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This week, Big Chief takes a heartfelt ride on The Whiskey Trip with two remarkable guests — Seth Fuston, U.S. Air Force Veteran and Co-Founder & President of Staves of Honor, and Eric Lytle, dedicated First Responder and Board Member. Together, they share the story of Staves of Honor, a nonprofit built to support veterans, first responders, and law enforcement officers through fellowship, charity, and the shared love of whiskey. What began as a small brotherhood of service members has grown into a nationwide movement — pouring hope and purpose back into the lives of those who've sacrificed so much. As a veteran himself, Big Chief understands the challenges that come after service — the search for belonging, the weight of the memories, and the need for community. Over two incredible barrel picks from The Blendery, the three men raise a glass to those who serve, protect, and continue to lead with heart:     •    “Final Ryde” – an undisclosed blend of 75/21/4 bourbon, 60/36/4 bourbon, and 95/5 rye whiskey, finished in a 15-year-old “BuffTurkey” barrel.     •    “Razz Hunny Pie” – a beautiful mix of 60/36/4 Indiana bourbon blended with a 51/45/4 bourbon from Green River, finished in an 18-year-old Barton 1792 barrel. With each pour, they talk about the mission, the meaning, and the magic that happens when whiskey brings people together for something bigger than themselves. So pour one with us, take a deep breath, and join Big Chief, Seth, and Eric as they toast to service, healing, and brotherhood — because at Staves of Honor, every pour has a purpose, and every sip honors sacrifice. 

Who knew that learning how to buddy tape fingers would lead to a decades long career in Athletic Training? That is exactly where Jeff Carrico started in grade school thanks to his coach Pat Lewis. Jeff started to find his athletic training groove at LaSalle HS, (Cincinnati, OH) as their student athletic trainer and then on to Eastern Kentucky University to learn from NATA HOF athletic trainer, Dr. Bobby Barton. Work ethic and previous AT experience allow for Jeff to right to work at EKU. Working various sports but spending most of his time with Dr. Barton and Football. After getting his undergraduate degree he landed a GA position at Northern Illinois University in 1994. Carrico ended up getting hired as an assistant athletic trainer at NIU and staying until 1997. Jeff then headed to Huntington, WV to become the assistant athletic trainer at Marshall University and in 1999 he became the Head Athletic Trainer. 2007 Jeff had the opportunity to come home and become the assistant athletic director for sports medicine at the University of Cincinnati working with men's and women's basketball. Carrico then moved on to DePaul University in 2012 working with men's basketball. A 2 year stint at Central Michigan University as an associate athletic trainer with men's basketball and then finally back to EKU as the Assistant Athletic Director for Sports Medicine until 2023.Currently Jeff is an outreach athletic trainer with UK Health Care in Lexington, KY. He recently received the Award of Merit from the Kentucky Athletic Trainers' Society and was inducted into the Marshall University Sports Medicine Hall of Fame in 2010.He resides in Richmond, KY.

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Our good friend Dr. Gavin Barton is taking us on a ride through the mental game of tennis, providing insights and useful tools to help us navigate the psychological part of our beautiful game. Holding a doctorate in Counseling and Performance Psychology from Boston University, Dr. Barton's work is focused on developing individual potential and enhancing performance in high-performing athletes and teams. 

The Bishop's Hotwife: Part 5Some things are not negotiable..Based on a post by Wendy Trilby, in 5 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels.Chapter 10: So What Happens Now.That was the last I saw of Mrs. Barton. Two days after that conversation, I headed back to Boston to complete my final year of law school.I had two choices: dwell on the love I had found and now lost or apply that energy into my studies. I chose the latter.Mrs. Barton would text me from time to time and even ask if I was coming home for the holidays. I could have ignored her texts, but instead, I'd reply with one-word answers.Busy.Can't.No.I wasn't trying to be rude, but I was still processing this strange brew of deceit and devotion, that had left me so fucked up.At times, I would masturbate to the memories of our time together, but visions of The Bishop would cloud those thoughts.I spent Christmas in Boston, telling each of my friends a different story about where I would be. Although I had lost control of my life last summer, I knew that if I focused on my studies, I could gain control over my thoughts.But I could not control my dreams, and nearly every night I'd be with Mandy. The Bishop was never in those dreams, just she and I. The dreams were almost never sexual. It would be us spending time together. At most, we held hands or kissed.I knew I should see a therapist about my experience, but I remembered the threat Mandy said could come to her if our tryst was made public in any way or form. Time and distance would have to be my therapy.It was mid-January when I came out of Langdell Hall on the Harvard campus and saw her standing there. She was all alone.I assumed I was dreaming. I must have been asleep, but a student on a Citybike nearly hit me, and I realized I was very much awake.Her face showed a little weight, but in her winter coat, you couldn't tell she was six months pregnant.I asked her why she was there. Was everything Okay? Was she okay?Her answer was unexpected. Everything was fine. Perfect. Except she felt lonely.She shared that she had cried uncontrollably every morning since our last day. She sank into a depression and spent several days at my house, lying in our bed.The Bishop had hired a nanny to cover for her time away from home. None of this was planned for in the grand scheme and The Bishop had grown angry with her and livid with me.I had so much to say to her. I had rehearsed countless ways to insult her, to bring her down. She had used me in the worst possible way and had exploited my father. For eighteen years, she and The Bishop had manipulated us so that he could appear to be a virile man of the church. Meanwhile, he degraded his wife to maintain that stature. I was prepared to unleash my hatred on this woman.So here she was, and I; didn't say any of that.She didn't need my semen, my support, my permission. She was here for me."Can we talk?" she asked.We walked through the campus, coming to a quiet place to sit and talk."Does The Bishop know you're here?""No, I'm in Boston for a physical at Brigham and Women's. A woman at forty, they treat a pregnancy like it's high risk.""You came to Boston for a physical?""I'm at seven months, so I won't be able to travel soon.""But there's nothing wrong? Nothing that requires you to be here?""Yes, there is. You."She had a difficult time making eye contact and looked at her lap as she spoke."I've missed you. I realized how hurt you were when summer ended. We had so much fun, shared so much together, and then the truth; ""Yeah, the truth. That was a hell of a lot of truth.""I know. I didn't see it coming. It was different with your father,""See what coming?""My feelings for you. I mean, with your dad, it was fun and comforting, and we never let emotions get in the way.""Well, I'm not my dad, I guess. I've only impregnated you once."I rolled my eyes. That wasn't necessary, and it wasn't what I wanted to say. I was overjoyed she was here and insulting her wasn't what I wanted to do. Thankfully, she let it go."I never felt for your father what I feel for you. That's what I came here to say. I thought this feeling would go away when you left. It didn't, it got worse."We sat there in silence. She had, without stating the words, seemingly proclaimed everlasting love for me."So, what happens now?"I return to Utah tomorrow. In two months, our daughter will be born. Three months later, you graduate, and hopefully, three months after that, you'll let me come to you when I'm ready for another child."So, nothing changes? This charade continues?""Everything changes. I think I made it clear how I feel for you. Do you understand how complicated that is for me?"She was a master of bringing the story back to herself.Complicated for her? She had created this world, she chose it; I had been conscripted.Still, I did feel for her. I knew how much I wanted to be with her, and if her desire for me was even a fraction of that, her days were long and wanting.She got up to go."I have an appointment. But I'm staying at the Copley Plaza if you want to come by and say goodbye or talk some more."She stood before me with a glow that only a pregnant woman can achieve. Her hair was thick and lustrous, her face was full, and her belly was distended with our child warm inside.I stood to face here."Of course, we don't have to talk," she said, then turned and walked across the quad toward a waiting town car.It was early evening when I arrived at the Copley Plaza Hotel. I went to the front desk to find her room."Can you call Amanda Barton's room for me. Tell her Ethan is here?"The clerk handed me a room key."She said her husband was coming by. Ethan, is it?""Yes, Ethan. Her husband," I said, trying to sound sincere. "I'm her husband."The clerk handed me a room key and gestured to the elevators."14 23, and congratulations."I smiled and nodded. I was her husband again. Apparently, I was to be congratulated for that. Oh, wait, he meant for her pregnancy. Okay, whatever.I gently knocked on the hotel room door, but with the key in hand, I unlocked it and entered. It was a two-room suite, and I could hear the shower running."Ethan?" she asked from the bathroom."Umm, yeah. They gave me a room key, so I let myself in."I heard the water shut off, and a few moments later, she walked into the suite's living area wearing a thick hotel robe and drying her hair."I might have gone heavy on the coffee today.""Should you even be drinking coffee?""Decaf. Not as much fun, but it turns out the poop effect is the same.""And so, the shower."She smiled."You know me. Poop and a shower. Some things don't change even if my body has."I was trying to visualize her beneath the robe. We had spent most of the summer naked and in each other's arms, but there was a different body under that terrycloth, and I longed to see it.Perhaps my gaze betrayed me."You're curious, aren't you?" she said with a mischievous smile."Very."I could tell she was anxious, which was a notable shift from her typically confident demeanor.She kept her gaze on me, and she reached for the tie of her robe, fingers trembling slightly, and then let it slip away, revealing her heavily pregnant form.I noticed a line of skin discoloration from her cunt up to her belly and beyond. She had always had protruding nipples due to her breastfeeding, but I had never seen her areolas so large and dark.I had so many questions about female physiology during pregnancy, but this didn't seem like the right time to ask.I thought I might be put off by seeing her pregnant, especially with my child; however, I'm not sure if it was me or nature, but I found myself turned on.She placed her hand on the swell of her belly and gently bit her lip, waiting for my approval or fearing my disapproval. Her tits were once again heavy, her nipples thicker and darker than I remembered, pointed down."You look; incredible," I said, closing the distance between us."I've missed you. I wanted to come here so many times to see you and;"I cut her off."I missed you, too.""With your father, he was next door, and I would go over to talk with him. But he was just a friend. I didn't need him like I need you.""But you got what you needed from both of us."She looked down and rubbed her belly with a smile."Not this," she said, referring to our child within her."This," she said as she moved in and kissed me passionately.The familiarity, the plumpness of her lips, the taste of her mouth, the smell of her skin, brought back the feelings of elation from the summer, and we practically melted together.She wrapped her arms around my shoulders, clinging to me. Our kisses grew deeper as the primal urge for us to reconnect intensified. On an animal level, her body sensed that I was the father of her unborn child, and her hormones sent signal after signal to her brain to draw me close, to give me pleasure, to keep me nearby, and let me protect her.My body responded in kind. I wanted to join her, but was unsure how."How do we do this?" I asked, genuinely bewildered.She backed up to the bed and sat so her face was at my waist. She didn't speak but went to work unbuckling by belt and a moment later, freeing my cock.She smiled at seeing it once again. Moving her hair to the side, she took it in hand and brought her mouth down on my shaft, warming it with her saliva. The feeling was familiar, and I sighed in relief. She continued to work my cock, gently massaging the shaft.Having never had sex with a pregnant woman, I wondered if this was it, but I recalled her one command, that I always finish in her pussy. Then I remembered that was probably just part of the ruse.Perhaps this blowjob is the end game. I'll just let her lead.After a while she released my cock from her mouth and crawled back on the bed. Her pussy was shaven, More so than in the summer. She lay on her back, her arms out, and then beckoned me to join her.I crawled to her side, she took her tit in hand, holding it out for me. Careful not to put my weight on her, I brought my mouth to her thick nipple. It was plumper than last summer and incredibly swollen. I gently played and applied pressure with my mouth, as when she fed me in the past, but nothing came out.She stroked my head gently, then brought her fingers to her tits. I released her nipple and watched as she tugged and manipulated it until a thick ooze of cream trickled out.

A new MP3 sermon from Reformation Presbyterian Church is now available on SermonAudio with the following details: Title: Memorial Service for Diana Barton Full Length Video Speaker: Neil van der Wel Broadcaster: Reformation Presbyterian Church Event: Funeral Service Date: 9/11/2025 Bible: John 14:1-6 Length: 64 min.

The Bishop's Hotwife: Part 4Asking forgiveness instead of permission.Based on a post by Wendy Trilby, in 5 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels."Saturday, Caleb has a soccer tournament all afternoon, and Sunday, oh, I know how much you love Sundays."Yes, I did, and she could see my eyes light up."Tell you what, you come to church with us, we'll take the crew to Sonic for lunch and then home; I'm pretty sure I can be plastic balls deep in your ass by two."She was so matter of fact about this."So, church?"I didn't want to go to church with her and the family, but there was a certain wicked allure to attending services, knowing I'd be feasting on her later in the day."Can't I just wait for you until after church?""If you're there with us, I know I'll be sweating just a little more than usual."She knew my kinks far too well. I couldn't resist her Sunday savor and quickly agreed.This strange conversation was made even stranger as she was now scheduling me to attend church with her, then the exact time she would sodomize me. Salvation and sin in a single afternoon.I didn't have to say yes, she knew I'd be there from the reaction of my cock that began to thicken rapidly. She gently stroked it and looked at it."You're right, seven and a half inches. Would you be a dear and get the coconut oil and that big ass plug from the bedside table?""Now?""If I'm going to shove seven inches up your cute bottom tomorrow, it's only fair you should shove your seven and a half inches up mine today.""You mean; ?"She bit her lip in a sensuous way and rolled over presenting her ass to me.I move quickly to the side table, my breath quickening."You're sure?""I've been waiting for you to knock at my back door for a while. That Gideon thing really put a damper on our progress."We had done just about everything else we could this summer, and now she was offering me her ass. Of course there was a price, my ass in exchange.I and been fingers deep, I had probed with my tongue, pressed my cock on that pink knot of door and had surrendered to the notion it wasn't going to happen, but now she was granting me entry.I found the coconut oil and the large ass plug and returned to her. She met me with a gentle kiss."Here's what I want you to do. Put that in me. All the way"She rolled over so she was face down, then took several pillows and shoved them under her tummy, so she was tilted down with her ass up. Relaxing, she and opened her legs, a trickle of my cum leaked from her pussy to my pillow covers.I approached her gently, smearing the soft coconut oil on her. The room was chilly enough that the oil was semi-solid, the consistency of soft butter. When it contacted her sealed puckernut, her body heat turned it to liquid in an instant. I wiped more on, gently poking into her tight ring with my forefinger. I pushed into the first knuckle and could tell she was receptive to what was to come.I took the large plug and pushed it against her ass. I was tentative, not wanting to bring any pain."You can go harder."With her permission I pushed again, and her anus dilated, opening a small gape, but that was all I needed and fed the pointed end inside to trap her muscles open.Another push and her anus widened with remarkable ease. At its widest this ass plug was thicker than my cock so I was confident she could accommodate me.When her anus was opened to its zenith, the plug was half in and half out, a push could reject it. A pull could accept it.Her muscles took over, a gentle squeeze and a pull the entire ass plug was swallowed the plug sealing shut with gentle fart sound, leaving only the jeweled handle showing."You've been practicing," I whispered."I know you want to cum in my ass," she whispered, "do you have condoms?""Really? We need condoms?""You can cum in my ass inside a condom. But then you have to put the contents into my cunt."I didn't have to ask why. She had made it perfectly clear all summer where my sperm had to end."No, I don't have any.""Go to my house. Bedside table, right side, under a booklet of evening prayers. There are some there.""You want me to go to your house for condoms?""No one is home. Go now while I let this toy relax my muscles. Hurry."I sat up and thought about this."This is nuts.""I want this for you," she whispered. "The backdoor is open."I assumed she meant the backdoor to her house, but either way, I jumped up, threw on some sweats, and hurried out of my house to the bushes separating our two homes.I looked around; no one was in sight, so I dashed for the back door. It was open. Inside, I hurried up the stairs, searching for the master bedroom.Once I arrived, I approached the bed, opened the bedside table, and saw a metal liquor flask.I then realized I was on the wrong side of the bed, so I jumped over to the right side, opened the drawer, shuffled through some religious materials, and found several condoms. I took one, shut the drawer, then opened it again and took two more. Why settle for one and done?I gazed at the enormous bed and envisioned Mandy in it with The Bishop. That diminished some of the excitement.But then I noticed her clothes hamper and lifted the top. Several pairs of her LDS garments were calling to me. I grabbed a pair and inhaled that scent that drove me wild. In seconds, I was back on track. I held on to the panties, stuffing them into my pocket to enjoy later, and I sprinted back to my house.Stashing the garment in a kitchen drawer, I wondered who I had become. Two months ago, if you had told me I'd be having an affair with the woman next door and now be stealing her used underwear, I would have laughed. But that was me now; and I didn't mind at all.I walked into the bedroom holding the condoms like a trophy.Mandy was on the bed, on her knees, facing away from me. I think she had been in this position since I left, enjoying the expansion in her rectum.Her hands were on her thighs just below where her ass cheeks met her legs. She was holding her ass cheeks open wide.The ass plug handle was glaring at me.I just stood there as she began to push. Her ass flexed and the ass plug pushed out then quickly retreated back in. She did it again, and again. Each time the plug came further out, widening her tight brown ring with each push."Can you push it out, or should I pull it?""What do you want me to do?""Push it out," I said. Goddam I wanted to see this.She bent forward and placed her hands on her thighs to catch her breath. She resumed pushing, letting out a small moan with each push. From this view I could see her long pussy lips hanging below her, thick from her lust.She was both putting on a show to please me and training her body to obey her commands, rather than nature's instructions. So, I practiced the virtue of patience.She gripped her cheeks and gave a strong push, the egg-shaped toy crowned. She gave another push, and it popped out, followed by a small rush of fouled coconut oil that had been trapped inside. There was a little noise, half air, half wetness.Then her asshole closed and quickly opened again. She flexed her core, and it remained open like a small mouth, fixed to whistle, ready for me to enter.She had a penchant for doggy style, something I realize other women liked as well. I always felt self-conscious in this position, because it felt so dominant, and I wasn't sure if that was my sexual personality; until this summer when Mandy assured me, she was mine to do with as I wanted. I grew to love the control doggy style gave me over her.Strangely, she had trained me to be more assertive, to encourage and bring out any dominant traits I had kept buried. So, as she presented her ass to me, I knew it was mine to enjoy; so long as I didn't cum in there.I quickly unwrapped the condom and rolled it on my cock. It was pre-lubed, but so was her ass as clear drips of coconut oil dribble down her perineum to her cunt.I chose to stand, bending my knees to bring my cock to the waiting hole. Her sphincter looked like a large round bullseye against the paleness of her ass. I wasn't sure how long she could keep it open, so I grasped my cock and pushed the thick cap past the open barrier.She groaned with pleasure as I expanded her slightly upon entry. Putting a hand back to my thigh, she slowed me."Give it a second, baby, just a second."I paused and could feel her tight muscles on my cock tip, slowly that grip faded and pushed forward."Easy now,""Oh my God, you're big. You're;"I wasn't sure if she was just trying to stroke my ego or making a declarative statement. I put one hand on her back, the other on my leg and continued inward.She let out a high-pitched howl, three times in a row, something I had never heard before.I gave a hard push."Oh my God, not all the way in yet, please." She begged.I hesitated. Then decided I was in charge and pushed inward. She reacted with a long groan. I gave several pushes then withdrew to admire her open ass.Holding my latex covered cock in hand I admired the view of her waiting for my next plunge. Her unused pussy lips were visible below, confused by the blood swelling them, but lack of attention.I thrust deep in her ass this time driving myself to the hilt. While the ass plug might have been wider than me at its midpoint it wasn't longer, and my cock entered the deeper areas of her rectum unexplored by fingers or toys.Her internal muscles went to work on my cock enclosing around it and doing what nature created them to do, ripple and pulse to expel anything in the area. So, while her rectum tried to push me out, I overpowered it will be pushing inward, and the battle of pleasure began for the two of us.I let out a low groan."You like that filthy hole, don't you?" she said.I certainly did, and I also enjoyed hearing her speak in this manner. Not that she didn't speak during sex; she was always vocal. But she didn't say things like that."All I could think of in church was that thick cock of yours in my ass," she continued. "I soaked my panties thinking of you."Wow, she was going places, but I didn't reply instead began to push and pull my cock creating a frenzy of pleasure. I responded with a groan, but she wanted more.I tried my hand at it."All I could think about in that hot church was to bend you over the pew and fuck your ass in front of the entire congregation."I pressed harder to emphasize my claim on her, and she responded with a long, submissive moan. I was confident the mental imagery I painted in her mind was compelling."I would make The Bishop watch me defile you."She liked that and replied."He would be so angry, knowing I let you in my ass."As obscene as that image was, it emboldened me to fuck her ass harder as I fantasized about The Bishop being forced to watch me take his wife in that sacred sanctuary.I could have finished but the position was causing my legs to cramp.I withdrew, my cock to with a loud fart sound from the air I had pushed into her colon. She was caught her off-guard, but I gave her no time to react and then dragged her body back, so her feet were off the bed, torso on the bed, and her ass was presented to me at the perfect height to defile it.A thick glob of coconut oil mixed with her anal moistures rolled down her inner thigh as I was quick to reenter her, only now I was pushing hard and no longer exploring her ass, I was fucking it mercilessly.But this position wasn't perfect either. I pulled out to another rush of air and noise."It feels numb; It's so good. Keep going," she begged.I moved her forward, this time flat on the bed, her legs spread open. I crawled on the bed on my knees, her ass under my balls. Guiding my cock back to the hole I desired. Perfect. This was the way to fuck a woman's ass.

What do you get when you take the pen of Barton Nunnelly and the voice of Steve Stockton and mix them together? You get WEIRD WORLD, an exciting new series about TRUE LIFE ENCOUNTERS with monsters, mini-sters, goatmen, lizardmen, dogmen, sasquatch, and a plethora of INHUMANOID ENTITIES! Join us for the multimedia audiobook journey! Barton Nunnelly, author of "The Inhumanoids", "Mysterious Kentucky" vols.1 & 2 and "Bigfoot In Kentucky", takes you on a journey into the unknown. If you have a TRUE Inhumanoid encounter or sighting that you want to share, email me at inhumanoidencounters@gmail.com Find Barton on YouTube: https://youtube.com/@BartonNunnelly and his books on Amazon: https://amzn.to/3WRAmynBecome a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/missing-persons-mysteries--5624803/support.

The Bishop's Hotwife: Part 3Gideon Gets it on.Based on a post by Wendy Trilby, in 5 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels.Walking around the impressive property, I was greeted by neighbors, some I knew, others I had never seen before. I recalled several of them being friends of my father.Walking by the pool, I found Gideon, Hannah's brother, who was the reason for the party. He was coming up the pool ladder, enroute back to the diving board."Gideon, congratulations on the mission. You must be very excited."Gideon stepped up to shake my hand. He was 18 and about to face adulthood directly. I was glad I never went on a mission, but I was also impressed by how much my LDS friends learned about life during theirs.Gideon's eyes were locked on the pool, and it was easy to see she was distracted by the attractive moms in their bathing suits."Hey, Ethan, welcome back home. I'm sorry to hear about your dad. He was such a great guy and even came to all my baseball games." I guess my dad and I both had some regrets. Dad was busy working hard and being a single dad. And then I've stayed away at college for years, hardly even calling my dad. It probably crushed him. And that's what probably led to his enjoying the Barton kids and investing in them."Really? I don't think he was at one of my football games. So, Chicago, huh? Not too bad for a mission. No need to learn a new language. Although you might want to brush up on your colloquialisms."Gideon was confused."If someone doesn't want to hear you talk about the Book of Mormon, just grab your balls and say, suck on this." It's like saying thank you in Chicago speak."Gideon laughed. I knew men his age had issues with the church, and as exciting as it might be to get away from home for a year, he was probably wondering what it was all for."Which college are you thinking about? No, wait, let me guess: BYU."Gideon laughed again. The chances of one of the Barton kids attending any school other than BYU were slim.His twin sister, Hannah approached. It was astonishing to realize how much she resembled her mother. I didn't want to sexualize her, but she was 18, and in the Mormon faith, some girls her age have two children by this point."The Bishop was asking for you." Hannah said with a warm smile. Gideon waved off and went back to the diving board.It always amazed me that the Bartons referred to him as The Bishop, rather than dad or father."Me? Why?""He didn't say.” Then she changed the subject; “Hey, do you know the Kristensons? The two oldest sons?""Buck and Hank, yeah. Buck was my year.""Could you introduce me to him? I know him kinda, from the temple, but you and he were friends.""Of course. If that's what you want. Buck's a little wild, though.""Hey, I can be wild too," she fired back with a devilish grin.Naturally, that would be the moment Amanda would walk up."Excuse me, young lady," her mother glared.Hannah turned beet red."I'm wild about skiing, too, Hannah. Too bad I'll be back at school when the mountains get snow."Hannah smiled, appreciative of my giving cover to her story. She left, leaving me with Mrs. Barton."What did I tell you about talking to Hannah?""She was talking to me, " I said defensively. "Look, this isn't a good idea. I'm going to leave, Okay?"Mrs. Barton looked at me and I could see she felt bad."I'm sorry. I've been rude to you. It's just that I'm under all this pressure, and I've got you and The Bishop, and then I have to wrangle all my kids. I took a Xanax and I'm waiting for it to kick in.""Hey, you're truly incredible. I mean, really incredible. I just don't understand how you do it.""It's because I care too much. I like to please people."Well, you sure know how to please me."I then tensed up and looked around to ensure no one heard that comment.She gently touched my arm and gave it a slow, sensual rub. From her touch, I could tell she wanted to be in our bed in my house."I'm going to head out," I whispered.She looked around and then leaned toward me."Follow me."She started walking toward the car barn, and I followed.The Bishop had built the car barn to house his collection of cars, cars he felt promoted his masculinity. The barn housed seven vehicles and the family's Gulfstream trailer. I immediately spotted something special: a 19 75 green Ford Bronco in mint condition."Wow, is this what you wanted to show me? It's great. Look at the condition. This is wonderful."She leaned on the hood of the vehicle like a car show girl."Want to see something even better?" She asked.She didn't wait for me to respond and turned so she was facing the front of the vehicle. She leaned forward, and her skirt hiked up slightly, but not enough to reveal anything. Reaching back and she flipped it up revealing her soft white ass."You wore the red lingerie," I said with a smile."That's not all," she replied as she put her thumbs in the bands of her panties and pulled them down to reveal her bare ass punctuated by the bedazzled handle of the ass plug sticking out of her clench.I stood there in awe of this woman."All day. Just for you," she purred.She tipped further forward and pushed from her core; her anus dilated slightly revealing some of the gold toy. She then relaxed, and her tight ring sealed around the stem, keeping the toy where the sun doesn't shine."Oh my God. How does it feel?""Full, I feel wonderful, but full. It's the big one. I had a spontaneous orgasm about an hour ago. I was sitting there, and it hit me when I was talking to Sara Carlton. She asked if I was Okay.""You're better than Okay. You're amazing."I knew it was time to leave. I also knew that what we were doing was against our own rules, but she remained bent over the Bronco, with her white ass glowing, punctuated by the jeweled handled of the ass plug and below that a drop of dew forming on her backpussy. I had been in her snatch so many times with fingers, my face and my cock, yet at this moment I want her more than ever."Make it fast," she whispered.Game fucking on!I had my cock in hand in seconds. It felt bigger than ever. But then again, I'd never had an LDS mom lying on the hood of her husband's car, in his garage, beckoning me to take her from behind.My cock was coated with her wetness the moment I pressed it against her slit. I slid in fast and deep. The sensation of my cock and her stuffed rectum was overwhelming, and she let out a whispering groan. I set a rapid pace, and she responded with gentle signs of pleasure each time I thrust inward. Her wetness increased and her pussy made loud slurps as it swallowed my cock.My eyes were locked on her stretched hole, which fought to retain the toy. She put her hands back, grasping her ass cheeks pulling them wide to give me an incredible view of my cock entering her pussy clean and coming out of her coated in glistening wetness.I decided to change things up, then pulled my cock out, dropped to my knees and planted my face in her back pussy to let my tongue give my cock a short break."We don't have time for you to;"She never finished her sentence my tongue darted across her dangling clit."Oh, that motherfucking tongue of yours."I needed to get my cock back inside her because she was talking up a filthy storm and it would probably only take one more "motherfucker" for me to blow my lode.I stood and pushed my cock in hard and fast, surprising her. Her body reacted, her core responded as I began to pump her pussy. In our heightened state and the relaxation brought on by her Xanax, we were both unaware her asshole was giving birth to the ass plug.I glanced down to see the egg-shaped toy pop out, followed by a rush of lube and her anus snapping shut.I vaguely remember it hitting the ground with a metallic clang, but she and I were now reaching our plateaus, and neither of us wanted to stop.Her empty brown eye opened and closed with each push and pull and when I felt her body shake with pleasure, I unleashed a healthy flow of cum deep within her.She moaned in pleasure as she felt herself being filled, and it was in that moment of bliss we both forgot about the plug that had rolled under the Bronco.You could smell our lust in the air as we slumped forward onto the dusty truck. She was pressed against the hood, and I was pressed against her back as we tried to catch our breath.In the distance, I heard something topple over. I'm not sure of what, but the sound brought us to. She turned, putting a finger over her pursed lips, shushing me.She quickly pulled up her panties and flipped he dress down, and I pulled up my shorts and straightened up.She guided me away from the area, walked me to the driveway, ensured no one was around, and gave me a deep kiss."I have to get back," she said, "but thanks for coming."I wasn't sure if she was making a pun."My pleasure," I replied."Hey, the plug. It fell under the car," I reminded her."I'll get it, you go."She gave me a deep kiss, the kind that's hard to break and could easily turn into another session. She then broke off and gave a wink.I walked through the bushes into my yard. We had broken our rules about sex outside the non-kosher kitchen, and nothing had gone wrong. Maybe some rules were made to be broken.Chapter 4: Nothing Gone Wrong.As I kissed Ethan, I could feel his semen gently flowing from my cunt, saturating the red fabric of his favorite panties. The warm fluid turned cold against the breeze coming up my skirt.When we were out of the garage and out of sight, I put my hand in his and left him with a kiss that promised so much more.I gave him a little shove and watched his ass as he left. Our liaison in the garage was unexpected, but was it really?I had taunted him with the sex toy. I could pretend what happened was spontaneous, but deep down, I wanted him to take me amid The Bishop's favorite things. I wanted him to know he could have me anytime, anywhere.When I entered into this agreement, it was about sex, but things were changing rapidly. Now it was about my desire to be with Ethan as much as possible.We had broken our rules about sex outside the non-kosher kitchen, and nothing went wrong. Maybe some rules are made to be broken.I'd need to change my panties or risk his cum dripping down my legs. But first I needed to retrieve the ass plug. I returned to the exact spot. I could see the dust on the hood of the truck been wiped clean.I bent over to look under the car and heard a familiar voice,"Mom, we need to talk."I turned to see Gideon holding the gold ass plug that I had ejected from my ass.A cold trickle of Ethan's thick cum slid down my leg.Chapter 5: Fucking Gideon.It was nice to sleep in on Sunday. I knew Mrs. Barton wouldn't show up until after church. She usually made sure her kids had lunch and then came here to prepare a meal for me.We ate, screwed and then she left, returning home before The Bishop returned from the Temple.There was something I learned to love about Sundays. A kink I didn't know I had until our first Sunday together.Her daily routine was no different on Sundays, rise early, poop, shower and be perfect before the rest of the family was awake.Sunday mornings meant getting everyone fed and out the door for church. It meant dressing nicely, and that included wearing her church undergarments.While The Bishop was often indifferent to her wearing the church garments on the daily, he was insistent that they be worn on Sundays and would inspect her before leaving for church. She had come to mention that the in

The Bishop's Hotwife: Part 2It's not a tryst when she's training me.Based on a post by Wendy Trilby, in 5 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels."You can have me any way you choose. But you must always finish in my cunt. God's seed is never to be wasted."I found it amusing, or perhaps ironic, that she somehow integrated religion into what was essentially just a wild sexual affair."What about The Bishop?""The Bishop is a wonderful man-a great provider, a man of the temple, a leader. But he's impotent in the bedroom; he has been for years. I, on the other hand, have an insatiable thirst.""Are you on the pill? Should I get condoms?""No and no. But Mandy needs frequent servicing.""Um, who's Mandy? You keep saying her name.""Me, I'm Mandy. At least here in the non-kosher bedroom. Amanda, Mandy. Get it?""I'm not even used to calling you Amanda; and now you have a nickname.She wrinkled her nose at me."That name is meant for our shared use; no one else. As for Mrs. Barton, you should probably keep that up in public. We can't display any informality around The Bishop; he's a very intuitive man."Mrs. Barton got on her knees and straddled my body. I hoped she was going to shed the robe, which she did, but only partway. She took off the top, revealing her tits."Now, if there are no more questions, I want to feel you inside me."Her tits were large for her petite frame and hung down with some weight. Her areolas and nipples were surprisingly larger than I'd have imagined. She was always tan, but her tits were milk-white, and I could even see the blue of her veins.She remained hovering over me, but when my cock began to stir, I could feel it pressing against something fleshy and wet.She smiled."You like them. I can tell.""They're amazing.""They are. Now watch this."She took her left hand and grasped the nipple of her left tit, placing her hand above the nipple and pushing down as she squeezed.To my shock and amazement, twin tiny streams of milk shot out of her nipple, landing on my face; she continued to squeeze, and droplets of her mother's milk followed.I was amazed, and I continued to harden in response. I could feel my cock pressing on the wet flesh under her robe."This is for John-John. I can't get pregnant while I'm breastfeeding, so we won't need any protection.""You sure? That sounds like some kind of myth."I have five children; I've nursed them all for over a year. I've made love countless times and never conceived while I breastfeed. So, no, we don't need any protection. We'll celebrate each other's bodies as God intended, natural, skin on skin, intimate. I'll do anything you desire, and you'll leave your seed in me. We cannot waste what the Lord has provided.She held out her tit."Now, would you like to taste?"I was unsure, but my cock was certain. It surged yet again against her body. I could not tell where, but a small trickle of hot fluid dripped from within her and drenched my glans let me know I was almost inside her pussy.She bent forward, holding her left tit out, bringing it to my mouth. Her purple nipple was saturated in the milk she had already produced, and she gently guided it around my lips, wetting them.I opened my mouth wider, and she pushed her thick teat inside, like a cock penetrating a cunt. She was forceful, and her tit flesh filled my mouth as her nipple sought out my tongue and urged my mouth to latch on.I could smell her clean body and the scent of her milk."Come on, Bryant, taste Mandy."My mouth closed on her tit, creating suction, and my tongue stimulated her nipple, telling her nerves it was time to produce. There was nothing, and then she gave a gentle sigh. I could feel a strange sensation as her milk ducts contracted, followed by a letdown, and her breast milk filled my mouth."There's a good boy," she said as she went from straddling me to sitting directly atop my cock.The warmth of her pussy enveloped my cock. I wasn't inside her, but her cunt was around the length of my cock like the bun of a hot dog, sliding back and forth, wetting and preparing it.Slowly, she took her teat out of my mouth. I chased it slightly, but she pulled it away, drying it with the robe."That's all for you. The rest is for John-John."She slid back and forth over my cock, using her pussy to sense how hard I was."You want me to take a shower first?" I offered."No, I want to taste your sweat; I want to smell your animal scent. Now, one more thing. Take off that lingerie. From here on out, you're in charge of me. You tell me what you want. You tell me what you're going to do to me. You can punish me if I displease you.""Are you sure?" I asked. "That feels kind of, I don't know.""Have you heard the term Trad Wife? It means a traditional wife. That's me. I serve my husband and my family. Cook the meals, get the children off to school. Being a trad wife is my full-time job."This wasn't the conversation I needed as I was about to enter her.A man should treat his woman with love and respect, but with a firm hand. My job is to please my husband. In this bed, I am your property."But I'm not your husband.""In this house, you are. I answer to you. You'll treat me as your wife, and I'll serve you as my husband."And outside this house?"I'm Mrs. Barton. Wife of Bishop Barton and expect you to honor that."I was starting to comprehend her game and her rules.I had always heard the joke: When Mormon girls go bad, they go really bad. But no one ever told me when Mormon moms go bad, they go incredible.I decided to test the waters."Ok, Mandy, take off that robe and let me see your body."Mandy complied by getting off the bed and dropping her robe, standing before me unadorned and unabashed. At least now I could see her entire body.She was of average height, neither short nor tall, but she had a petite frame. You wouldn't know she had given birth to five children when clothed, yet her body revealed some signs of childbirth and early middle age.Her tits, full and natural, bore the unmistakable signs of the milk she carried. Still, they retained a sexy fitness that was undeniably alluring.She had some flaws, and while they were few, they made her all the more alluring. Her soft body bore the marks of her life. Her waist had a gentle, elegant curve, and despite having given birth a year ago, her skin remained tight. Her hips were full, and the only hint at the five children she had borne was the slight softness of her midsection.Her pubic hair was neatly groomed above her perfectly bare slit. I could see her labia lips were large and hung down."Do I please you?" she asked.She was very intentional in her statements.Sure, she said I was meant to be in control, but I realized that she was someone who understood her power and required no one's permission to claim it.She had orchestrated everything to lead us to this moment and was entirely unapologetic."You do."I got up off the bed and tore off the lingerie, ripping it in half until I was standing before her naked. My cock was now fully erect.I guided her to the bed, and she sat and scooched back. I sat next to her and slowly moved in. This incredible woman had masturbated me and then offered herself to me without limits, and yet I hadn't even kissed her.She looked at me as I moved in for a gentle kiss. When our lips connected, I could feel a true spark of passion. Putting her hand around my neck, she pulled me in tight and opened her mouth to explore mine. Her hand slid to my erection and began to masturbate me gently. I could tell she wasn't trying to make me cum but was testing to see if I had refracted.I let my hand drift to her tit, gently rubbing her nipple with my thumb. How we held each other and pressed our bodies together was strangely intimate and felt right.I didn't feel like an adulterer. I felt like I belonged with her, and she belonged with me. My non-kosher wife.I desperately wanted to feel her mouth on my cock. I knew I could tell her to suck it, but I wanted this to be her choice. I gently pushed on her head, letting her know my desire.Far more experienced than I, she began to kiss her way down my body. She licked around my nipples and across my chest, taking in the salt of my sweat.When she finally reached my cock she licked it gently, put the tip in her mouth and ran her tongue around a band of rough flesh under the thick cap. Looking up at me with a smile."I love a circumcised cock. So good-looking. So perfect. The Bishop isn't circumcised."I wasn't looking for a conversation or debate about the aesthetics of circumcision, and I did not want to discuss another man's cock.Fortunately, she put her mouth over my cock and took it gently in her mouth. I could feel her tongue working the underside of my shaft while she slid down the base and gently pulled back.She was taking her time, enjoying the thickness of my cock as it begged for more friction.My girlfriend had never been keen on blow jobs, and more than once, she used her teeth, which was always a deal breaker.But Mrs. Barton; I mean, Mandy, came with all the care of an experienced, passionate lover, and her mouth-work was sending shivers through my body.I'd have been happy to cum in her mouth, but the build-up to this moment was too intense, and I reminded myself I needed to finish deep inside her per her instructions.Mandy moved her body, so she was down between my legs, my cock still in her mouth, her eyes looking up at me as she continued to bob slowly in and out.I could see the wet sheen her saliva left when she would pull up on my cock, and then it would disappear as her mouth returned to the hilt.She then pulled back, and my cock popped out of her mouth and slapped against my body with a wet, meaty sound. When she lifted my balls and took her tongue to my perineum I could feel her cleaning my flesh and teasing my anus, almost daring me to cum.She finally crawled forward, moving over my body until her mouth was on mine again. Her weighty tits were pressing on my chest. She held my face as she kissed me gently."Baby, I know you want to be inside me, but would you taste me first?"While completely unabashed, she had a way of suggesting the most lurid things most innocently."Taste you?""Uh huh. The Bishop won't go down on me. He considers it filthy. It's been so long since I've had a tongue in there. I love a tongue inside me."What I wanted to do was fuck her, but the way she offered me to sample her pussy was inviting. I pushed on her shoulder to roll her over so I could go down on her, but she wanted to serve me.She held me down and sat up, straddling my lower torso so that the round of her ass was just above the tip of my pulsating cock and she began to scooch forward.She put a pillow behind my head and slid her wet pussy along my torso and then chest, leaving a trail of her glistening essences behind her.As she shuffled forward, bringing her cunt to my face, I got a better look at the object of my desire. She had shaved her labia lips, revealing a pronounced pubic mound. Above the mound, she kept a neatly maintained field of thin pubic hair. Her pussy was swollen, and I could see she had surprisingly larger inner lips.She smelled clean and wholesome and held still, allowing a long, clear string of her pussy juice to drip off her thick purple labia lips. It just held there, waiting for gravity to claim it.She gyrated gently, and the drizzle of her thick glycerin effusion dripped down to my waiting tongue like drool.I ran her thick honey across my lips with my tongue.She lowered herself to my waiting mouth, leaving my nose free to breathe as she ground herself against my face with a long moan of pleasure.I immediately went to work with my mouth and tongue. She took both hands, leaned forward and began running her fingers through my hair. Rising and falling methodically, she kept her hand in my hair, pulling it as she rode my face with indulgence.Her gentle moans were like music, and the taste of her cunt was as intoxicating as the strongest liquor.Occasionally, she would clear her hair from her face and grasp her heavy tits, massaging them as she enjoyed the ride.

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The Bishop's Hotwife: Part 1When Mormon mothers go wild, they go really wild.Based on a post by Wendy Trilby, in 5 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels.Chapter 0: Gideon's Dilemma.Despite living in a large home with four brothers and two sisters, Gideon Barton had little privacy. When you're 18 just about everything gives you an erection and most young men turn to porn for relief.But in Gideon's strict Mormon household, his father, The Bishop, a respected pillar of the church, imposed restrictions on internet access, computers, and phones. Visiting sites like Pornhub or Literotica was nearly impossible.But then again, nothing's as vivid as the mind of a horny teen, and Gideon could create fantasies from just about anything. He had masturbated to thoughts of the weather girl on channel 5, several of his teachers, and right now, his mother's good friend, Kristi Haskett.It was the Barton's big summer backyard barbeque and Mrs. Haskett had just emerged from the pool with firm, erect nipples poking through her bathing suit. She went for her towel, but the image of her thick nipples tenting the nylon of her modest swimsuit would remain burned in his memory to be recalled for countless masturbation sessions in the days to come.That's all it took to make Gideon's balls swell. He needed to masturbate right now. With two brothers and two sisters plus a houseful of guests for the cookout, jerking off in a bathroom wasn't going to happen.That wasn't an issue for Gideon as he entered the spacious car barn to conduct his personal business. Much more than just a garage, The Bishop had built the car barn to house his collection of cars, cars he felt promoted his masculinity. The barn housed seven vehicles and the family's Gulfstream trailer.Gideon noticed how dusty his dad's 19 74 green Bronco was. He coveted this vehicle, even if that was a sin. His mom was trying to convince his dad to let him take it to college after his mission. After all, he was an adult, and his mother believed he needed to take on responsibilities, like owning a car.But right now, he needed to masturbate and quietly entered his go-to spot, the Gulfstream trailer.This had become his favorite place to masturbate. It was private, and he could concentrate on his fantasy as he stroked himself.Getting some hand lotion from the bathroom, he sat on the couch, pulled his shorts down, and lathered himself up. Gently grasping his cock, he began slowly gliding up and down the shaft.He closed his eyes and imagined Mrs. Haskett taking him by the hand behind the garage and showing him her tits. She held them out for him, offering him one to feed on.This wasn't going to take long. He could feel his balls swelling and then;He heard the side door to the car barn open and someone entered.Fuck, not now.Mrs. Haskett's tits would have to wait. He could hear two people talking in hushed tones."Wow, is this what you wanted to show me? It's great. Look at the condition. This is wonderful."The voice was familiar, and Gideon moved to the window to see who it was."Want to see something even better?" came a voice he recognized as his mother's voice. Why was she in here?He peered into the car barn, trying to see who she was talking to and if they were going to leave.Looking out, he saw his mother leaning back on the hood of his father's green Bronco like a teenage girl flirting on a date.Whomever it was, Gideon felt he was way too close to his mother. She then turned around, leaned forward, and her skirt hiked up slightly, but not enough to reveal anything. Reaching back, she flipped it up exposing her soft white ass.Gideon nearly fell over in shock. What was she doing?Just then, he could see the face of the other person. It was Ethan Bryant. He lived next door; he was in his last year of law school in Boston and home for the summer, clerking for The Bishop. He was probably around 25 or 26 years old."You wore the red lingerie," Ethan said with a lascivious smile.Gideon's mother was always talking about Ethan's success at law school and kept encouraging Gideon to use him as a role model."That's not all," his mother replied to Ethan as she put her thumbs in the bands of her panties pulling them down to reveal her bare ass. Ethan's eyes were fixated on her behind. Gideon strained to see, but from his angle, there was no looking into that dark abyss."How long have you;""All day. Just for you," she interrupted."Oh my God. How does it feel?" Ethan asked.Gideon's mind was racing. How does what feel? Did she get some kind of piercing? What was he looking at?"Full, I feel wonderful, but full. I had a spontaneous orgasm about an hour ago. I was sitting there, and it hit me when I was talking to Sara Carlton. She asked if I was Okay."Gideon remembered noticing his mother shivering earlier when she was talking to Mrs. Carlton. What the hell was going on?"You're amazing," Ethan said in a loud whisper.Gideon's mother remained slumped over the car."Make it fast," she replied.Ethan had his cock in hand in seconds. Gideon's eyes were wide. This was it. He was going to see someone have sex. Not just someone, his mother. He resigned himself to worry about that later.Gideon watched as Ethan gently inserted himself into his mother from behind. She let out a long, plaintive groan, enjoying the moment.Gideon thought he should run out there and put an end to this.But he didn't.Above anything in the world, he wanted to see people having sex. And here it was, just fifteen feet from him, a man riding an older woman from behind. They were carnal, and they were desperate. Never mind that it was his mother; this was sex, raw and unbridled, and he began to masturbate as he watched.His mother's pelvis hitched as Ethan began increasing his cadence. It started slow, but they were picking up the pace.Her red panties were now around her ankles. Her torso lay flat against the Bronco, and her face was a portrait of bliss.If there was any doubt his mother wasn't a willing participant, the wet sounds of her pussy, and her less than muffled moans testified just how much she was enjoying the moment.Gideon continued to stroke himself, pacing with the couple, not wanting to blow his load too soon.His mother put her hands back, grasping her ass cheeks and spreading them, offering Ethan a better view of his target.Then, out of nowhere, Ethan pulled himself out, revealing his sizable cock, dropped to his knees and planted his face in between her ass cheeks. The sounds of his mouth on her pussy echoed off the walls."We don't have time for you to;"Gideon's mother never finished her sentence as she froze with pleasure."Oh, that fucking tongue of yours. That motherfucking tongue of yours."From his hiding spot, Gideon was about to hyperventilate, having never heard his mother say anything more substantial than "darn it.”Ethan stood, wiped the wetness from his face and then returned to fucking Gideon's mother from behind.Their body friction increased, and it was evident the two were to about cum, as was Gideon. Mrs. Barton groaned loudly, followed by a metallic clank on the floor like someone had dropped a tool.The two lovers didn't seem to notice or care and kept at each other, intent on reaching a mutual climax quickly. While Gideon's only experience with orgasm was his own, he watched his mother plateau, determined to burn the memory into his brain.Inside the trailer Gideon was about to cum despite slow strokes, just the visuals were enough to finish him off. When he heard his mother's final groan he felt his balls swell and his cock erupted in a geyser of cum spraying on the walls and window.With his pants around his knees, he staggered back and knocked over a box of cooking utensils, making a slight but audible clatter.Fuck!Gideon looked out the window again. The sound had spooked the two as his mother pulled up her panties and flipped back her dress, while Ethan zipped his shorts and straightened up.She then led Ethan out of one of the side doors.When Gideon was sure they were gone, he quietly exited the trailer and walked to the Bronco. The dust on the hood was disturbed, showing the buxom outline of a woman's body. On the floor was a puddle of what could only be spent cum and his mother's fluids combined.Gideon took a rag and wiped off the dust, wiping off any evidence, then took the rag to wipe up the fluids on the ground. On his knees, he noticed something shiny under the Bronco. Reaching for it, he held it in his hand; a metallic gold ass plug, covered in a sheen lube and a bejeweled handle.He knew what he had to do.Chapter 1: The Homecoming.Two years of law school were behind me, and I was returning home to Provo for my last summer. I was happy to be going home and sleeping in my old room, and equally excited that my neighbor, Bishop Barton, had secured me a legal clerking internship in his firm.There was no better way to finish a successful law degree than clerking for Utah's most prestigious law firm, Pratt, Collins, and Barton.I can't remember the last time I heard anyone call Rob Barton by his name. He was known as "The Bishop" due to his high standing in the LDS Church. That's the term that Mormons preferred, with LDS meaning The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. Although they did use the term "Mormon," that name was sometimes used in a pejorative way. Thus, using LDS avoided any possible negative connotations.The Bishop was a mountain of a man, imposing and always the center of attention. Despite having been our neighbor for as long as I can remember, I rarely spoke to him, but my dad and The Bishop's wife had secured me this internship last year.Then the worst happened. My father passed away suddenly ten months ago. At just 25 years old, I had faced the loss of both my parents. My mother had died when I was only three, leaving Dad and me together all those years. Our relationship was rocky at times, but he always supported me and kept me focused on a prosperous future. I felt his absence deeply now that he was gone.He was disappointed that I had left the Mormon faith. It wasn't that I questioned the faith itself, but all faith. Still, I was respectful of his beliefs and those of my LDS neighbors.Living in Provo meant having LDS neighbors everywhere. Honestly, I can't think of a better place and better people. Despite the slurs and jokes about the faith, my LDS neighbors were some of the kindest people on earth. When Dad died, The Bishop and his wife, Amanda, traveled to Harvard to convince me to stay in school and finish. He reminded me how important it was to my Dad that I get that degree and assured me of the clerkship. Mrs. Barton promised to take care of my dad's home. They came through on both accounts.These were good people, and I felt fortunate to have pillars of society in my life.Mrs. Barton was younger than The Bishop and could have been a recruiting poster for Mormon wives. She was sporty, with blond, shoulder-length hair that framed her face effortlessly. She had an attractive figure, and her larger-than-average tits always caught the church dads' attention; and their wives. But if there was one feature that could stop me in my tracks, it was her smile. It made me feel welcomed and safe.I grew up with the Bartons. I was seven when they bought the huge house next door. My memories of Mrs. Barton are that she was always pregnant. She had her first child, Gideon, that year, and then it seemed like she was always expecting right up until last year when she had her fifth child. Perhaps that explained her large tits, which I must confess, I'd sneak a peek at whenever I could.Mrs. Barton was a traditional wife who began by having children to continually increase the LDS population. She was always busy, driving carpool, cooking meals, and doing everything necessary to support The Bishop's vital role as a community and church leader. The affectionate term for a woman devoted to her husband and family was helpmeet. As in, she was The Bishop's helpmeet.Of course, being seen and at the center of attention due to her husband's status caused some jealousy, and some of the catty mothers called her the "More Mom," which is a bit of a slur, especially coming from other members of the LDS faith, demeaning her role to merely being attracted to the attention she received from her status.I found an Amazon package at the door when I arrived home. After taking it inside, I turned on the lights. The place was clean and bright for a home that hadn't been lived in for several months. Mrs. Barton had undoubtedly ensured it was cheerful upon my return.I sorted through the stack of mail, opening some items and throwing away others, and then remembered the Amazon package. Opening it up, I was surprised to see a delicate but revealing lingerie set. I held up the red thong and bustier top, wondering where they had come from. Looking back in the box, I found a sex toy, the Womanizer. It was a vibrating suction toy that only added to the mystery.I looked at the box and noticed that it was addressed to me, but I certainly didn't order this. I put the items back in the box and set it aside.A day later, I was finishing my paperwork for the clerk internship when I heard someone at the door.I opened it to see Mrs. Barton, who walked into the house as if it belonged to her. I understood her actions because she had cared for it for so long."Come on in," I said with a joking smile. She looked at me with a smirk."Sorry, I just barged in, didn't I? I'm so used to coming over here and just decompressing."She gave me a warm hug, pressing herself against me."Welcome home, Bryant. We have missed you. I've missed you."I smelled toast burning and rushed to the kitchen. She followed me. It was burnt, so I tossed it out and poured myself a cup of coffee.I had never tasted coffee until my first year of law school. Shunned by the LDS faith as a stimulant, I avoided it until midterms, but after my first cup, I was hooked."Coffee? Tisk tisk, what'll I ever tell The Bishop?""Law school, late nights. If this is a sin, let me be burned at the stake," I replied."I'm sure it can be overlooked. You know how many exceptions we must make to keep the faith. I had a Long Island iced tea a few weeks ago."Mormons don't drink coffee, and they sure as hell don't drink alcohol, let alone a strong drink like a Long Island Iced Tea."I was out with some friends who weren't from church. They had wine, and I innocently asked for tea. Well, I said Long Island Iced Tea. I assumed it was like a tea and lemonade drink.""That's an Arnold Palmer," I added."So, I found out. I took a sip and instantly realized it wasn't made with lemonade."

BODYBALL!!!!  In this Oopsisode, the boys discuss one of the more horrific/grossest/hilarious parts of "From Below" by Darcy Coates. To keep themselves sane, the boys revisit an old friend, Thomas S. Moore Bourbon finished in sherry casks. Darcy Coates – Horror and Suspense Author NOTE There is no official website for Thomas S Moore anymore that we can find.  It is a product of the Barton 1792 Distillery.  If you can find it still on the retail market or other venues, don't miss the chance to pick up a bottle.

⚡️ Most people don't just need “more supplements,” they need better absorption and the right ratios.

Today on the show, Virginia mountain hunter Ralph Barton breaks down his early-season bowhunting strategy in the big woods. Ralph shares how he scouts for productive acorn trees, pinpoints bedding areas, and uses persistence to get deer into bow range in some of the toughest terrain in the eastern US. From reading feed trees to adjusting stands by just a few yards, his approach shows how to consistently find deer in low-density mountain country consistently. Check out Ralph's channel -  ⁨@olddudeoutdoors7882⁩  Got a question for the show? Submit a listener Q&A form - https://l.linklyhq.com/l/1uMXP Grab some Southern Outdoorsmen merch here - https://l.linklyhq.com/l/1u4aK Join Woodsman Wire - https://l.linklyhq.com/l/1u4aR Use the promo code “southern” for a discount on your OnX Hunt membership here - https://l.linklyhq.com/l/1tyfm Use code SOUTHERN10 for a discount on Outdoor Edge Knives - https://linkly.link/2EvPX Check out Latitude Outdoors for your mobile hunting gear - https://2ly.link/1zVDI Use code TSOP15 for a discount on Mossy Oak - https://linkly.link/2ERb8 Save 10% on your next Vortex Optics order at eurooptic.com using the Promo Code “southern10” - https://2ly.link/1wyYO Use code SOUTHERN20 for a discount on all vortex apparel, including eyewear Use code “SOUTHERN25” for a discount on Houndstooth Game Calls: https://2ly.link/24tFz Have you tagged a deer using something you heard on the show? Submit your listener success story here - Share Your Story Here Come chat with us on our Thursday Hunter Hangouts! Join our patreon - https://l.linklyhq.com/l/1uMXU NOTE: Not all advertisements run on this show are endorsed by The Southern Outdoorsmen Podcast unless an ad is read by one of the hosts.  Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Hello everyone!!We finalize another series! James S. A. Corey's The Expanse! Returning for the last three novels, Persepolis Rising, Tiamat's Wrath, and Leviathan Falls.Discussing how these books represent fascism and cannot conceive of any other kind of enemy, we also reexamine the series as a whole. Pointing out its merits in materialism and political relationships... up to the point where it slips up, falling back into usual liberalism that cannot break out from its original chains of dreamlessness and end of history.Still, an important read, and an excellent one, without a doubt. So join us as we wrap it up, for now.Enjoy!If you can and are interested in early episodes and the Here Be Extras, check our Patreon!https://www.patreon.com/leftpage Also! If you're not there already, feel free to join our Discord, as we have been more talkative than usual, and plan to do so more and more!https://discord.gg/J2wgG3yrPNIntro Credits: Ultralounge, Kevin MacLeod (incompetech.com)Outro Credits: Leve Palestina, SpartacusBibliographical Bonus:BANKER, Bryan. “‘The Modality in Which Class is Lived': Literalizing Race and Class in The Expanse.” In: The Genres of Genre: Form, Formats, and Cultural Formations. SPELL: Swiss Papers in English Language and Literature 38. Narr Francke Attempto Verlag GmbH: Tübingen, 2019. pp. 85-103.BELLAMY, Brent Ryan; O'Brien, Sean. “Solar Accumulation: The Worlds-Systems Theory of The Expanse.” Science Fiction Studies, vol. 45, no. 3, 2018, pp. 515–29. JSTOR, https://doi.org/10.5621/sciefictstud.45.3.0515.FLEISCHHACK, Maria. “Against all Odds: Kinship and Collective Action in The Expanse.” In: Kinship and Collective Action: in Literature and Culture v. 6. Narr Francke Attempto Verlag GmbH: Tübingen, 2020. pp. 229-249.PERCOCO, Juan Ignacio; LABIANO, Virginia. “Memories of Future Empire: The Productive Effects of Imperial Imaginaries in Science Fiction – An Analysis of The Expanse”. Contexto Internacional, vol. 46, no. 3, Sep/Dec 2024. https://doi.org/10.1590/S0102-8529.20244603e20230058 ROYSTON, Edward. “Enclosing, Opening, and Redefining Modern Space in The Expanse.” In: American Science Fiction Television and Space: Productions and (Re)configurations (1987-2021). Palgrave Macmillan: Cham, 2023.SADRAI, Edward; DANDO, Michael; KISHIMOTO, Kyoko; BARTON, Matt; COGDILL, Sharon. “Welwala at the Borders: Language, Space, and Power in The Expanse.” In: American Science Fiction Television and Space: Productions and (Re)configurations (1987-2021). Palgrave Macmillan: Cham, 2023.SCODARI, Christine. “Unfamiliar Races in Untimely Places: Anti-Essentialism and the Science Fiction Television Series The Expanse”. The Journal of Popular Culture, vol. 55, no. 4, Aug 2022. https://doi-org.ez67.periodicos.capes.gov.br/10.1111/jpcu.13156 Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

What do you get when you take the pen of Barton Nunnelly and the voice of Steve Stockton and mix them together? You get WEIRD WORLD, an exciting new series about TRUE LIFE ENCOUNTERS with monsters, mini-sters, goatmen, lizardmen, dogmen, sasquatch, and a plethora of INHUMANOID ENTITIES! Join us for the audiobook journey! Barton Nunnelly, author of "The Inhumanoids", "Mysterious Kentucky" vols.1 & 2 and "Bigfoot In Kentucky", takes you on a journey into the unknown. If you have a TRUE Inhumanoid encounter or sighting that you want to share, email me at inhumanoidencounters@gmail.com Find Barton on YouTube: https://youtube.com/@BartonNunnelly and his books on Amazon: https://amzn.to/3WRAmyn  #Inhumanoids #BartonNunnelly #SteveStocktonBecome a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/missing-persons-mysteries--5624803/support.

John talks with Tony Barton, who is a former Kansas legislator and former Regional Manager for Turning Point USA Faith

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A new MP3 sermon from Reformation Presbyterian Church is now available on SermonAudio with the following details: Title: Funeral for Diana Barton Speaker: Neil van der Wel Broadcaster: Reformation Presbyterian Church Event: Funeral Service Date: 9/11/2025 Bible: John 14:1-6 Length: 21 min.

A massive matchup calls for a massive guest and we couldn't be happier to welcome longtime analyst Warren Barton to the show to break down Charlotte FC's chase for win streak history against Inter Miami and Lionel Messi. Warren identifies a few keys to the match that should allow the Crown to find some joy, especially with an inspiring attitude from Wilfried Zaha headed into the match, and a promising injury update on El Mago Pep Biel. It's the biggest dose of hype you could possibly hope to receive ahead of Saturday's showdown at the Fortress, and as always it's For the Crown, Baby!

Alexander Scanlon of Barton Gold provides an update from the ongoing development of the company's gold project portfolio. Barton is focused on exploration and development in two large-scale mineral systems at the Tarcoola Project and the Tunkillia Project, where the Company's latest technical work demonstrates significant new upside opportunities in historically under-invested assets. Alexander also shares new information on the discovery of a new silver system.

In this episode of the Personal Lines podcast, Curtis Barton, CEO of ALKEME, shares why he chose a career in insurance, what it was like building a business alongside his father, and the most valuable business lesson he's learned along the way.

On this episode of Filmmaker Mixer, we sit down with acclaimed production designer Toni Barton, whose latest project, Fight Night: The Million Dollar Heist, reimagines the gritty glamour of 1970s Atlanta. Barton walks us through the process of recreating a city that still lives in the memory of many locals—working against time, budget, and historical accuracy to bring over 30 sets to life across four soundstages and multiple real-world locations.We dive into how Barton used color storytelling to mirror character arcs, the architectural magic behind the Hyatt Regency's iconic penthouse suite, and the haunting authenticity of the Dolphin Club. From civil rights-era echoes to design under pressure, this is a masterclass in immersive world-building.

Utah's #1 sports talk and home University of Utah Athletics!

Utah's #1 sports talk and home University of Utah Athletics!

Utah's #1 sports talk and home University of Utah Athletics!

Mitch Harper and Alex Kirry host First & 12: Big 12 Football Podcast with Kalani Sitake’s biggest takeaway from the win over Portland State … what else, “The Fans.”

Click here to schedule free consultation with New Patient Group and/or WrightChat  Click here to subscribe and watch on The Brian Wright Show YouTube Station  Click here to subscribe to The Brian Wright Show Podcast  Click here to register you and your team for NPG Iconic.  Click here to view and purchase The Three/Five Steps to Overcoming Price Inquiries on the Phone Click here to listen to Why your Marketing Strategy Sucks!  Lights, studio, truth. Brian Wright and returning co-host Dr. Robert Barton open this episode like a frank conversation between business partners who refuse polite platitudes. What begins as a backyard reunion — complete with whitewater rafting and a busted plantar fascia — quickly becomes a case study in missed opportunity: Dr. Barton's urgent call to a nearby clinic goes unanswered, and what follows is a forensic tour of why that single moment represents a universal epidemic in customer acquisition. Through anecdote and data, Brian and Robert unpack five stealthy ways practices and small businesses quietly lose new patients and customers: inconsistent Google hours that push prospects away before they even dial, voicemails and web leads that die in a queue, missed calls that never get returned, undertrained front-desk staff who can't sell value over price, and the mindset that confuses cheaper with smarter. They don't sugarcoat the truth — this episode will make you uncomfortable if you're not ready to act. Every story is a lesson. Dr. Barton's snapped plantar fascia and the failed local clinic become the entry point into startling statistics — nearly half of inbound medical/dental calls go unanswered — and a vivid metaphor: your practice is a leaky boat, and plugging those holes is far more effective than bailing water with more advertising. Brian and Robert show how tiny operational shifts (adjusting your Google hours, answering web leads in under 10 minutes, owning the voicemail follow-up) convert casual searchers into loyal fans — the people who drive referral streams and exponential growth. But this episode is not just technical advice; it's a leadership story. They challenge owners to stop asking staff if calls are being answered (staff rarely tell the boss when things fail) and instead take ownership: observe, mystery-call, measure, and train. Real-world vignettes — from Whole Foods baggers to treatment coordinators and back-office chaos — illustrate how experience and hospitality can command higher prices and deeper loyalty, while penny-pinching on operations leaks annual revenue that never shows up on the balance sheet. Listen for practical takeaways you can act on immediately: how to rethink your Google profile, why rapid lead response matters, the scripts and mindset that make front-desk conversations convert, and why outsourcing or backup answering services can be a surgical fix the moment you implement them. If you want blunt, evidence-backed advice delivered with humor, urgency, and a co-host who's been in the trenches, press play — and bring a notepad.   "Brian Wright is a combination of Marcus Lemonis from the Profit and the entire Shark Tank Team." Dr. Staci Frankowitz  Welcome to The Brian Wright Show. A podcast dedicated to entrepreneurs, their team members and their families but for anyone wanting to transform their life, career and/or business in the new economy. After eight seasons as the host of The New Patient Group Podcast, the show has been rebranded to The Brian Wright Show. The Brian Wright Show Audio Experience is hosted by globally renown motivational speaker, business consultant and life coach, Brian Wright. He is a trusted consultant and speaker for some of the biggest name entrepreneurs and corporations in the world, including AlignTechnology, the makers of Invisalign. He has been featured in Forbes, CNBC and The National Journal. He is currently the Founder & CEO of New Patient Group and also WrightChat. He is married and has two children. "Brian Wright is the Tony Robbins of the new economy." Stephanie Solomon - Author Learn invaluable life and leadership lessons to build a better culture. Learn advanced  strategies and techniques around sales, hospitality, customer service, psychology, verbiage, presentation, communication and more to grow your business. Learn essential  online marketing  strategies and techniques to attract new customers, new patients, etc.. Entrepreneurs that learn and implement the above will see an increase in new customers, new patients, sales, revenue, referrals, efficiency and profit, while reducing stress, chaos and ad costs.  For many years this podcast was known as the New Patient Group Podcast. It was dedicated to orthodontists, dentists and other doctors that owned their own business. This is still our niche and we want you to know this podcast is still for you. A podcast dedicated to improving the lives, careers and businesses of Orthodontists, Dentists and other doctors that own their own practice. Learn fresh new ways to improve your leadership skills to create a unique culture. Learn innovative ways to create an online marketing presence to increase new patients.  Learn forward thinking ways to increase production, collections, treatment conversion, profit and more. Learn how to lessen advertising and marketing costs to increase profit. Learn inspiring ways to improve your life and career. Learn mind blowing ways to improve customer service, hospitality, presentation skills, verbiage and much more.  New patient phone call skills, patient experience, treatment coordinator presentation topics and so much more. This podcast is listened to by orthodontists, dentists, plastic surgeons, reps, executives and anyone else wanting the most out of their life, career and business. Topics that dive deep into business, marketing, advertising, culture, leadership, and hundreds of other topics. This podcast is also for Treatment Coordinators, Receptionists and other employees wanting to advance their career and help the practice they work for thrive. 

The Utes DC on game planning for UCLA, Expectations for the pass rush & safeties, Challenge's of Lander Barton & Smith Snowden playing both ways (?) + more

The Utes DC on game planning for UCLA, Expectations for the pass rush & safeties, Challenge's of Lander Barton & Smith Snowden playing both ways (?) + more

Ms. Jennifer Barton, an award-winning Catholic journalist, U.S. Air Force Veteran, and mother of six, explores faith in new romance novel now seeking a publisher. 

Join hosts Jim Shannon and Todd Ritter on another episode of The Bourbon Road podcast, recorded live from the Corner Rick House in Frankfort, Kentucky. They are joined by a special returning guest and friend of the show, Diane Strong, for an exclusive preview of the highly anticipated 2025 Bourbon on the Banks Festival. Diane gives listeners the ultimate insider's guide to the festival, taking place on Saturday, October 4, 2025. She reveals this year's title sponsor is the local and historic Benson Valley Bourbon. Get ready for an unforgettable, free afterparty at the farmers' market, featuring a full bar, food, a cigar lounge, and an incredible musical lineup with local favorites Creek Water opening for headliner Noah Thompson, the 2022 winner of American Idol. Diane also details the full schedule of events leading up to the main festival, including a Thursday mixology class, the kickoff party at Whiskey Thief, the Friday VIP event celebrating Women in Bourbon, and a special bourbon pairing lesson, "The Stave is the Rage," with the world-renowned Peggy Noe Stevens. The highlight of the episode is a special tasting of four of the twelve exclusive single barrel selections that will be available for purchase at the festival. These unique barrels were hand-selected by the Bourbon on the Banks team and will be prominently marked by 7-foot flags at the distilleries' tents. The expressions tasted on the show include: Angel's Envy Port Finish Single Barrel Pick: The tasting kicks off with this crowd-pleasing pour. The hosts discover inviting notes of campfire, overripe berries, and dark vanilla on the nose. The palate is savory and rich, carrying over those ripe berry notes from the fortified wine finish, making it a perfect pairing for a fine cigar. Casey Jones Distillery Single Barrel Rye: This selection comes with a great story—the picking team was tied, so they let the distillery make the final choice on this fantastic rye. It's described as a "bourbon drinker's rye" that surprised the panel during the blind selection. It features a complex nose of tobacco, mint chocolate, and honey, with a palate that delivers notes of candied orange and caramel apple. Bespoken Spirits 12-Year Single Barrel: A truly unique offering, this 12-year-old Barton-sourced bourbon is finished in Riesling wine barrels. It immediately impresses with a rich, aged nose of mature oak and concentrated fruit. The hosts praise it as an "exceptional whiskey," with a massively concentrated flavor profile that makes it a perfect special-occasion nightcap. Short Barrel 8-Year Single Barrel Bourbon: The tasting concludes with this powerhouse, an 8-year-old bourbon distilled at the former OZ Tyler distillery (now Green River) and bottled at a staggering 135.7 proof. Despite the high proof, it offers a beautifully complex palate with notes of milk chocolate, chewy cherry, burnt caramel, nougat, and a hint of sandalwood. Tune in for incredible stories, detailed tasting notes, and your complete guide to one of Kentucky's premier bourbon festivals. For those who want to attend, Diane urges listeners to act fast, as tickets for many events are limited or already sold out. Bourbon on the Banks 2025 Smokeys Lifestyle Cigars Be sure to check out our private Facebook group, “The Bourbon Roadies” for a great group of bourbon loving people. You will be welcomed with open arms!

Episode: Nicole Barton's Healing Journey – Homeopathy & Soul Purpose This week, Atiq & Naila welcome Nicole Barton (Alchemilla) — homeopath & healer. ✨ From chronic fatigue to soul purpose, Nicole shares her journey of:

The Utah Islanders GM & former Ute on the season kicking off Saturday at UCLA, Utes who may have been top 10 in the nation, Career year for Lander Barton (?) + more

The Utah Linebackers on the position group's preparation for the season, Sharing green dot responsibilities + more

The Utah Linebackers on the position group's preparation for the season, Sharing green dot responsibilities + more

The Utah Islanders GM & former Ute on the season kicking off Saturday at UCLA, Utes who may have been top 10 in the nation, Career year for Lander Barton (?) + more

From the archives, Michael's conversation with Pulitzer Prize-winning author Barton Gellman, on his book “Dark Mirror: Edward Snowden and the American Surveillance State.” In 2013, Edward Snowden's massive leak of classified files sparked a global reckoning over government surveillance. Pulitzer Prize-winning journalist Barton Gellman was one of the reporters Snowden trusted with those secrets. In Dark Mirror, Gellman goes beyond the headlines to reveal the inside story—tracking the reach of the surveillance state, dissecting Snowden's legacy, and exposing the personal risks he faced while reporting. Michael speaks with Gellman about the gripping true-life tale behind the book, national security journalism, and what it all means for our privacy today. Original air date 05-21-20. The book was published on 19 May 2020

Send us a textHenry Barton, Global Head of Network & Community at Duel Tech, joins Lara Schmoisman to reveal how the smartest fashion, beauty, and lifestyle brands turn their most passionate customers into unstoppable advocates—and why community is your ultimate growth engine.We'll talk about:Why your most loyal customers are your most powerful marketing channel—and how to activate themThe difference between brand “fans” and true “advocates” (and why it matters)How to find and nurture your brand's real community—not just followersThe compounding power of advocacy-driven growth in fashion, beauty, and lifestyle brandsReal examples of brands leveraging advocacy to outpace competitors without bigger ad budgetsWhy community building should be in the C-suite conversation—not just marketing's to-do listThe mindset shift from acquisition to amplification—and why it's the future of brand growthFor more information, visit Henry Barton's LinkedIn.Subscribe to Lara's newsletter.Also, follow our host Lara Schmoisman on social media:Instagram: @laraschmoismanFacebook: @LaraSchmoismanSupport the show

Hour 1 Starting Lineup: BYU fresham Bear Bachmeier making noise in camp Would you rather have an established QB running a new offense or an established offense with an unknown QB (BYU) What you may have missed Hour 2 Utah RB 1 battle | Kyle Whittingham trying to find offense on defensive side of the ball 60 in 60 Watchlist | Good, Bad & Ugly Whole World News Hour 3 Texas Tech sideline reporter Chris Level Sports Roulette

Utah RB 1 battle | Kyle Whittingham trying to find offense on defensive side of the ball 60 in 60 Watchlist | Good, Bad & Ugly Whole World News

Mineral deficiencies are silently driving chronic fatigue, brain fog, thyroid dysfunction, and even personality shifts. In this eye-opening episode, chemical engineer and nutrition expertBarton Scott reveals how nanominerals and hair tissue mineral analysis (HTMA) are revolutionizing the way we understand our health. Learn why blood tests fail to detect deep deficiencies, how to reverse decades of depletion, and why testing your hair might be the best investment in your wellness journey. Barton shares his deeply personal motivation behind founding Upgraded Formulas and how these innovations are transforming lives—one mineral at a time.Listen in to learn more : 02:30 – What are essential minerals, and why are we all deficient06:00 – Impact of mineral deficiency on hormones and energy09:00 – Why hair tissue mineral analysis is more accurate13:00 – How to reverse mineral deficiencies effectively17:30 – The danger of heavy metals and how HTMA reveals toxicity22:00 – Barton's story: From athlete to founder26:00 – The tragic loss that sparked his mission30:00 – Upgraded magnesium + clinical sleep trial results33:00 – Why melatonin supplements may do more harm than good36:00 – School start times, blue light, and sleep cycles38:00 – Upcoming product innovations and Barton's new bookLINKS https://www.upgradedformulas.com/ Become a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/the-lindsey-elmore-show--5952903/support.

The Cover 3 crew is back for part two of their ACC win totals breakdown. (00:00:00) - Intro (00:01:00) - Barton on Any Given Saturday (00:08:50) - North Carolina Win Total (00:19:45) - NC State Win Total (00:28:50) - Pitt Win Total (00:34:50) - SMU Win Total (00:40:20) - Stanford Win Total (00:44:00) - Syracuse Win Total (00:47:10) - Virginia Win Total (00:52:10) - Virginia Tech Win Total (00:55:20) - Wake Forest Win Total Cover 3 Locks Link: https://tilt.fyi/H6a9JB28hK Main Auction House: https://tiltify.com/@cbs-sports/auctions/fft-draftathon-2025 Cover 3 is available on Apple Podcasts, Spotify and wherever else you listen to podcasts.  Visit the betting arena on CBSSports.com for all the latest in sportsbook reviews and sportsbook promos for betting on college football. Watch Cover 3 on YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/cover3 Follow our hosts on Twitter: @Chip_Patterson, @TomFornelli, @DannyKanell, @BudElliott3 For more college football coverage from CBS Sports, visit https://www.cbssports.com/college-football/ To hear more from the CBS Sports Podcast Network, visit https://www.cbssports.com/podcasts/ To learn more about listener data and our privacy practices visit: https://www.audacyinc.com/privacy-policy Learn more about your ad choices. Visit https://podcastchoices.com/adchoices