The Andy Griffith Show. (S2.E16) We’ll play Mayberry trivia all about “The Manicurist.” Plot Summary The Manicurist: Shapely young Ellen Brown pops into Mayberry in search of a friendly town whereshe can make a living as a manicurist. […]

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Happy Halloween!!Hang out with Sandy, Terry, and special guest screenwriter Mark Steen as they recap "Ghost and Mr. Chicken," starring Don Knotts from "The Andy Griffith Show" fame. Directed by Alan Rafkin and written by James Fritzell and Everett Greenbaum, "The Ghost and Mr. Chicken" is about a timid typesetter who hasn't a ghost of a chance of becoming a reporter - until he decides to solve a murder mystery and ends up spending a fright-filled night in a haunted house. You don't need to watch the movie to enjoy the show, but we encourage you to do so since it's a fun movie that the whole family can enjoy.The PAGE International Screenwriting Awards sponsors the WRITERS' HANGOUT.Executive Producer Kristin OvernCreator/Producer Sandy AdomaitisProducer Terry SampsonMusic by Ethan Stoller

Adventures of Dirk: The Lady Farmer. Dirk has a sensual encounter with a robust lady farmer. By Original Aramis. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. The sun was lying low on the horizon, full dark not more than an hour off, when Dirk pulled his Harley into a parking space in front of the small general store in the center of town. He'd been on the road for two days and was halfway through a four-day trip, and this was just one of a dozen small Midwestern towns he'd passed through in the past 24 hours. They all looked the same after a while, like something out of “The Andy Griffith Show,” but he figured that wasn't really so bad after all. This town was smaller than most with no more than a dozen buildings lining each side of what he thought was Main Street, and as he looked around he didn't see what he was looking for. As he looked up and down both sides of the street he noticed that he was the center of attention, and he certainly understood why - there wasn't another bike in sight, much less another biker, and he knew that the locals certainly weren't used to long-haired strangers in old jeans, t-shirts, and leather vests festooned with club patches riding into town on a bike that sounded like thunder on two wheels. He took off his helmet, hung it on the mirror, and then walked towards the wooden door to the general store, stripping off his black leather fingerless gloves as he went. The air inside the store was cool, and it was a welcome relief from the heat of the late August afternoon. A bell over the door jingled as he walked in, and a man who must have been the owner looked up at him from behind the counter to Dirk's left. There was a woman standing on this side of the counter as well, but Dirk didn't pay much attention to her at first. “Howdy, stranger,” the man said, sounding like something out of an old Western movie. Dirk smiled a bit as he replied. “Hey, how are ya,” he said, pulling a red paisley bandana out of his back pocket and wiping his face. “Where are your drink coolers?” he asked, stuffing the bandana back in his pocket. “Rear of the store to your right,” the man said, pointing in that direction. “Thanks,” Dirk said, walking towards the coolers, his motorcycle boots clumping on the wooden floor. A few moments later he walked up to the counter and placed two big bottles of Gatorade on the counter. He nodded at the woman next to the counter and gave her a polite smile, and she smiled back. He was considerably taller than her; he stood six feet even, and she was five foot nothing at the most. “That do it for ya?” the man behind the counter asked. Dirk nodded as he replied. “Yeah, that's it,” he said as the man rang up the drinks. “That'll be three dollars and ten cents,” he said, reaching for a paper bag as Dirk pulled his leather wallet out of his other back pocket, the chain attached to it swinging. “That's okay, I don't need a bag,” Dirk said, pulling a five out of his wallet and handing it to the man. Then he picked up one of the bottles, twisted the cap off, and took a long drink out of it. It was cold and good, and it gave him chills as it went down. He took his change from the man and stuffed it in one of the side pockets of his vest, then took another smaller drink from the bottle before speaking again. “Is there a motel around here somewhere?” he asked the man behind the counter. “I didn't see one on the main drag out front.” “You didn't see one because they're ain't one,” the man replied, smiling at Dirk. “And the closest motel from here is in Junction City, about eighty miles thataway,” the man said, pointing down the road in the direction that Dirk was travelling. “Great, just freakin' great,” Dirk muttered. “Another hour and a half on the road…just what I need!” “You need a place to stay, cowboy?” the woman said, and Dirk turned and looked at her, really seeing her for the first time. She was short, about five feet tall, with sparkling blue eyes and short red hair worn in a “pageboy” style. She had a slightly round face, small pert nose and nice lips that were spread in a smile showing her white teeth. She was a solid woman, a little more stout than Dirk normally preferred, clad in a loose-fitting cotton long sleeve plaid shirt tucked into jeans that were tight enough to show off the considerable curves of her full, rounded ass and equally full thighs. The shirt was unbuttoned to the second button which showed enough cleavage to give Dirk a good indication of the mountanous breasts that tented out the front of the shirt. Dirk wondered when was the last time this woman saw her feet. It was an effort to tear his eyes away from the huge mounds of her breasts pushing out the front of her shirt, especially with all of the cleavage she was showing, but he managed it. “Yeah, I do,” he replied, nodding at her and giving her a small smile. She smiled back at him even bigger in return. “A barn would be just fine if you got one,” he continued. “My mother would roll over in her grave at my lack of hospitality if I made a house guest sleep in the barn!” the woman said, laughing. Her huge breasts jiggled in her shirt as she laughed, drawing Dirk's attention again. “I got a spare room in the back of the house that's yours if you want it, and you can keep your iron horse out in the barn,” she said, nodding to the bike parked in front of the store. “I sure appreciate that, ma'am,” Dirk replied, his smile a bit bigger as he spoke. “But don't you think you'd better check with your husband first? You coming home with a biker for an overnight house guest might not go over too well with him, ya know,” he said. The woman broke out in laughter at this, and the man behind the counter chuckled as well. Dirk gave them both a puzzled look, and then the woman spoke again. “Well, for starters, cowboy, my name is Pat,” she said, grinning hugely at him and sticking out her hand. He took her hand and shook it; and was surprised to find her grip firm and sure. “If you're gonna be sleeping under my roof tonight, I think it only right that we know each other's names, don't you?” “Fair enough; my name's Dirk,” he replied. “Pleased to meet you, Dirk!” Pat said, her blue eyes sparkling. “And as for the husband, well, there isn't one, so don't you worry about that! I threw his ass out years ago, the lazy good-for-nothing bastard! Now it's just me and Max, my Bassett Hound. I love him to death but he isn't much on conversation, so it'll be good to have someone to talk to over dinner tonight,” she said. “I appreciate your hospitality, Pat, I really do,” Dirk said, relaxing a bit and letting his smile get a little bigger. “But you have to let me pay you for the night or at least buy the food, something to return the favor.” Pat smiled up at him when he said this, and he saw a new, brighter sparkle in her blue eyes as she replied. “Oh, I'm sure you'll come up with something!” she said. She paused and looked up at him for a moment, grinning at him, then broke eye contact as she walked past him toward the door. “Sun's going down, so we'd better get a move on,” she said, opening the wooden door to the store. She turned and looked at him as he picked up the second bottle of Gatorade from the counter and turned to follow her. “You can follow me out to the farm; it's about ten miles south of here so we'll be there in about fifteen minutes or so.” Then she walked out of the store and over to an old but very well-kept customized Chevy S-10 pickup truck, getting in and starting the engine. Dirk quickly put the other bottle of Gatorade in his saddlebag, threw on his helmet and gloves, then got on the bike and fired it up. She drove out of town with him following behind her, the thunder of his pipes bouncing off of the few buildings there were in the center of town. Fifteen minutes later Pat turned off of the two-lane county blacktop road onto a dirt driveway that must have been at least a quarter of a mile long. The land on either side of the road was green with soybeans, and sitting at the end of the driveway right in the center of the huge expanse of farmland was a typical midwestern-style wooden white farmhouse with a green roof, green shutters on the windows and a wraparound porch. The house had several large, old oak trees around it, effectively putting the house in the shade for most of the day. Dirk could see the barn rising up behind the house, and he pulled his bike up to the barn as Pat parked the truck in front of the house. He got his bag of belongings out of the left saddlebag and walked around to the front of the house where Pat was waiting for him on the porch. She smiled at him as he walked up the wooden steps to the porch. “Welcome to ‘Shady Oaks,' my farm,” Pat said proudly. “I grow the best soybeans in the state here, and am damn proud of it!” “You work all this land all on your own, Pat?” Dirk asked, looking around at the vast expanse of farmland that surrounded the house. Pat laughed briefly before replying. “Hell, no! I let the hired help take care of that,” she explained, opening the front door and walking inside with Dirk following her. The inside of the house was dark and cool, just as Dirk imagined it would be. “I just keep the books, write the paychecks for the help, and put the rest of the money in the bank,” Pat said as she walked down the short hallway to the sitting room. Max the Bassett Hound was lying on the couch sleeping, and he slowly lifted his head to look at them as they came in the room. Pat scratched him on the top of his head as she walked past, and then Max dropped his head again and went back to sleep. She stopped in the center of the room and turned to Dirk as she continued. “The spare room is through that door and down the hall, the last room on the right,” she said, pointing down the hallway. “Why don't you go ahead and drop your gear, maybe wash the road grime from your face while I get started on dinner? The bathroom's right across the hall from your room,” she said. “Thanks, Pat, I appreciate that,” Dirk said, smiling at her. “I sure could use a shower; do I have time for that before dinner's ready?” “I'll make sure you do,” Pat said, smiling back. “Now you go on and take care of yourself while I get started on dinner!” Then she turned and walked out of the sitting room, heading for the kitchen. Dirk watched her go, admiring the swinging of her full, rounded ass as she walked. There was something about this woman that both intrigued and excited him, and even though his type was usually the slender blonde with big tits and no brains that could suck the chrome off a trailer hitch, there was something about this short, stout redheaded woman with big tits that he couldn't deny. He shook his head slightly and then headed for his room to drop his gear and then shower. When Pat heard the sound of his boots moving down the hallway, she stuck her head around the corner and watched him walk away. She wasn't sure if it was the long hair, the faded jeans, the muscled build glimpsed beneath his t-shirt, the leather vest with the biker club patches on it, the bike he rode or a combination of all of the above, but Pat knew that there was something about this man that both attracted and excited her. She felt a stirring in her loins whenever she looked at him, and she was feeling it now as she watched his tight ass walking down the hallway. She sighed as he opened the door to his room and went inside, smiling to herself as she started working on dinner. “I have a feeling this is gonna be a very interesting and exciting evening!” she said to herself, her smile growing bigger. The shower felt wonderful, and when Dirk was finished he put his jeans back on and got a clean t-shirt out of his bag, putting that on as well. He thought about putting his boots back on but decided not to; he had a feeling that Pat wouldn't mind the informality of it all. He also had a feeling he'd only be taking them off again later anyway, and not to go to bed. He walked out of the room barefoot, the aroma of dinner cooking on the stove filling the hallway and the rest of the house. “Smells great, Pat,” he said, walking into the kitchen. “And it tastes just as good!” she replied, smiling up at him. “Everything's ready, so have a seat at the table and let's eat,” she said. An hour later the meal was finished, the table cleared of dishes and the two of them were sitting at the table with a bottle of beer each. Dirk had suggested coffee but Pat had suggested beer instead, and Dirk readily agreed. He wasn't really much of a coffee drinker anyhow, and after the long, hot day he spent in the saddle he could use a beer or two. He took a drink from the long necked bottle, noticing out of the corner of his eye that Pat was watching him intently. She'd been eyeing him all through the meal, and he had to admit that he'd been eyeing her as well. Then he set the bottle down on the table in front of him and spoke. “That was one hell of a meal, Pat,” he said, and Pat smiled as she took a pull from her own bottle. “Best I've had in a long time, and I sure do appreciate you cooking it for me and giving me a place to stay for the night.” “Why, thank you, Mr. Dirk, I'm glad you enjoyed it!” she replied, smiling at him. “It's been a long time since I had the chance to cook for a good-looking man like yourself, so believe me when I tell you that the pleasure was all mine,” she said. “So how can I repay you for your hospitality?” Dirk asked, sitting forward and resting his elbows on the table. “You've got to let me do something for you, you know.” Pat leaned forward and rested her elbows on the table as well, creating about a mile of cleavage for Dirk to admire. “Like I said before, I'm sure you can come up with something,” Pat said in a quiet voice, her blue eyes looking deep into his as she smiled a slightly seductive, slightly wicked smile at him. Her choice of words was not lost on Dirk, and he felt a smile creep across his face. “Are you flirting with me, Pat?” he asked. “Yep,” she replied, still smiling that smile at him, and he could have sworn that she pushed her arms together slightly to create more cleavage for him to admire. “Is it working?” she asked. “Yep,” he replied, looking intently at her across the table. Her smile got bigger and more wicked. “Then why are we sitting here wasting time, when we could be in my room fucking our brains out?” she said, still smiling at Dirk who was more than a little surprised at her candor. Surprised and aroused, that is; he felt his cock twitch at her words. “Good question,” Dirk replied, feeling his cock begin to grow in his jeans. “Then let's go!” Pat said, getting up from her chair, grinning broader than ever. Dirk put his beer on the table and started to get up, but before he could Pat walked over to him and leaned over to kiss him, taking his head in her hands and planting her soft lips on his. The kiss was hot and intense, and it was apparent from the way Pat invaded his mouth with her tongue that this woman was more than ready to get down to some serious business. Dirk felt his cock begin to harden in his jeans, and it grew even more when Pat's hand dropped to his lap and squeezed his shaft. “imm, nice!” Pat said in a low voice, breaking the kiss and smiling at him. “I can't wait to suck on this and then smother it with my big tits!” “Speaking of which,” Dirk said, glancing down at her huge tits beneath the shirt and then looking back up at her. Pat got the hint and quickly pulled her shirt out of her jeans and began unbuttoning it. She opened the shirt to reveal her massive mounds encased in a semi-sheer bra, and Dirk wondered how it was strong enough to contain her obviously heavy breasts. The bra clasped in the front, and Pat quickly unhooked the clasp and pulled the two cups away from her tits, revealing them to Dirk. They were huge, round and full, swinging with their weight, the nipples hard as two pencil erasers and surrounded by large, pale pink areolas. Pat grabbed them in her hands and squeezed them together, then leaned forward and pushed them against Dirk's face. Dirk slid his arms around her waist as he latched on to one of her nipples, and Pat moaned as he sucked hard on the nub. She could feel her pussy getting wetter by the moment as Dirk sucked on first one and then the other nipple, and when he reached up to grasp her mounds in his hands she let them go and dropped her hand back down to his cock, rubbing and squeezing the big lump there. Dirk squeezed her huge tits hard, pressing them together as he sucked on her nipples and making Pat moan loudly. “Let's go, cowboy,” Pat said, breathing a bit faster as she pulled her tits away from Dirk's grasp and face. “If we don't get to my room right now I'm liable to fuck you right here on the kitchen table!” She grabbed his hand and nearly yanked him out of his chair, leading him down the hallway to her room. Once in her room she led him over to the big four poster bed, then turned to face him as she stripped off her shirt and bra that were both just hanging from her shoulders. She looked at Dirk with obvious lust in her eyes, and her eyes widened a bit when Dirk slipped off his shirt and she saw his muscled torso for the first time. She quickly unfastened her jeans and stepped out of them, her huge, heavy breasts swinging with her movements. She tossed the jeans aside and stood naked before Dirk, breathing heavy with excitement. She watched as he unfastened his own jeans and pushed them down over his hips and down his legs, her smile growing bigger when she saw his hard cock for the first time. “Nice cock, Dirk!” she said, smiling up at him. Then she walked over and dropped to her knees in front of him, reaching out and grasping his cock in her hand and gripping it tightly. She cupped his balls with her other hand as she pumped his cock once or twice, then opened her mouth and slid her lips over the head. It was obvious that she was in no mood for formalities and was eager to get right down to business as she slid her mouth all the way down the hard shaft, her soft, wet tongue sliding along the underside of his cock as she quickly deep-throated his entire length and sucked on it. She squeezed and massaged his balls as she sucked on his cock, her head bobbing up and down the length as she worked the shaft in and out of her mouth. “Damn, and she deep-throats, too!” Dirk said as he watched her working on his cock. She looked up at him and smiled as she continued sucking his cock, then released it from her mouth after a few more strokes. “And I swallow, too!” she said, pumping his cock as she spoke, “But that's for later; right now I want you to tif-fuck me before I fuck you!” She stood up and turned, walking the few steps over to the bed and climbing onto the big mattress. She lay on her back, her head on the pillows, then grabbed her huge mounds and pushed them together as she looked at Dirk. “Now bring that cock over here and let me wrap my big tits around it!” she said, and Dirk obliged. He climbed onto the bed and then straddled Pat's body, moving into position with his cock hovering over her mammoth tits. She held them apart as Dirk pressed his cock down, then clapped them together around his shaft. His cock disappeared from view between her huge tits, and she held them together tightly around his shaft. Dirk could feel the precum flowing from the tip of his cock, and he started moving his cock up and down between the massive globes to spread the slippery fluid around and make fucking her tits easier. “Yeah, baby, that's it,” Pat said, looking down at the head of his cock as it appeared at the top of her tits with each thrust. “Fuck my tits, baby, fuck my big tits!” Then she lowered her head down and licked the head of his cock as it appeared with each thrust, the valley between her tits now slippery with his precum. His cock was sliding easily between her huge tits as she squeezed them around his cock, her tongue licking the head with each thrust. Dirk pushed harder and forced his cock further out of her cleavage, and she immediately clamped her lips around the head and sucked hard. Dirk held his cock still for a moment to let her work on his cock with her lips and tongue, then resumed stroking her big tits. “Yeah, baby, just like that!” Pat said in a husky voice, looking up at him as he tit-fucked her. “You like fucking my big tits, Dirk?” she asked. “You like the way that feels, my big tits wrapped around your hard cock?” “Absolutely,” Dirk replied as he continued thrusting, reaching down to pull and tug on her hard nipples as he moved. “But I bet your pussy feels better,” he said. “So why don't you find out?” she said, and Dirk did just that. He slid his cock from between her huge tits and moved down her body as she opened her stout thighs for him. He could see that her closely-trimmed pussy was already wet, the outer lips glistening as she spread her legs wide for him. She gripped her big tits hard in her hands, pulling and tugging on the nipples as he placed the head of his cock against her opening. He slid the head inside, feeling the hot, silky wetness of her tunnel gripping him, and then she threw her legs around his waist and drove her heels into his ass, driving his cock into her pussy. She moaned loudly as his cock penetrated her hot, slick, tight pussy, and Dirk pushed harder to drive his cock balls-deep into her clutching pussy. “Ahhh, God yes!” Pat cried out, throwing her head back and closing her eyes as his cock impaled her. “That feels so good!” she said, lowering her head after a moment and opening her eyes to look at Dirk who was supporting himself over her with his hands on either side of her. “You like the way my pussy feels around your cock, Dirk?” she asked, squeezing his shaft with her inner muscles. “Your pussy feels fantastic!” Dirk replied. “Very hot, very wet, and very tight!” “The benefits of not having gone through childbirth,” Pat said, smiling up at him as she settled her legs tightly around his waist. “My pussy is just as tight now as it was when I was a teenager,” she said, “and now I want you to fuck me, cowboy, hard and fast!” “I can do that,” Dirk replied, grinning back at her. He began thrusting then, sliding his hard cock in and out of her tight pussy in long, hard, deep strokes. He knew that she wanted to be fucked hard, no formalities, just some good old-fashioned fucking, and he was just the man for the job. She squeezed her big tits together as he pounded his cock in and out of her, his hips banging against hers and his balls slapping against her ample ass as he fucked her. He lowered his head down to her massive chest and she held a big breast up for him, then gasped as he sucked the nipple into his mouth without stopping or slowing his thrusts. When he released the hard nub from his mouth she lowered her head and brought the hard nub up to her lips, clamping her own lips around it and sucking on it as Dirk continued to thrust in and out of her pussy. They took turns sucking on each nipple one at a time, and Dirk could feel her legs tightening around his waist and her pussy tightening around his cock. He knew she was getting ready to cum, and he knew that once she did that would set him off as well. “You keep that up, Pat, and you're gonna make me cum,” he said, continuing his thrusts. “That's the idea, cowboy,” she said breathlessly, “Besides, we have the whole night ahead of us, you know, so why don't you go ahead and fill me up with your cum and make me cum, too?” “I can do that,” Dirk said again, both of them grinning. Dirk let himself go then, shoving his cock harder and faster in and out of Pat's tight, wet pussy, and her mouth fell open slightly as he fucked her harder and faster. She tightened her legs around his waist and squeezed hard, clamping down on his cock with her pussy just as hard, and it had the desired effect. A few moments later she heard Dirk cry out as his cock exploded inside her pussy, pumping and throbbing as stream after stream of hot, thick cum blasted out of the tip of his cock and filled her pussy to overflowing. She came immediately after he did, crying out loudly as her orgasm exploded deep inside her pussy. She gripped her big tits hard, the fingers digging into the soft flesh as the waves of pleasure rocked her body from head to toe, and she squeezed her legs tight around Dirk's waist as she continued to cum. She could feel his cock still pumping and throbbing inside her as he continued to cum, still thrusting through his orgasm. Dirk drove in deep and hard, holding his cock deep inside Pat's clutching pussy as the final streams of cum shot out of his cock, and he looked down at her face as her own orgasm ran its course. When it was finally all over they were both left gasping and panting for breath, Dirk covered in a fine layer of sweat. She opened her eyes and looked up at him, a very satisfied look on her face as she slowly relaxed her legs around his waist. She kept them locked around him to hold him in place, gently pushing her heels against his ass to push his slowly softening cock deeper inside her as the final sensations of her orgasm faded away. “Oh my God, I needed that!” she said, smiling up at him. “You have no idea just how bad I needed that!” “How long has it been, Pat?” he asked, holding himself still between her legs. “Too long,” she said, “longer than I care to think about.” “I'm glad I came along, then,” Dirk said, grinning down at her. She grinned back as she replied. “Not as glad as I am, cowboy,” she said, “and you're gonna be a lot more glad by the time morning rolls around, too! Like I said, we got all night ahead of us, and I'm gonna wear you out!” “You are, huh?” Dirk said, smiling down at her. “Damn right I am,” she said, reaching up and grabbing Dirk's head to pull his mouth down to hers. She kissed him hard and deep, her tongue snaking into his mouth as she squeezed his semi-hard cock with her pussy muscles. He could feel his cock start to harden again, and a few moments later he was lying on his back with Pat on top of him, her huge tits bouncing as she rode his cock hard on her way to another orgasm for the both of them. It was a very long and very enjoyable night for the both of them, and Pat made good on her promise to wear him out. Dirk couldn't remember when he'd been fucked that hard, that long, and that many times in one night. When Dirk rode away from Shady Oaks the next morning he did so with a smile on his face and a promise to stop by on his way home. He'd be a fool not to. By Original Aramis for Literotica

Host: Allan NewsomeRunning time: 0:34:05 Those watching/listening to this podcast love The Andy Griffith Show but it's nice that even more casual fans watch and laugh along. What is it that keeps all these folks watching a show that started 65 years ago? That is what we shall try to find out by visiting the […]

“What job pays well but doesn't require brains?”That's the blunt question Sandy and Tricia tackle in this lively episode of The Sandy Show. From real estate agents to OnlyFans stars, they explore the controversial list of high-paying jobs that don't necessarily demand a high IQ—and share their own hot takes on each one. But that's just the beginning. Tricia drops a bombshell in The Story We Love: AI-generated resumes are flooding hiring systems, and companies may soon charge you just to apply for a job. Is this the future of employment—or a desperate attempt to filter out the bots? Guest Steven Presley from Thunder Pop TV joins the show to share a wild story about Ryan Reynolds leaving 40 voicemails for Bill Murray, all in an effort to get him into a John Candy documentary. The result? A public F-bomb and a hilarious moment with Blake Lively. Other highlights include:The death of the beloved free streaming app Freevee and what it means for Meemaws and Peepaws everywhere.A viral TikTok health hack that involves jumping 50 times before your morning coffee.A bizarre law about mailing used underwear (yes, really).A nostalgic tribute to Don Knotts and the enduring charm of The Andy Griffith Show.Memorable Quote:"You don't need brains to make money… but you do need charisma." – Sandy McIlree

GGACP remembers the late, great television writer Ron Friedman (“The Odd Couple,” “The Andy Griffith Show,” “All in the Family,” “Barney Miller”) by revisiting this return engagement from 2019. In this episode, Ron talks about the structure of storytelling, the importance of escapism, his years-long friendship with comics legend Stan Lee and the original inspirations for Captain Marvel and the Sub-Mariner. Also, Ron regales the boys with all-new stories about Lucille Ball, Lenny Bruce, Tony Randall, Danny Thomas and (of course) Pat McCormick. PLUS: Jack Benny takes a stand! Marilyn Monroe converts! Buster Crabbe teams with Chuck McCann! John Huston tangles with Errol Flynn! And Ron kills off a beloved fictional character!  Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

On today's podcast we're joined by someone who really needs no introduction, Ron Howard. You know him from the “Andy Griffith Show,” “Happy Days,” and of course his incredible directing career with films like “Apollo 13” and “A Beautiful Mind.” But today, we're talking about a project that's especially meaningful during disability awareness month, his 1980 film “Skyward,” which can be watched on YouTube. It's the story of a young woman in a wheelchair who refuses to let her disability stop her from pursuing her dream of flying. The film is uplifting, inspiring, and still resonates today. Ron tells about a co-worker who helped him make the film and some of his thoughts on the movie industry.

Spooky season is upon us and it's time to break out the old Halloween TV specials again. This week Freddy curates, so we watched The Andy Griffith Show's "The Haunted House" and Knight Rider's "Halloween Knight" - two episodes that had a surprising amount in common. Then we chat about what the algorithm has been serving like: The Bleak Old Shop of Stuff, BASEketball, and M3GAN 2.0.  Support us on Patreon! Patrons have access to the NOTLP Discord Server, weekly virtual meetups with the hosts, ad free episodes and tons of other great content. This podcast is brought to you by the Legion of Demons at patreon.com/notlp. Our Beelzebub tier producers are: Ernest Perez Shayna Spalla Branan & Emily Intravia-Whitehead Bill Chandler Blayne Turner Monica Martinson Bill Fahrner Brian Krause Dave Siebert Joe Juvland Matt Funke Paul Gauthier “Monster Movies (with My Friends)” was written and performed by Kelley Kombrinck. It was recorded and mixed by Freddy Morris. Night of the Living Podcast Social Media:      facebook.com/notlp instagram.com/nightofthelivingpodcast youtube.com/notlpcrew https://www.tiktok.com/@nightofthelivingpodcast

Welcome back to another episode of the Rick's Rambles Podcast—your weekly mix of fun facts, positivity, and fascinating stories! This week, we set sail with fun facts about the classic TV series The Love Boat, a nostalgic favorite that brought Hollywood stars right into our living rooms. In our mental health segment, we revisit The Andy Griffith Show, highlighting how timeless sitcoms can still teach us meaningful lessons about life, resilience, and caring for one another. Our story behind the song dives into Elton John's iconic hit “Bennie and the Jets”, exploring the wild lyrics, the mohair suit, and why this track remains one of his most memorable performances. As always, we finish with a lighthearted look at the quirky special days of the week, giving you even more reasons to smile. If you love classic TV, legendary music, and uplifting conversations, this episode is for you!   Don't forget to share the Rick's Rambles Podcast on your own social media, and let other folks know what you are listening to! If you'd like to stream some of my music, you can do that here!

Welcome fellow adventurers! The discussion on disrupt and dismantle, continues right here on the Masculine Journey After Hours Podcast. The clips are from "The Andy Griffith Show," and "Short Circuit."  There's no advertising or commercials, just men of God, talking and getting to the truth of the matter. The conversation and Journey continues. Be sure to check out our other podcasts, Masculine Journey and Masculine Journey Joyride for more great content!

Topics discussed on today's show: Powerball Tonight, The Andy Griffith Show, Favorite Words for Slut, Birthdays, History Quiz, Heinz and Kraft Separation, McValue, MOST, Wedding Invites, Clothes Power, Cleaning Up The Streets, Sweet James, Up Skirt Job, Reading Levels, Great Brags, F My Life, and Apologies.

Tommy Ruben joined me to discuss the closed knit cast of CPO Sharkey; growing up in Larchont, NY and his dad working for Sgt. Bilko; his dad Aaron, writing for Fred Allen, Milton Berle, Sid Caesar, The Andy Griffith Show and creating Gomer Pyle USMC; Don Rickles getting booed on Comic Relief; Sharkey's scripts scripts had ad-libs written in; being a class clown; guest starring on MASH; going to the Oakwood School; his dad''s film, The Comic; his father liked to build sitcoms around someone; creating CPO Sharkey; Polish jokes got the most letters; his first scene; episodes focusing on his character; the Johnny Carson incident and how has dad was mad; NBC wasn't all in on Don; Bob Newhart; his brother writing the punk rock episode; appearing in More American Graffiti with Cindy Williams; the difference in Drew Barrymore and James garner's acting methods; appearing and writing and episodes of The Stockard Channing Show; Rhonda Bates; being in his brothers movies; almost getting The Hardy Boys Show; and studying photography at the School of Visual Arts.

What happens when a big time movie star gets popped for speeding while rolling through Mayberry? He just may learn the value of connection and community, that's what!Mayberry Man… first a movie, then a series… was inspired by the reverent fervor that is the annual Mayberry Days Festival which takes place annually in Andy Griffith's hometown of Mount Airy, North Carolina. Producer Gregory Schell and Writer/Director Stark Howell are both second generation Mayberry progeny and their experiences at the festival inspired them to crate the Mayberry Man franchise.Greg and Stark both have dads who made two Andy Griffith Show appearances, Hoke Howell and Ronnie Schell. Ronnie then went on to co-star with Mayberry's own Gomer Pyle on Gomer Pyle USMC.Greg and Stark join us in-studio to help us welcome Zoom guests, Allan Newsome who plays the Floyd the Barber re-enactor and Chris Bauman, who brings Gomer to life. They share their histories of falling in love with those characters, stepping into their shoes and clothing, meeting festival fans and now sharing their portrayals onscreen in Mayberry Man.Stark's Dad Hoke was besties with Rance Howard. Together, they pursued their acting and writing careers while Rance's kids Ron and Clint played little league and created early films with the Howell boys.Stark's brother, producer Cort Howell, shares how he used crowdfunding, targeted marketing and fan community building to bring Mayberry Man to life. Plus, Greg reflects on growing up in the shadow of an actor/comedian father and Stark shares his earliest screen role, co-starring with Clint Howard, in a 14-year-old Ron Howard's third Super 8 film classic, Cards, Cads, Guns, Gore & Death.And in current media, Weezy enlightens Fritz as to the internet outrage regarding Big Brother's Rylie and Katharine showmance and Fritz shares his enthusiasm for the new Spike Lee 'joint' Highest 2 Lowest, now in theatersPath Points of Interest:Mayberry Manhttps://www.amazon.com/Mayberry-Man-Brett-Varvel/dp/B0B8NNSYR9https://www.mayberryman.com/home-zMayberry Man The Serieshttps://www.primevideo.com/detail/Mayberry-Man-The-Series/0OW0MU66B6JJM52GUUWO3CQQ8Khttps://www.imdb.com/title/tt24222046/?ref_=nm_ov_bio_lkGregory Schell on InstagramStark Howell on IMDBCort HowellAllan NewsomeTwo Chairs No Waiting PodcastChris Bauman Big BrotherHighest 2 LowestMedia Path PodcastMedia Path on FacebookMedia Path on InstagramMedia Path on XMedia Path on BlueskyLouise Palanker on TiktokFritz Coleman on Tiktok

Host: Allan NewsomeRunning time: 0:37:35 Bailey’s Bad Boy was the 47th episode filmed and the 47th aired of The Andy Griffith Show. (S2.E15) We’ll play Mayberry trivia all about “Bailey’s Bad Boy.” Plot Summary Bailey’s Bad Boy: Rich kid Ronald Bailey is jailed when he blatantly defies the law. As Bailey waits for his influential […]

(00:00-11:03) The Andy Griffith Show. Mt. Rushmore of teams that play at The Family Arena. Doug almost got decapitated by an Al MacInnins line drive. Doug loves hearing audio of announcers getting hit with projectiles.(11:11-22:22) This one's for The Chairman. Little lean on EMOTD today. The reporter who asked Bill Belichick about New Years Resolutions apparently went back for seconds. Questions Martin and Doug would like to have back. Hal McRae's meltdown.(22:32-30:42) E-Mail of the DaySee Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

Oscar-winning director, actor, and storyteller Ron Howard joins Gentry Thomas to discuss his latest film Eden, a gripping survival thriller based on true events in the Galápagos Islands. Ron opens up about the incredible real-life tale that inspired the movie—a story of utopian dreams unraveling into betrayal and chaos in the 1920s. In this wide-ranging interview, Ron shares behind-the-scenes insights into the making of Eden, the stellar cast that brought it to life, and how he approached the challenge of telling a layered, morally complex story. He reflects on his legendary career—from the days of The Andy Griffith Show to directing classics like Apollo 13, A Beautiful Mind, and Cinderella Man. The conversation also dives into Ron’s deep love for basketball and his long-standing fandom for the Lakers, as well as his thoughts on what has changed—and stayed the same—about Hollywood over the decades. This episode blends nostalgia, filmmaking wisdom, and a powerful exploration of human nature. Whether you're a movie buff, a basketball fan, or just someone who loves great stories, this one’s a must-listen. Go See Eden Here --> Eden Movie Tickets 

#301. Just as our staggered start is beginning to level out, the kids are all back in school after staggering themselves! Some of us miss them. Others are glad they don't need to pay for childcare and camps anymore. Shout out to the working parents who just got through another summer of schedule mayhem. After a short discussion about the above, we use the rest of this episode to catch up on all of our streaming for the past few months, and there is A LOT! Highlights include Nonnas, Perfect Days, Downton Abbey, Fantastic Four, The Andy Griffith Show, and KPop Demon Hunters.  One more time for the algorithm: KPOP DEMON HUNTERS! Hop on our socials and please keep us up to date with YOUR recommendation, and, until next time, be kind to each other. FTM Merch! - https://www.teepublic.com/user/fromthemiddleLinkTree - https://linktr.ee/fromthemidpodVOICE MAIL! Comment, ask a question, suggest topics - (614) 383-8412Artius Man - https://artiusman.com use discount code "themiddle"

Host: Allan NewsomeRunning time: 0:35:28 Keeper of the Flame was the 46th episode filmed and the 46th aired of The Andy Griffith Show. (S2.E14) We’ll play Mayberry trivia all about “Keeper of the Flame.” Plot Summary Keeper of the Flame: Opie is accepted as a member of a secret society called The Wildcats after he […]

Dan is one half of Breaking Mayberry, an anti-nostalgia podcast about watching old TV (starting with, as the title suggests, The Andy Griffith Show) and figuring out how it broke your grandparents' brains.After last week's episode all about analyzing TV and talking about storytelling, we wanted to spotlight the fun and goofiness of old genre TV. And we couldn't have found a better example than Shitty Ensigns, an RPG about poorly equipped Starfleet ensigns bumbling their way through missions.BREAKING MAYBERRY: https://pod.link/BreakingMayberrySHITTY ENSIGNS: https://litzabronwyn.itch.io/shitty-ensignsFOLLOW BREAKING MAYBERRY ON SOCIAL: https://breakingmayberry.bsky.social/FOLLOW MARTY ON SOCIAL: https://bsky.app/profile/lokrobster.bsky.socialALL MY FANTASY CHILDREN: http://www.allmyfantasychildren.com/PARTY OF ONE DISCORD: https://discordapp.com/invite/SxpQKmKSUPPORT JEFF ON PATREON: www.patreon.com/jeffstormerFOLLOW JEFF ON TWITCH: www.twitch.tv/gmjeffstormerTHEME SONG: Mega Ran feat. D&D Sluggers, “Infinite Lives,” RandomBeats LLC, www.megaran.comSupport this podcast at — https://redcircle.com/party-of-one-podcast/donationsAdvertising Inquiries: https://redcircle.com/brands

Hudson, Wisconsin is a sleepy, quiet community bordering the St. Croix river. In 2002, as the rest of the country adjusted to the growing crime rates of the 21st century Hudson locked itself away in its tight northwest corner of the state. Everyone truly knew everyone and daily interactions between the residents resembled episodes from Leave It to Beaver and The Andy Griffith Show. That was why, when a beloved member of their community was murdered, the town was left reeling. It would be difficult, but, in order to catch the killer, the town would have to face their demons.  Sources: Source 1 Source 2 Source 3 Source 4 Source 5 Source 6

Marty is one of the hosts of Breaking Mayberry, an anti-nostalgia podcast focused on watching old TV (starting with, as the title suggests, The Andy Griffith Show) and assessing what holds up and what caused permanent damage to the psyche of an entire generation.We wanted to talk TV, and storytelling, and the weird politics of creating collaborative art, and so we sat down with Lights Out, a game about the last day on set of a long running TV show.BREAKING MAYBERRY: https://pod.link/BreakingMayberryLIGHTS OUT: https://toomanyfeelings5.itch.io/lights-outFOLLOW BREAKING MAYBERRY ON SOCIAL: https://breakingmayberry.bsky.social/FOLLOW MARTY ON SOCIAL: https://bsky.app/profile/did:plc:hl7sjaet2cgudirra4xt4nojALL MY FANTASY CHILDREN: http://www.allmyfantasychildren.com/PARTY OF ONE DISCORD: https://discordapp.com/invite/SxpQKmKSUPPORT JEFF ON PATREON: www.patreon.com/jeffstormerFOLLOW JEFF ON TWITCH: www.twitch.tv/gmjeffstormerTHEME SONG: Mega Ran feat. D&D Sluggers, “Infinite Lives,” RandomBeats LLC, www.megaran.comSupport this podcast at — https://redcircle.com/party-of-one-podcast/donationsAdvertising Inquiries: https://redcircle.com/brands

Welcome fellow adventurers! The discussion on mentors 2.0, continues right here on the Masculine Journey After Hours Podcast. The clips are from "The Lion King," "The Karate Kid," and "The Andy Griffith Show."  There's no advertising or commercials, just men of God, talking and getting to the truth of the matter. The conversation and Journey continues. Be sure to check out our other podcasts, Masculine Journey and Masculine Journey Joyride for more great content!

Welcome fellow adventurers! This week, the guys discuss and honor the mentors in their lives. The clips are from "We Were Soldiers," "The Andy Griffith Show," and "The Wizard of Oz." Be sure to check out our other podcasts, Masculine Journey After Hours and Masculine Journey Joyride for more great content!

Host: Allan NewsomeRunning time: 0:27:07 This week marks the 101st birthday of the amazing Don Knotts. Don, of course, played Deputy Barney Fife on The Andy Griffith Show, Ralph Furley on Three’s Company and starred in the The Incredible Mr. Limpet (1964), The Ghost and Mr. Chicken (1966), The Reluctant Astronaut (1967), and The Apple […]

Welcome fellow adventurers! The discussion on Intimacy, continues right here on the Masculine Journey After Hours Podcast. The clips are from "Because of Winn Dixie," and "The Andy Griffith Show."  There's no advertising or commercials, just men of God, talking and getting to the truth of the matter. The conversation and Journey continues. Be sure to check out our other podcasts, Masculine Journey and Masculine Journey Joyride for more great content!

Desription Producer Andrew and Joe are talking about a classic tv sitcom The Andy Griffith Show. We talk about the show’s legacy, the cast’s roles in the series, and why this remains an iconic piece of popular culture. Support Patreon … Continue reading →

Host: Allan NewsomeRunning time: 0:53:56 The Farmer Takes a Wife was the 45th episode filmed and the 45th aired of The Andy Griffith Show. (S2.E13) We’ll play Mayberry trivia all about “The Farmer Takes a Wife” Plot Summary The Farmer Takes a Wife: One of Andy’s old pals, Big Jeff Pruitt, comes to Mayberry looking […]

What happened to Little Ricky from I Love Lucy? In this powerful and inspiring episode of Behind the Mike Podcast, host Mike Stone sits down with Keith Thibodeaux, the former child star of I Love Lucy and The Andy Griffith Show. Keith shares his extraordinary journey—from drumming prodigy and Hollywood fame to depression, addiction, and ultimately finding hope in Jesus Christ.Keith opens up about:

Host: Allan NewsomeRunning time: 0:43:44 Sheriff Barney was the 44th episode filmed and the 44th aired of The Andy Griffith Show. (S2.E12) We’ll play Mayberry trivia all about “Sheriff Barney.” Plot Summary Sheriff Barney: Barney gets an offer to become the sheriff of Greendale, and Andy tries to discourage him. Unsure how to handle matters, […]

Host: Allan NewsomeRunning time: 0:44:53 The Pickle Story was the 43rd episode filmed and the 43rd aired of The Andy Griffith Show. (S2.E11) We’ll play Mayberry trivia all about The Pickle Story. Plot Summary The Pickle Story: It’s canning time again, and Aunt Bee has put up another batch of pickles. After realizing the only […]

Dale Earnhardt Jr. sits down with legendary director and film producer Ron Howard to learn more about his involvement in the Amazon Prime series Earnhardt, as well as a deep dive into Ron's storied career. After finding stardom as a child actor on the Andy Griffith Show and becoming an icon as part of the famed Happy Days series, Ron made the decision to move behind the camera and began a sterling career as a director and producer. Dale Jr. was curious about Ron's process of picking a project to work on, which Ron explains can be different every time but relies a lot on his gut feeling. Ron says that the Earnhardt story checked many boxes of great storytelling as it was relatable and had larger-than-life characters that faced challenges.Ron recalls moving into projects that dealt with real-life events, which began when he took on Apollo 13. Although he originally felt that historical subjects might limit creativity, he found telling the stories in a film setting to be liberating, and it helped him step into the documentary world. The guys also chat about the films that surprised Ron with how they were received, and what he feels his greatest accomplishments in his career have been so far. Ron talks about the process of getting nominated for Best Director and how technology has evolved filmmaking and the art of storytelling on screen. Dale also inquires about Ron's decision to leave acting and move into the world of directing, likening it to a race driver's decision to retire from behind the wheel. Dirty Mo Media is launching a new e-commerce merch line! They've got some awesome Dale Jr. Download merch on the site. Visit shop.dirtymomedia.com to check out all the new stuff.And for more content check out our YouTube page: https://www.youtube.com/@DirtyMoMedia Must be 21+ and present in select states (for Kansas, in affiliation with Kansas Star Casino) or 18+ and present in D.C. First online real money wager only. $5 first deposit required. Bonus issued as nonwithdrawable bonus bets which expire 7 days after receipt. Restrictions apply. See terms at sportsbook.fanduel.com. Gambling Problem? Call 1-800-GAMBLER or visit FanDuel.com/RG. Call 1-888-789-7777 or visit ccpg.org/chat in Connecticut, or visit mdgamblinghelp.org in Maryland. Hope is here. Visit GamblingHelpLineMA.org or call (800) 327-5050 for 24/7 support in Massachusetts, or call 1-877-8HOPE-NY or text HOPENY in New York.

Host: Allan NewsomeRunning time: 0:48:40 The Clubmen was the 42nd episode filmed and the 42nd aired of The Andy Griffith Show. (S2.E10) We’ll play Mayberry trivia all about The Clubmen. Plot Summary The Clubmen: One of Andy’s big-city fishing buddies invites him to join the Esquire Club, an exclusive Raleigh men’s organization. Barney is also […]