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Controversial plans for a 2,500-home estate near Sittingbourne are back on the agenda more than six years after they were first suggested.Developers want to put properties on farmland off the Sheppey way in Bobbing and say they've addressed concerns over open space, sports provisions and road links.Also in today's episode, an inquest into the death of a young girl at a music festival in Margate has heard more than 80 people were found with drugs at the event.17-year-old Emily Stokes suffered a cardiac arrest after taking MDMA at the drum and bass festival at Dreamland in June last year.A Kent MP is urging the government to do more to clear the backlog of crown court cases in Kent.Tris Osborne's told a debate in Westminster Hall more than 2,300 are waiting to be heard in Maidstone, with almost 900 due to be heard in Canterbury.A protester's been thrown out of a meeting as plans were discussed for new homes near Canterbury.Developers wanted to put 17 properties on land in Wingham, but it got heated during talk about a pedestrian crossing on Preston Hill near the busy A257 - the main road through the village.And in sport, it was another draw for Gillingham in league two last night as it finished 1-1 at Chesterfield.Elliott Nevitt scored for the Gills before the home side equalised on 77 minutes.

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If, from the day you are born, you never bleed, do you live your entire life with the same blood? We explore the body like The Magic School Bus after we dive deeper into Matt's Dad's theory that a 'Student Driver' sticker conspiracy is running rampant through these United States. Then we finish off the episode with some new Local Legends!Join our Patreon!What's included?$1/month = YDAFT Punks Access to the YDAFT Discord $4/month = YDAFT Giants Access to the YDAFT Discord 20% off all merch (coming soon!) And exclusive access to our new monthly bonus episodes..."Opps! All Tangents!" "Oops! All Tangents" is a shorter, question-free episode dropped on the first Friday of every month. We'll tell longer stories, take deep dives into specific topics, and do all sorts other fun things we can't fit into our regular episodes. Join us!Go to https://www.patreon.com/youdidntaskforthis to become a member! We're on TikTok now! Go see our dumb faces!Submit your least pressing questions, local legends, definitive rankings, neighborhood group drama, and whatever else you want us to cover at youdidntaskforthis@gmail.com or @udidntaskpod on TikTok, Instagram, Twitter, and Facebook.You can also leave us a voicemail on The Thoughtline at (410) 929-5329 and we might just play it on the show!...

This Music Monday episode of Big Blend Radio features Northern California guitarist/singer/songwriter Piet Dalmolen discusses his long-awaited debut album TIME STANDS STILL. Boasting eight eclectic compositions, this talisman resonates through an ambitious amalgam of sublime psychedelic rock, soulful jazzy blues, and indie-Americana. Bobbing and weaving amidst the foundational chemistry of bass, drums, and various keyboards, Piet's superb guitar and understated vocals coalesce to create a dense, potent vessel of joy and vulnerability. The album also features Matt Engel on keyboards, Tommy Fitzmaurice on drums, and Ian Taylor on bass,  An influential trip to Maui resulted in most of the music heard on TIME STANDS STILL. This intentional collection reveals a reluctant poet reawakened, mining inspiration from life's trials and tribulations, and discovering knowledge of self amid the glorious environs of sacred Hawaiian Islands.  More at https://www.pietdalmolen.com/ 

Stacey and J Sbu sat down with 22-year-old Glenwood native Ethan to discuss his Big Walk Anthem entry for the Suncoast East Coast Radio Big Walk. Ethan let us in on his music career and how his dad was the reason behind his entry. If you missed it live, this is what went down!

Approved Affection.Based on a post by FinalStand, in 13 parts. Listen to the ► Podcast at Explicit Novels. Brandy was unlocking the door when I put a hand on her elbow and strongly turned her around. Frustration morphed into confusion and blossomed into happiness as I exacted my promised minute make-out session. Even a colossal distraction as big as the Mayor's family implosion wouldn't keep me from my Brandy-time.Big Bob 'caught' us at it. The door had been opened and the AC was exiting the front door.‘Hands above the belt-line, Mr. Samsonov,' he grumbled in a friendly manner.‘Daddy,' Brandy pouted to her Papa. ‘He's behaving himself.'‘Are you behaving yourself around my daughter?' the Sheriff quizzed me.‘Sir, I'd rather go directly to the 500 hours of community service than answer that question; Sir,' I replied. Big Bob snorted. Brandy rolled her eyes, gave me one last peck then glided past her patriarch.‘I haven't see her that happy in a long time,' Big Bob spoke softly. ‘Whatever you are doing, be a gentleman about it.'‘Ugh; I'll do my best Sheriff Carson, but it's difficult,' I groaned. Bob laughed at me and my 'agony'.‘Take care, Vlad,' he gave one final nod before closing the door. I made a quick call to Mom to update her to our change in plans. Mikhail had beaten me to the punch. She understood I had to hand-off Brandy first, no harm / no foul. She asked me to hang out at Dominque's place for a while because she knew Mr. Malik was a devious, lying rat-bastard and believed he would sweet talk his daughter into letting him back into his wife's proximity.I mulled over handing her the Malik family secret. I trusted Mom. More to the point, I trusted her to respect my decision to want that tidbit handled with care. No cops harassed me on the return trip. I had taken a circuitous route to be on the safe side. The Police Chief might be the Mayor's ally, or he might be a BBC devotee and have a Brutha solidarity moment with Chinedu too.According to their methodology, once he gave her that cock, she'd forgive every other indiscretion. True or not, I was going to try and cock-block that maneuver. I didn't have a plan when I arrived. Something immediately presented itself to me in the form of a Candy Apple Red 2014 Jaguar F Type V8 S convertible.Daddy, or Sugar-Daddy was way generous to the tune of one hundred grand; that was for damn sure. The billow red mane topping that curvaceous frame was a clear indicator the shit was going to hit the fan at the Malik household. Chine was her BBC addiction, but the Mayor was her boss and political mentor.The look she sent me was fearful over her general situation and one of only passing interest, a look I was becoming familiar with. She was yet another hot, sexy piece of filet mignon that didn't fuck White guys. Groan.‘Who are you?' she was polite enough, possibly seeking to delay the upcoming confrontation.‘I'm Vladimir Samsonov, junior Prince of Evil and I'm here to talk with your boss; she's expecting me,' dispelled her protest that the Mayor was too busy for me.‘Riley Pasternak,' she smiled. ‘I don't recognize the accent,' she added as I passed her. She let me ring the doorbell too.Statuesque and voluptuous; that is what I would call Riley. Burnished coppery hair, thick and glossy flowed in waves down to the middle of her back. Well defined brows of a slightly lighter but no less fiery color framed her oval face and enhanced her verdant eyes, pale freckled skin and flushed cheeks.The makeup she chose didn't really enhance her features which said she didn't wear it that often and the scar above her brow confirmed that she was a tomboy.She dressed to be seen, but also to move in whatever capacity needed. The push up black halter was a strong contrast to her pale skin and plumped up her already impressive cleavage.Below it she wore almost too tight hip huggers that had her lush belly just barely spilling over the waistband. Right above said waistband on the back of her hip was a tattoo that red ‘Red Wolf Bitch' for the Arkansas State Mascot. A second one was teasingly just out of sight on the front of the other hip.Drawing away just a bit from the sexy outfit were all the hippie doodles on her pants. It looked as if she'd let a five year old color on them before she put them on, the neon colors seeming to jump off the denim. She completed the ensemble with cork wedges and a tiny red purse hanging by an equally tiny red string from her shoulder.‘I'm from Alaska,' I let her know. The door flew open in seconds, revealing a tumultuous Dominque who slipped on a semi-civil mask when she saw me.‘Vlad, I thought you were going to stop by your place before coming back for your brother,' she addressed me. ‘Ms. Pasternak, get in here,' she was more abrupt with her 'underling'.I stepped aside to let Riley pass. I hadn't been invited in. Dominque took my actions into account.‘Come in Vlad. Go find your brother. I'll talk to you later,' she said.‘Well,' I began once I stepped in, ‘I think I'd be of more use sticking with you.'Dominque slammed the door behind me.‘I won't need you with me,' she corrected me.‘I'm not staying to help you,' I corrected her. ‘I'm staying to make sure Ms. Pasternak doesn't come to some misfortune.' The Mayor didn't seem pleased.‘What does he mean?' Riley looked from her Boss to me.‘Go, Vlad,' she commanded. I was a guest in her home. Barring extenuating circumstances, I was taught to behave.‘Well, nice to see you again, Ms. Pasternak,' I regarded my fellow guest. Off I went, listening for sounds of my brother and Taliyah. I was almost out of sight;‘Where have we met before?' Riley worried.‘Go, Vlad,' my hostess repeated. I kept going.‘The Cineplex two weeks ago,' I said over my shoulder. ‘The Purge: Anarchy.'‘Oh God,' she moaned. ‘V; Vlad is it; please don't leave.'I reversed course. Dominique could tell that ordering me about at this point was useless. The same instinct which had placed me between Chine and her was placing me between her and Riley.‘You fucked him,' Madame Mayor fumed. ‘Worse, you let him fuck you in a public place you; simple-minded bimbo.'‘Listen Mrs. Malik; it; I; he was insistent,' Riley back-pedaled into a wall.‘And you happened to forget he was my husband?' Dominque seethed. I had to admit she looked rather volcanic, her ass, hips and boobs trembling with repressed energy as she got ready to erupt. I maneuvered so I flanked them both, ready to interpose myself if necessary.‘How many times, Riley?' I posed the question. ‘How many times did the two of you hook up?'‘Four, five,' she reconsidered her response. Dominique looked ready to explode. She mastered herself with a great effort of will.‘What is going to happen when your Grandfather, that racist Jew Bastard, finds out you are back to banging big black bucks, Again?' she threatened. Riley blanched. ‘He threatened to disown you last time. This time, he'll do it, Princess. Then you will be nothing more than another in a long line of chunky Cocoa Puff's. No car, no apartment and damn, I'll make sure you don't have a job anymore.'‘Reggie won't; ‘ she protested desperately.‘Whore, you are only fun to be around because your fat ass is forbidden fruit. Senator Murdoch can get a dozen fresher Betties to haul his coal.' I'd go to Mom to explain the jargon flying around. ‘I know for a fact he likes them young.''Betty's' were White chicks. 'Hauling coal' meant taking black dick. Why couldn't people just say that instead of confusing everything with racial slurs? Riley's reaction showed she was playing into that fear; no fortune and no more choice selections of BBC's.‘Umm; ‘ Riley flickered her eyes my way.‘Chinedu already spilled all this secrets,' Dominique lied. She'd spilled them in her rage, but these two women lying and cheating wasn't my primary concern; taking advantage of their wickedness was. ‘He has his own reasons for keeping quiet.' Riley glanced speculatively from me to Dominique.‘Ha,' Madame Mayor snorted in derision. ‘I don't do White boys.' Oh, that deserved some hard fucking; screw the bitch. I was considering what derogatory idiocy was going to vomit forth from my mouth when Riley's phone rang. Absently she pulled it out of her purse. She paled when she saw the caller ID. Dom snatched it away then trembled.I took it out of her hands before she could make Riley eat the device.‘Both of you keep quiet,' I demanded. I answered the phone.‘Baby-cakes, let's hook up tonight,' Mr. Malik oozed his masculine charisma. ‘I feel like stepping out and I want to see you on your knees worshipping my award-winning Arkansas Black Snake, you cock-hungry slut.'He was loud enough so that both women could hear. I pointed a warning finger in Riley's face.‘Sorry, Mr. Baker, but Riley can't come to the phone right now. She's choking down my Slavic salami, but; after I finish with her and your wife, I'll send the tramp back your way; if she can still walk.'‘Wa, huh, wha, Who? Samsonov?, what did you just say?' he blathered.‘I'm kind of busy right now, Sir,' I taunted him. ‘Hold on.' I spanked Riley's flank. She gasped. ‘That was the sound of me smacking your wife's luscious, sweet and highly neglected ass. I gotta go. Your women look famished for some fucking respect and attention. I'm sure you can find a glory hole to entertain yourself at. I'll talk to you in the morning. Bye,' I signed off before he could reply.I cut off Riley's phone then pocketed it. They were both staring at me in utter shock. Dominique's full, plump lips first closed then she opened them to start laughing.‘Boy, Vlad, that was hilarious,' she chortled.‘That was a freebie, Dominique,' I grinned.‘There are two kinds of cheaters; the ones who convince themselves it will never happen to them, and the ones who believe everyone cheats. That allows them to both allow themselves to violate the essence of their relationships,' I glibly stated, ‘It also makes them want to utterly control their partners so they don't end up becoming cuckolds themselves.'‘Mr. Samsonov; ‘ Dominique studied me, ‘you continue to show me you are much more dangerous than you appear.' Taking into account my size, excellent physical shape, exhibited self-control and clear elucidation, I could only imagine I was 'dangerous' for a White guy; what a tight-ass shrew.‘Flattery will get you nowhere, Mrs. Malik,' I politely responded. ‘I don't do older Black chicks; or date used-up girls who only fuck Black guys. One of the three of us has to have some standards.' They blinked; it was the whole 'da White boy thinks he can talk back to us?' bullshit.‘I'll go looking for Mikhail now. You two have fun sharing in your communal 'I've been dicked-over, bent over and forced to suck another woman's vaginal fluids off his cock' Chine-experiences. I pray neither one of you've done Ass-to-Mouth with him; that would turn my stomach. Bye,' I waved as I departed. Dominique grabbed my arm, her fingernails digging in.‘What makes you think you can insult me that way, in my own house?' she lambasted me.‘It is the truth and we both know it,' I shrugged. ‘Somebody needs to start telling the truth around here, don't you think?'‘Get your brother and get out,' she snapped.‘Done deal,' I answered. ‘Riley; ‘ The doorbell rang. From the look on everyone's faces, none of us were expecting a caller.‘Don't you move,' Dom glared at me, ‘and don't you do a damn thing,' she balefully instructed Riley. Off she stormed.‘Gayle, what are you doing here?' Dom greeted my Mom.‘I brought dinner for my boys, Dominique,' she responded snidely. ‘I expect them to be gentlemen and you to not give a damn about anyone but yourself.'‘You've got some nerve showing up on my doorstep,' Dom grumbled.‘Not really,' Mom shouldered her way inside. ‘I've gotten on with my life. I see you've done the same.'‘Bitch,' Dom sizzled yet didn't stop her.‘Kitchen?' my maternal unit asked me. She was holding a wicker picnic basket and a large paper bag in one hand and a covered pot with a pail in the other. I pointed the way. She winked.Belatedly, Dominique slammed the door and stalked after Mom.‘What would ever possess you that I'd welcome you into my house,' she spat. ‘After what you did to Leon; ‘‘Had; do you really want to rehash that right now considering neither one of us has forgotten, or forgiven a damn thing?' Mom countered.‘Leon is still sucking his puree through a straw and pissing in a colostomy bag,' Dominique simmered.‘Mom?' I questioned.‘Oh, you haven't told your boys about what you and Theo did?' Dominque taunted her. Mom wasn't perturbed in the least.‘Vlad, do you trust me?' my Mother asked me.‘Sure. You can be unfathomable and crazy, but I don't think you've ever hurtfully deceive me.'‘Boy, you had better check that naiveté,' Mayor Malik warned me.‘Vlad, the last time Theo and I spent any time under the same roof was here, in Fonteneau,' she used Kingston's old name. ‘Leon Fox, Dominique's brother, and six other Black bulls decided to brutalize me, I was barely alive when I crawled my way back to the road where Mr. Cobb found me,' she relayed in a pleasant tone.‘So you say,' Dom interrupted. ‘It was your word against them and those seven had iron-clad alibis. To you, all Black men looked alike.'‘Think what you want. I identified all seven of them. You dad and the police chief wouldn't prosecute even though I know they were heard around town bragging about it; how they'd 'taught me a lesson'.'‘Mom, what the hell is going on?' I worried.‘Your Great-Aunt wouldn't accept that the police's investigation acquitted my brother and his friends; Because it was Black officers accepting the words of seven Black men, one of them the newly-minted Mayor's son, over a scared, battered child's,' Mom gave a feral grin.‘Yeah, you racist bitch,' Dominique seethed.‘Theo believed me. Aunt Matilda and Theo both believed me and not your chick-shit police force cover-up,' Mom kept smiling though there was not mirth behind it. ‘Theo made damn sure the guilty paid.'‘He damn near beat four grown men to death,' Dom grumbled. ‘One of them was my brother.'‘Vlad, Theo took a fileting knife and a crowbar with him when he rode his bicycle out and hunted those scumbags down,' Mom explained while staring at my host. ‘He found four of them together. He put all four in the hospital.'‘He ended up in the hospital as well,' Mom added, ‘if that makes you feel better.'‘Is that why Uncle Theo ended up in military school?' I inquired.‘He got off lucky,' Dom bristled. ‘Leon; and Roscoe Sumner never left the damn hospital, Bitch.' She turned on me. ‘Rufus never did see out of his left eye again and Martin Cutler still has to walk with leg braces and a cane.'Uncle Theo and Mom; that explained a great deal about her and her twin's relationship. I knew Mom had once broken into his military school/prison to see him. I also knew now that Mom hadn't lied to me; this vendetta was with this entire sick town, not blanket racism on her part.Black individuals in this town had raped her and other Blacks had covered it up. Theo had avenged her and paid for that with five years of his freedom. Had the Kingston's Black police force simply pursued a proper course of justice, then those seven men would have gotten what the law allowed; and be out of jail by now.Maybe that would have helped Gayle Fonteneau's emotional wounds heal. That didn't happen though. That injustice explained why Mom had initially run away from Dad. She'd suffered at the hands of law enforcement and she carried that distrust and disgust with her into her first meeting with Dad.That had to be some awkward emotional gymnastics on her part.‘Oh, come on now,' Mom chortled. ‘Leon is in a nice assisted-care living facility and Roscoe is in a coma just down the hall from him.'‘What happened to Le; your brother, Mrs. Malik?' I asked.‘According to the reconstructive specialist in Austin he was hit 27 times with a crowbar, that's what happened,' she spat at my Mother. ‘Even now his face doesn't look right and he's one step above a vegetable.'‘You took Aunt Matilda's hush money,' Mom gloated. ‘You all did.'‘That doesn't mean your brother wasn't a psycho, racist bastard,' Dom shot back.‘Bullshit, Dominique. Your Daddy made the town accept Aunt Mattie's deal because she was bringing in the Arkansas State Police (ASP) to investigate Theo's defense claims and that would have fried the whole lot of you,' Mom ignored Dom's snit. Seeing my disbelief, she told me, ‘Back in 1986, the ASP had its fair share of White racists.'‘Had those seven not been guilty as sin; ‘ she glared at the Mayor, ‘maybe Theo wouldn't have gone Rambo on this burgh.'‘Enough!' I intervened. ‘This is not helping us with the problem at hand. Right now, all Mikhail and I are worried about is whether Mr. Malik is going to come home tonight pissed off, drunk off his ass, or both.'‘Why should you care?' Madame Mayor turned my way. Mom started laughing which only made the woman angrier.‘Because unlike you, me and most of this town, my boys are decent individuals who actually give a crap about strangers, regardless of their melatonin levels,' she snorted. She made eye contact with Mrs. Malik.‘Don't blame me,' Mom chuckled. ‘I would be much happier of your shiftless shit of a husband came back and beat the fuck out of you and your daughter. To me, that would be poetic justice for what your father let him get away with.'‘No happening, Mom,' I declared. ‘Mikhail and I are eighteen now so you can't make us go home. If he's really a threat; ‘‘And you can't trust the police,' Mom sneered at Dom. ‘Your police force, Dominique.'‘You are one twisted cock-whore,' Dom riposted.‘Seven young men assaulted me,' Mom snarled. ‘Three weren't around when Theo caught up with the other four. ‘Charles Baker was one of them. The other was Demetrius Quinterre. These days he is the Chief of Police.'‘Charles Baker is Chinedu Malik now?' I requested.‘Yeah,' Mom beamed hostility Mamma Malik's way. ‘The fall after 'it' happened, Charles went to Arkansas State on a football scholarship and changed his name to something more 'African'. If he thinks it made it so that Theo couldn't find him, he's sorely mistaken.'‘Where is your crazy brother anyway?'‘Which one?' Mom snorted. ‘I've got a few.'‘Theo, you crazy cunt.'‘He joined the US Army straight out of the academy. He ended up in Ranger School then the Green Beret,' Mom updated her. ‘Now he's a contract killer for God-knows who. You, the FBI and the US military all are curious about his whereabouts.'‘That's; ‘ Dominique looked at me. What can I say? I have an honest face. ‘Do you believe that?' she asked me.‘Madame Mayor, I've talked to the men from Fort Bragg who have come calling. How to put this; Uncle Theo is exceedingly eccentric; beyond what Mom is.'In a normal situation, this would be when the concerned wife asked if her husband was in danger from my lunatic uncle. Not Mrs. Malik. Hell, a martyred husband killed by a violent racist would be a big boost to her career. It would also remove any chance of her hubby blowing up the situation with Riley, thus Riley's Sugar-Daddy. I could almost see the cold, calculating wheels turning behind her eyes.‘That's hardly encouraging. Fine; Gayle, you can get out. Vlad, I'm going to make some phone calls. Why don't you see what your brother has gotten up to,' the Mayor commanded. Mom shot me a wink when Mrs. Malik pulled out her phone.‘Bring home the pot and basket when you leave,' she advised me. She took my arm and pulled me to the door.‘You have your toiletries and fresh clothes in the bag (the big, brown paper one she'd arrived with). Then, as she hugged me, she shoved something into my front, left pocket. That weekend with the Vegas hookers paid off, I recalled the crinkly sound condom wrappers make. ‘For Mikhail,' she whispered. He was being given her 'okay' to any sexual missteps that might happen if we weren't sent straight home.I imagined most teenage boys would be thrilled to have their mothers handing them some condoms and silently wishing them luck. Not me. This was some fucked-up shit Mikhail, Alexander and I had stepped into. Mom turned without further advice and went to Dad's black '2012 F-150' pick-up truck. I closed the door, then went looking for the ladies.Dominique had taken Riley into the living room. The younger woman was sitting contritely on the sofa while the Mayor quietly brow-beat whomever was on the other end of that phone conversation. I spared them a look, knew I wasn't needed, or wanted, so I went for the stairs.‘Taliyah, Mikhail, Dinner's here,' I called up. I remained at the bottom of the stairs until Mikhail showed himself.‘Was that Mom?' he calmly inquired.‘Yeah. She's gone now,' I gave a wry grin. ‘It is safe you two to come down.' A few seconds later, Taliyah appeared.‘What is it?' she was referring to dinner.‘Whatever Kamika cooked for us,' I replied. She shrugged, clearly upset with the past few minutes of her life. She still came down. She'd missed lunch unless you counted cum swallowed, then had cheerleader workouts, horse-riding and a sex-session with my brother. Mikhail was perpetually hungry as was the norm for growing boys our age and metabolisms.The remarkable thing was her reaction to Mikhail and his blasé attitude. He wasn't walking on eggshells, as Alexander would have, or being sympathetic, like me. Mikhail was being Mikhail; Taliyah's problems weren't his concern so he wasn't intruding. If she wanted some emotional input from him, she'd have to do the 'reaching out'.We doled out portions. Taliyah started with three bowls (for the host of baby-back pork ribs) and plates for the potatoes, carrots and string beans. I motioned for two more. She mentally debated my request before complying. Kamika must have packed a family of eight. There was plenty to spare.After the meal was apportioned, I took two plates and a glass of Pomegranate Juice (Taliyah poured for her Mom) and a glass of lemonade for Riley. I juggled the lot as I traipsed into the living room. The conversation stopped when I appeared. I didn't engage either with eye contact, though I could tell Dominique resented me serving dinner to her guest. I retreated with the same grace I'd exhibited entering.The two high-schoolers had attacked the ribs with gusto.‘Hmm; these are some damn fine ribs,' Taliyah waved a freshly-cleaned bone my way. ‘No wonder the men in your family are so damn huge.' Right as the words tumbled out of her mouth, she shot Mikhail a dirty look, daring him to make a snide aside about the size of his cock. Mikhail didn't take the bait.‘Give Kamika a call around noon-time. She'll add a place-setting for you at the dinner table,' he replied after vigorously sucking the meat off his fourth victim. That was the opposite of what she expected a man, a Black man, to say. She'd never had a possibly sexually suggestive chat with a White guy.‘The food's not so good I'd want to spend time with you,' she poked him.‘I'm not hot to re-experience your she-devil bitchiness either, Taliyah,' he teased her. ‘I've got to accept that Brandy's going to keep putting a sappy smile on Vlad's face and that suggests they'll crawl out of bed long enough to get some food.'‘We are never going to have sex again,' she wacked his hand with a fresh rib, leaving a saucy mark.Mikhail licked the sweet substance off while keeping eye contact with the girl. She refused to back down from his provocation. My brother responded by tenderly poking her lips with a fresh rib. She kept her mouth closed yet couldn't keep the smile from her face. She countered by presented piece of meat in front of him. Mikhail caught the offering in his teeth and shook it hungrily.Now I felt like the one who should tell them to get a room. The two began making messes of each other's faces with sloppy feedings of one another before including me in the game. It was so engrossing, we three missed Mrs. Malik coming into the kitchen and catching us at play.‘Taliyah, what, are, you, doing?' her mother clipped off each world.‘I'm keeping the White boys quiet,' the daughter thought quickly on her feet.‘Oh, that's what you call it,' Dominique's eyebrow arched. ‘It looks more like your flirting with them both.'‘What!' Taliyah squalled. ‘I hate Mikhail; Vlad's okay. He treats Brandy like she matters, not the way Darius does. He treats her like a cum dumpster.'‘I thought you wanted to be with Darius?' Dom studied her daughter intently.‘Well; I've changed my mind. His whole attitude; the 'I'm a football stud' is getting too pricey for my tastes,' she clarified. ‘Rashaan has his head so far up Darius' ass that's stopped being funny too.'‘Taliyah, if you stop dating Rashaan, you won't be popular,' mom protested.‘Listen to your mother,' Mikhail agreed. ‘Look how well hooking up with a football star worked out for her.' Waves of furious emotions radiated from mom. Taliyah's reaction was far more direct.‘You bastard!' Taliyah swore before she punched him in the upper arm. She was starting to cry.Chine may have been a raging prick to Samsonov eyes, but he was Taliyah's Daddy.‘Fuck,' he exaggerated. ‘What makes you think; ow,' he recoiled as she began to rain blows down on his upper arm and chest. Tears started to stream down her face as she pummeled my brother who took his beating like a champ.‘You are such a; a; ‘ she stammered.‘Neanderthal?' he volunteered. Two more blows were her response then her attacks lost strength and direction. Mikhail wrapped her up in his arms as she sobbed into the crux of his arm and chest.‘Feel free to hate me as much as you need to,' he held her tight. ‘I'm not that fond of you either.' He kept her close for another minute.‘I'll take her upstairs,' Mikhail told Dominique. He kept an arm around her shoulders to aid her direction and off they went. The Mayor looked my way.‘I don't know what's up with that,' I shrugged. ‘Mikhail really is a jerk most of the time. Heck, he's the biggest bastard of the three of us; the most like Mom's dark side, so I'm not sure what he's doing being nice to your daughter.'‘If he does something to her,' she threatened me. Her eyes went past me to Riley who had come to the open doorway. ‘Don't you start thinking you can be leaving,' she aimed her prodigies' way. ‘I'm not done with you.'‘Besides, he's still out there,' I meant Mr. Malik. ‘He's likely to do something irrational that both of you will regret.'‘Why should you care? You are a Fonteneau,' the Mayor grumbled in an accusatory voice.‘I'm not sure,' I shrugged. ‘I trust my Mom a lot more than I believe your version of events. From what I know of Uncle Theo, if he wasn't sure justice had been done, he'd have come back here already.'‘The fact you are choosing to revisit this tragedy now makes me wonder when I'll see him again,' I tacked on.‘Ah, could I have some more of those ribs?' Riley extended her plate. She needed to finish her veggies.‘All that pork is going straight to those fat hips and big ass, Girl,' the Mayor cruelly teased her.Riley was embarrassed. I stood up from the kitchen table, took Riley's plate, and filled it with the portions of meat Taliyah and Mikhail had left behind. That seemed to mollify her to the point she felt good enough to walk, with her plate, back to the living room.‘You shouldn't be nice to her,' the Mayor cautioned me. ‘She's just another whore for Black Cock. Another White girl freak beneath the sheets.'That the Mayor was likely one as well wasn't something I felt I should bring up at the moment. Instead of arguing, I began to clean up the kitchen, putting the leftovers in Tupperware containers, washing the plates and then the pot and food containers. All the while, Dominique watched me work.‘I thought you had domestic help,' she said condescending tone.‘A) any kind of help is something new to us boys and Dad. B) Mom insists we all pitch in and help out. That means washing cookware and plates after meals, haul fertilizer and taking away yard debris and cleaning our rooms. We have chores.'‘That defeats the purpose of having servants,' she insisted.‘That house is huge, the 'help' could use the help, chores remind us we all need to work together and it teaches us not to take people for granted,' I repeated my Mom's words from our first day in the house.‘Your clan used to be such snobs, looking down on all us Black folks.'‘However the Fonteneau acted was before our time, Madam Mayor; ‘‘Call me Dominique, or Mrs. Malik in my home, Vladimir. You are Vladimir, right?' she said.‘Yes Dominique, I'm Vlad, the middle one. Alexander is oldest, so he's the most mature, I'm the middle triplet, so I'm the best mix of Mom and Dad, and Mikhail is the youngest so he's always out to prove himself.'‘Fascinating,' she responded drolly. ‘Stay out of the way while I deal with Riley. I'll get her squared away then deal with you and your brother.' With that, she walked off to give Riley another huge piece of her mind, rage and frustration. As I was putting up the pot to dry, the doorbell rang. I heard Mamma Malik's heels click on the marble floors as she stormed over to the door.‘Demetrius, what are you doing here?' I heard he say from the door.‘I heard you were having some problem with those Samsonov boys,' he announced. ‘I'm here to make sure everything is okay.'‘You mean my worthless, cheating husband sent you over to make them leave,' she groused.‘He might have indicated they were causing you problems,' the Police Chief allowed. ‘Let me pour those Cornfeds into their car and send them home.'‘No,' Dominique's voice cracked the whip of authority. ‘He is out whoring and drinking and that means he ain't coming home tonight; end of story.'‘I'll leave Oliver with a patrol car watching your place if that is the case,' he tried to mollify her.‘On really,' she mocked him. ‘You, Chinedu and Oliver are all drinking buddies. You and your cronies aren't going to keep my husband's drunk ass from darkening my doorway. You let Chine know he's not welcome here tonight.'‘Dom, you are being unreasonable,' the cop leader cooed. I didn't have to imagine him touching her. The Kingston cops were far too touchy-feely with women.‘Don't you touch me, you poltroon,' she blasted him. I wondered if he even knew what a poltroon was. He knew it was an insult though.‘Listen up, Dominique,' his voice grew low and threatening. That was my cue.‘Madam Mayor, is everything okay?' I stepped into the hallway. Demetrius' eyes latched onto me before turning his sneer the Mayor's way.‘Why, don't he look cozy,' he accused Dominique.‘Buddy,' I wasn't going to call him an 'officer', or 'Chief', ‘Mom just enlightened me to what you and Chine did to her all those years ago. Statute of Limitations may have passed, but don't you think the Samsonov's consider justice to be done.'‘I also know that any crime involving you and a Deputy's son automatically brings in the Arkansas State Police. Cross that portal and you cease being a concerned police officer and become a home invader,' I channeled my father and all his kin going back a dozen generations.‘How about I arrest you for trespassing?' he want for his 'bracelets' while his right hand rested on the ass of his piece.‘My house, Demetrius and I've invited him and his brother in. Believe me, Dem, if you don't hot-foot it off my property then my next call Will be to the State Police reporting You for criminal trespass,' she growled at the cop.‘So, you've become an Oreo?' he mocked her. ‘I can't wait to hear what the town council has to say about that.'‘Consider they are the same crowd who invited Dr. Pierre O'Rourke Jean-Georges to be our Principle for the next ten months; ‘ I began my counter-mock.‘Five years,' the Mayor glowered at the Chief. ‘The school board; which you are on, Demetrius; gave that freakazoid a five year contract.'

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The cherry date and the next phase of Ken's love life. By  PrairieDad1. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. “So, I'm going to be the first man to make love to you. Wow. I'm honoured.” he says. Come here baby. Daddy needs a hug. Angela steps into Kens open arms. They embrace. Bodies molded together. A tear runs down Ken's cheek. “I'm so happy right now. This is going to be a super special summer and extra special occasion. You sure do know how to turn a guy on, baby.” They laugh. “Yep, I can tell,” she says, laughing, feeling Kens erection pushing into her tummy. “Me too daddy. It'll be super special. I can hardly wait. I'm wet just thinking about it.”“Are you nervous babykins? I'll try not to hurt you,” he says. “Daddy, I just sucked your cock into my mouth. My first time ever doing that. So, no, you won't hurt me.” “I'm so proud of you baby.” Ken turns and holds Angela in his arms, embracing her tightly into his body. They continue their climb to the top, arriving at the pickup on the ridge. “Daddy's hungry again,” he says, with a big smile. “Can daddy have dessert, please?” “You can eat me anytime daddy.” Angela lowers the tailgate and jumps up into the box. “Dessert is served,” she says, laughing. “Come and get it.” And Ken does. Just like that the damp Daisy Mae's are discarded and Ken is looking at a bald pussy, drops of moisture beading up on the pussy lips. Lowering his face, he sucks the folds of skin into his mouth. Sitting up her arms supporting her with knees bent, legs spread wide, ass on the tailgate edge, she smiles and watches her lover, her adopted daddy. Driving Angela wild. Trying to hold her legs steady, and failing. Her body trembling, she cries out, "Argh, Fuck!” And cums. Her liquid arousal filling Kens mouth and covering his face, he licks and swallows. A happy man. Over the top happy. His young lover orgasming. And he doing what he likes best, Eating Pussy. Grabbing their blanket, he wraps and covers Angela before carrying her shaking body to the front door of the pickup. An hour later they arrive home and park in the driveway. All seems quiet. No one is around. Ken carries his lover into the house and straight to the shower in the washroom. Their early to mid morning adventure finished. What transpired that morning ignited a fuse within them both. During the following week Angela was constantly visiting Ken. Neither of them wanting to spend a moment separated. Kens fixation with ‘eating pussy' and Angela's discovery of how much she enjoy 'giving head' was a match made in heaven. So much so they ate and sucked their way to new heights of sexual fulfillment. Finally, the weekend was upon them. Laying in each others arms in the afterglow of making love, oral love, their faces covered with one another's CUM. Ken smiles “I do believe we should have a proper date this weekend. An in the city, fancy restaurant, 5 star hotel, a daddy and daughter romantic date. What sayeth you m'lady?” “I sayeth 'oh goody kind Sir'. Daddy gonna pop my cherry,” she asks, giggling. “We're gonna fuck like rabbits, over and over and over,” he says, laughing. “Fuck my brains out daddy. I want your big sausage inside me,” she says, a huge face covering smile. “But for now, I'll just suck you again” leaning over and taking Ken's cock into her willing mouth. “Oh no you don't. Me too,'” Ken says as he adjusts their bodies, laying on the bed with Angela positioned on top of him, her head over his cock, her pussy over his mouth. Both diving in, the sounds of slurping, sucking and licking filling the bedroom. Kens hands on Angela's butt, fingers pushing on her cheeks exposing and opening her small puckered asshole. Tongue licking and teasing the forbidden hole. Angela's tongue expertly licking the long thick veiny and hairy shaft. Opening her mouth and sliding her lips over his mushroomed cockhead. Swallowing him inch by inch into her mouth and throat. Her eyes watering, his girth stretching her mouth wide open. Using his tongue like a poker Ken pushes thru her puckered opening. A gasp, her body shakes. Moving her back and forth, her ass riding on his tongue. Bobbing her head up and down sucking on Kens thick girth, damp brunette hair hanging down over her face. Ken guides his tongue from asshole to pussy licking along the folds of skin. Angela shivers. Tasting her sweet nectar, flicking his tongue in and out of the wet pussy, her body shivers as an Orgasm builds within her. Her continued sucking is also building an orgasm within Ken. A loud gasp, an “Argh”, and Angela's sex is released in orgasm. Ken licks and laps up the river of sex, tasting his lover. Ken moans loudly, hips shaking, his cock erupting, again, with gobs of cum filling Angela's throat. She releases her toy and cum spurts over her cheeks, chin and breasts. She collapses on Kens body, Her mouth sore from so much exercising. They lay in the afterglow of sex, damp bodies relaxing, breathing slowing. Wrapping his arms around Angela, holding her tightly, fingers caressing her back, waist and bum, he falls asleep. Angela, her face resting on Kens flaccid cock, blinks her eyes closing them and drifting off to sleep. During the next week the sexcapades continued uninterrupted. Never tiring of one another. Their tongues and lips working magic with each other's body. The sounds of sucking and slurping filling Kens house. The yelps, gasps and screaming orgasms rocking their bodies. Whether shaking, shivering or tremoring, their bodies always reaching fulfillment. Cum and sex filling their mouths, covering their cheeks and licked up readily with their tongues. Never receiving enough, always wanting more, their ultimate goal: sexual bliss. In the end, two bodies collapsing in an entangled of arms and legs in exhaustion. As the week closes, Angela and Ken decide Date Night in the city is in order. Wanting their relationship to progress to the next level of Erotica, which for them, will be sexual intercourse. For Ken, it's the taking of Angela's cherry and she losing her virginity. And, in Angela's mind, the act fulfills a long-held fantasy, the fulfillment of her dream in becoming a woman living in the love and nurture of an older man, her reward for loving him. And maybe, just maybe, becoming a mommy. Angela smiles to herself. Friday arrives. Ken has already made all the arrangements for their weekend of romance. Their special date. Not wanting to overlook a thing and making sure everything is in order he goes over very detail. Angela, her life about to change forever through one act, her deflowering, giving up her virginity to a man. In her mind, no small act. She desires for this weekend to be as special as the event warrants. And wanting to present herself to Ken as the chaste and pure woman she is. She chooses a White Matte Strapless Dress, a sleek curve hugging tube dress with an hourglass cut. The colour of purity wrapped in a “fuck me” dress. Looking at herself in the full length mirror, even she is impressed with what she sees. She wonders whether they will even make it out of the driveway, never mind eating dinner before arriving at the hotel. She smiles. Wanting to create the perfect impression for Ken she believes she has succeeded. Leaving her bedroom and heading down the stairs, she hears the doorbell ring. “I'll get it” she yells out to her mom who is sipping wine on the living room couch. On seeing her, mom gasps, “goin on a hot date?” “You could say that,” Angela smiles. “I'll be gone until tomorrow.” As Angela makes her way to the door, her mom is thinking, 'our neighbour, Ken must be quite the guy to cause such a radical difference in my daughter. I'm so Fin jealous.' Angela swings the door open. Ken stands on the doorstep a bouquet of yellow roses in his hand, dressed in a black silk shirt and dress slacks. A long whistle sounds, surprise written in his eyes as he holds the bouquet out for Angela to take. “You are an extraordinary vision of purity and beauty Me'Lady.” Angela curtsies. “Thank you kind Sir.” Pointing to the floor, “I have a small shoulder bag,” which Ken picks up and then holds an arm out to guide her to the car. Opening the door and allowing Angela to slide into her seat, Ken watches closely. He walks around the car to the drivers door and gets in himself. Looking over at Angela, mouth open and speechless, he whistles again. Leaning back into her seat, legs crossed, thick nippled perky breasts outlined in elegant whiteness, long legs and muscular thighs on display, she holds the bouquet of yellow roses in her lap. A larger than life huge smile graces her face. Purring softly in a seductive voice, she says, “Take me to our honeymoon suite oh gracious King.” “Certainly Princess.” To say Ken is beyond aroused it an understatement for the ages. At this point he is questioning whether he'll make it to the hotel, never mind eating dinner. An evening of foreplay is in the cards. Forty five minutes later they are parked at the small Italian Restaurant. A romantic dinner awaits them. Ken Escorts his Princess across the parking lot, arm wrapped around her waist, hand on her butt, fingers caressing her matte covered flesh and a giant erection in his trousers. Escorted to their window view table toward the back of the dimly lit dining room, Ken seats his angel, before seating himself. They Sit beside one another facing the window and the view of the harbour, their backs to the rest of the dining room. Angela's hand rests on Kens cock. Kens hand rests between Angela's crossed legs, trapped. The foreplay continues. “Tell me what you are going to do to me tonight darling,” she says, her hand massaging his hardness. “If you don't stop turning me on even more than you have already, not much,” he says. Angela stops her massaging, a pout forming on her face. “I'm going to fuck you so hard and for so long you will be laying in a CUM lake,” Ken whispers. This brings a smile back to Angela's face. “Promise,” she says. “Before I do that, I'm going to eat your pussy and lick your ass,” Ken smiles. “My appetizer.” “Either I am peeing myself or you have me so wet. oh fuck,” Angela moans, “I'm cumming,” she says, leaning back in the chair, uncrossing her legs and spreading them. She shivers. Ken feels the moisture on his hand, lifts his fingers to his mouth and tastes them. “Yep, you came. Have a taste.” Their waiter arrives with a bottle of wine, takes their food order and departs. “That was intense, what just happened to me. I like our foreplay. I'm so fuckin ripe.” she wispers. “Oh baby, you ain't seen nothin yet,” Ken says, pouring the wine. “Ripe for the pickin.” "You got that right baby,” she says, leaning her head on his shoulder, “I can hardly wait.” “Know what? I want a baby, your baby,” glancing up up at him, “Is that okay daddy?” “You know it is. I'll give you all the babies you want babykins.” “Now, that makes me horny,” she giggles, “super horny.” “You sure you really wanna eat Italian,” she asks. “Nope,” reaching into his back pocket, pulling out his wallet and dropping a couple big bills on the table. Ken Slides off his chair, stands and then helps Angela from her chair. They walk out of the restaurant passing their waiter, “Moneys on the table,” Ken smiles. Once outside, Ken sweeps Angela up into his arms and carries her to the car and seating her. They buckle into their seats. They roar off. Angela tittering and giggling the entire time. Five minutes later they are registering at the hotel. Angela, dressed in her white micro dress attracts the attention of several men, stands close to Ken not wanting anyone to notice the Orgasm stains on her legs, thighs and dress. At the same time this causes her to feel naughty and horny. Whispering in his ear, “I love you daddy,” running her tongue over his ear lobe. Distracting Ken from what he is doing, he turns to her and smiles, runs a hand over her ass cheeks and growls, “Grrrrrr, another ten minutes babykins and I'll, ” his voice trails off as he pinches her bum. Laughing. Finally finished registering, she struts over to the elevator walking ahead of him her ass invitingly wiggling for his pleasure. A porter follows carrying her shoulder bag. In the elevator, the building foreplay of the evening and their horniness threatens to explode. Angela slips into Kens arms, their bodies molded together, lips locked into a long wet passionate kiss. The porter tries averting his yes. Ken's hands again caressing ass cheeks. A favourite activity of his. Angela's hands fondling the lump of arousal in his slacks. Their lust builds. The elevator stops. They follow the porter down the hall. He opens the door to their room and places the bag inside. Ken hands him a bill, lifts his lover bride in his arms and carries her over the threshold. Angela squeals with laughter, the door closing with a loud click. Ken gently lays her on the bed. “Give me five minutes daddy. I'm going to freshen up,” she says, sliding off the bed and grabbing her bag, she heads into the bathroom. At this point, Ken is uncertain what to do beside wait for her. Should he undress down to his boxers? He just isn't sure, so he does nothing. Hopping up and sitting on the bed in his silk shirt and slacks he waits. Five minutes grows into ten minutes. He waits, the anticipation building. Muttering to himself, how long does it take to freshen up?' Finally the bathroom door opens. There she stands. Kens mouth drops open. And again, for the umpteen time since he first met and saw Angela, she has again transformed herself. From running with her hair tied up in a ponytail to her auburn hair flowing over her shoulders; from wearing bum hugging shorts to wearing a denim mini skirt; or wearing skin tight jeans. The upgrades are phenomenal. How do you outdo the dress she wore tonight? Well, Ken is looking at it. You outdo a white strapless matte micro dress with a white sheer jersey gown that has a Deep V-neck front, a Revealing back, is Sideless with Adjustable neck, back, and front ties in Matte Lycra trim and is Sheer Jersey. And black high heels in which Angela struts over to the bed, with her token angelic smile. No words are exchanged. No words are necessary. Just the escape of air and heavy breathing. As his virginal bride daughter struts around the room showcasing her body for daddies attention moving oh so seductively turning, twisting and bending. Strutting her stuff as if on a runway throwing in a dance move or two. Her performance over, she walks over to the bed climbs up and leans over Ken. Slapping his hand away as he reaches for her, she unbuttons the black silk shirt, unbuckles the slacks and pulls down the zipper. All the while, smiling. Her gown falling loose over Kens tingling body. “I love you daddy. Make me a woman daddy. Make me a mommy. Fill me up too overflowing with your potent seed, your thick gooey sperm. Cum like a river for your babykin daughter, your virginal bride. Please daddy!” Ken, burning with desire for his virgin lover, rises upright on the bed, tossing his shirt off and to the side, wiggling out of his slacks, they fall to the floor. Shoes, socks kicked off. Reaching out for the object of his affection and pulling Angela into his body, Embracing, kissing, two bodies becoming one burning with lust, Ken flips Angela over onto her back on the silk sheets. Standing now beside the huge bed and looking down at his angel, he smiles, a huge grin, fingers snapping at the waistband of his boxers, he pushes them down and off his legs. His rigid member pops free, liberated and swinging back and forth. A loud “gasp,” two giant balls dangling and swaying. She smiles and reaches for him. He takes a step forward, climbs onto the bed, kneels between Angela's legs. Her body a picture of perfection highlighted and seductively clothed in the sheer white gown. Bending her knees, opening her legs wide, loosening the front ties and adjusting her gown to reveal and a bald pussy. She smiles and giggles, “Make Love to me daddy.” A smile, a nod and Ken guides his thick, harder than rock Cock toward her love nest. “Make me a woman, daddy. And a baby too,” she says, giggling. Pushing his girth into her warm damp velvety cunt, stretching and opening her up, he feels resistance. “Ready baby,?” he asks. A nod, fingers grasping the bunched bed sheets. He pulls back slightly and then thrusts forward, the cock head piercing her hymen, and he commences fucking. The thick cock fully buried in her love nest. A loud yelp,“ followed with a gasp. The burning desire. The burning lust. Now giving way to a proper fucking, the act of making love. Ken humps and thrusts. Stretching and burying his cock inside Angela. Faster and aggressively, his ball sac slapping against her ass. Moans, gasps, deep breathing, air exhaled. "Slap, slap, slap.” 'Ooh's, ahh's. Angela shivers. Her body trembles. An orgasm builds. A screeching yelp. Kens cock burying itself entirely within her as he thrusts, his cockhead slamming against her uterus. She cums. Orgasm. Her body shakes. Beads of perspiration on her forehead and arms. Ken senses something different. His cock twitches. His ball sac releases. His sperm, seed, cum begins flowing. His cock erupts. The seed explodes into his lover. Filling her womb with potent baby making seed, ropes of cum, gobs of sperm. He continues thrusting, slowly now, until he senses he's empty. Pulling his cock free from Angela's honey pot, it dangles semi erect and flaccid. He falls onto the bed and pulls her tight against him. They spoon and cuddle in the afterglow of making love. The balance of their weekend was spent much the same way. Making love, cuddling, showering, making love again. Housekeeping was called several times to change out the bedding, replacing their damp, stained sheet for fresh clean ones. The prediction of them laying in a 'river of CUM' had come true. By Monday morning they were sore and limping to the car for the drive home. They were fully and sexually satiated having indulged almost nonstop in making Love to one another. Before Leaving they gave their porter and the housekeeping staff a handsome tip for their service. The drive back was quiet, the two lovers a different couple now. They had consummated their union. They were now definitely committed to one another now. So they thought. Angela had made Ken feel alive again, bring hope back into his life. Ken had taken a naïve, out going young woman and fulfilled her older man fantasy. By giving her the love, attention and care she sought after, they had fallen in Love. A week later summer was over, school beckoned and Angela left for another semester of education. Only the memories remained. Precious memories. They both hated “Good Byes” so on the morning of her departure, Ken was hidden away in his house. Angela was tearfully trying to see as she drove. Hearing her car pull away, he shed a tear and, sipped another cup of coffee. Both wondering in their thoughts, 'is there a future for them?' A Deliberate Encounter Sitting in her spacious kitchen Melanie is at odds with herself, stewing and feeling sorry for herself. During the summer she watched the transformation in her daughter Angela, going from a naïve shy young girl to an outgoing teasing lil slut. Of course, those are her words. Words of jealously. But ever since she met the next door neighbour Ken, her daughter had blossomed into a sexually active and sexually content lil vixen. This troubled Melanie to no end. Not because Angela didn't deserve a man, but simply because Melanie wanted a piece of the action. She wanted a man to love. A man like the man she once loved when she met her hubby, before he became such an asshole. She wanted the wild sex, the experimenting, the multi orgasms, she wanted it all. And when Ken became available, her own daughter beat her to the prize and won his heart. Ever since her husband John moved her to this little jerk water small town Melanie had been discontented. Then he just ups and takes off on his business trips leaving her home and alone, lonely and horny. At least, In the city she was able to cruise the bars and discretely find accommodating studs for a night of fun. Not so here in small town Canada. There was only one bar and the opportunity for a discrete encounter was slim to nil. What made matters even worse, in Mel's mind, her daughter had been home only one day from Uni and met Ken. The rest, as they say, is history. Her daughter had enjoyed a summer of sex. This made Melanie more than jealous. She is downright envious. A smirk on her face. “I'll teach him,” she laughs. “What a real woman is capable of.” The 34 year old mother looks down over her body. Standing before a mirror, she admires her assets. Large D cupped rounded breasts, a narrow waist with long shapely legs. She gives her head a shake, her shoulder length natural blonde hair waving and shimmering. Turning around and looking back over her shoulder the very best asset, in her mind, is the rounded ass, her bubble butt. “Oh gawd I miss having you happy,” she says, speaking to her bum. With all these thoughts confronting her she makes a decision. A visit to Ken is in order. Time to take control of my life and get what I want and just to make sure I do, I'll give him something he is already familiar with. She laughs, the devilish laugh of a woman who is convinced she wins the prize. Heading to her bedroom, disrobing along the way, she steps into her walk-in clothes closet. Looking through her dresses she finds exactly what she is looking for, the White Strapless Matte 'Fuck Me' dress. Muttering 'we'll see who wears this curve hugging tube dress better,' giggling. 'Daughter or mommy? D cup breasts or perky boobs, nice, rounded ass or bubble butt ass? Humm, watcha think Ken?' laughing. Sitting in his kitchen, coffee cup in hand, Ken looks wistfully through the large window overlooking his backyard garden. His thoughts focused on Angela and the wonderfully erotic summer they enjoyed in each other's company. A tingle causing his body to shiver. A female voice calls out, “Howdy neighbour” interrupting his contemplation. A familiar style voice similar to ones he's heard before. “Uh, Neighbour answering,” He yells back. “Come on in,” he says, and muttering to himself, 'right on time.' A tallish woman, mid 30's pokes her nose around the corner. "Hi. I'm Melanie, Angela's mommy.” she says. Waiting for a response, she smiles, looking somewhat awkward while Ken scopes her out. His eyes moving up and down, observing, liking what he sees. “My goodness, like mommy like daughter. I thought Angela was one beautiful woman; but you, mommy; are absolutely gorgeous.” Ken says as he pores on the praise, flattering Melanie to an extent that causes her face to turn beet red. “That dress is made for you and only you!” he says, followed by a long whistle. “Have I embarrassed you?” he asks, standing to face her. “I hope so,” he says, laughing. “The one thing Angela brought to my attention, never failing to mention actually, was how lonely and neglected you are Melanie. Possibly I can help you out with that predicament.” “I; um, was hoping you might.,” she paused, caught by surprise with Kens aggressive nature. She smiles, not missing a beat though, looking so deliciously appetizing in the White Straplesss Tube Dress highlighting her large, rounded breasts. She turns around for him, “You like?” she says, giggling. “No Melanie, I love,” he says, laughing, “and I've been expecting you. May I call you Mel?” “Expecting me, really?” “Uh huh. Big city girl dumped in a small town by a workaholic hubby who knocked you up while you were a young teenager. Not able to do anything discretely like you could before. Lonely, ignored and horny. You, my dear, are Ravishingly gorgeous. And you've been suffering all summer while your daughter got it on with the neighbour. How am I doing so far?” Ken reaches out his arms placing his large hands-on Melanie's hips and leans in to kiss her. Mel responds with a kiss of her own. The long passionate kiss heightens Ken's lust, pulling Melanie closer, hands caressing her ass cheeks. He feins  a 'growl.' Sucking her tongue into his mouth, tongues flirting and teasing; then a 'moan.' Ken sweeps her off her feet and carries her to the living room sofa, laying her down. Standing beside her prone body, eyes eating her up, lust burning in his body. Mel reaches up and plays with his belt buckle, “Wha d'ya got for Melanie?” she implores, big blue eyes smiling up to him. Ken can hardly wait until she gets her answer, which pops out immediately. The large bulbus thick cock springs free from confinement and stands at attention. Ken shoves his jeans down and kicks them away, his lengthy cock waving in the air. Mel quickly goes to work, cupping his manhood in both hands. Ken, meanwhile takes inventory, ogling the luscious woman laying prone before him. Large, rounded breasts dressed seductively in her 'Fuck Me' dress. Long shapely legs. A less than short micro dress covering, barely covering, her gorgeous ass globes. Not able to control his lust any longer, “We'll play later darling. Now, I'm going to fuck your brains out.” he declared. Not asking! Telling! Mel's head shakes yes, “I've wanted this for so long.” she says, Smiling. Ken quickly moves her to the plush carpeted floor. Kneeling between her outstretched legs, holding and guiding his cock to Mel's womanhood. The large cockhead teasing her pubes as he strokes it up and down her damp bushy pussy lips. Mel, with a look of expectation, smiles. Ken smiling, pushes his thick member into her. A long hard thrust and he's in. Mel gasps. Her pussy stretching to accommodate him. White dress bunched around her waist, Ken begins hammering away, piston fucking her. Mel meets his thrusts with her own. Head rolling back and forth. Beads of perspiration on her forehead. Gasping, Moaning, Humping her ass up and down. Ken hammers her fast and furious. Their pent-up lust driving them. Ecstasy building. Orgasms. Melanie cums first, “Argh!” Ken's balls tighten, his cock jerks and erupts. Exploding with a rope of cum. A river of cum. The two satisfied lovers collapsing in a heap on the carpet. Their insatiable lust temporarily satisfied. “Nuth'in like a mommy to help a guy forget her daughter.” Ken laughs. “Here's hoping my hubby plans on lots more business trips,” Mel laughs. “I actually hope he makes himself scarce.” “Oops, speaking of which, I think I hear his car now. Must be home for lunch.” She giggles, “Not as good a lunch as I'm going to have,” her fingers dancing on Ken's cock. Ken smiles, “I wanna go check him out,” he says, standing up, “Come darlin.” Taking Mel's hand, he leads her back into the kitchen to the side window, facing Ken's driveway, right next to John's. With her standing in front of him they look over the driveway and watch as John exits his car. Ken places his hands on Mel's hips pressing his flaccid cock into her bum. “Wonder what he'd say if he knew I just Fucked his wife;” he says, laughing and cupping her ample breasts. “I'm going to own this body, babykins. What do you think of that?” “I love it. You can have me anytime big guy; even now,” she says, giggling. “Ready to go again, are we,” he says, pushing Mel's head to the window, she arcs her back, “Doggy fuck?” she giggles in agreement. She places her hands on the window ledge for leverage. Flaring her bubble butt ass, a juicy muffed pussy peaks up at him; his fingers teasing the folds of skin. Ken slides the white dress over her luscious ass cheeks, his hands caressing. “Gawd, I love your ass, my ass,” he says, laughing, his hands guiding his cock. Running it over her butt cheeks and butt crack, watching it grow in size. He slides it down to her pussy and presses into her. “One man's loss is another man's gain,” he says, shoving his cock into Johns wife's vagina. Mel and Ken fuck. John walks back out to his car. To be continued. by PrairieDad1 for Literotica

The cherry date and the next phase of Ken's love life. By  PrairieDad1. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. “So, I'm going to be the first man to make love to you. Wow. I'm honoured.” he says. Come here baby. Daddy needs a hug. Angela steps into Kens open arms. They embrace. Bodies molded together. A tear runs down Ken's cheek. “I'm so happy right now. This is going to be a super special summer and extra special occasion. You sure do know how to turn a guy on, baby.” They laugh. “Yep, I can tell,” she says, laughing, feeling Kens erection pushing into her tummy. “Me too daddy. It'll be super special. I can hardly wait. I'm wet just thinking about it.”“Are you nervous babykins? I'll try not to hurt you,” he says. “Daddy, I just sucked your cock into my mouth. My first time ever doing that. So, no, you won't hurt me.” “I'm so proud of you baby.” Ken turns and holds Angela in his arms, embracing her tightly into his body. They continue their climb to the top, arriving at the pickup on the ridge. “Daddy's hungry again,” he says, with a big smile. “Can daddy have dessert, please?” “You can eat me anytime daddy.” Angela lowers the tailgate and jumps up into the box. “Dessert is served,” she says, laughing. “Come and get it.” And Ken does. Just like that the damp Daisy Mae's are discarded and Ken is looking at a bald pussy, drops of moisture beading up on the pussy lips. Lowering his face, he sucks the folds of skin into his mouth. Sitting up her arms supporting her with knees bent, legs spread wide, ass on the tailgate edge, she smiles and watches her lover, her adopted daddy. Driving Angela wild. Trying to hold her legs steady, and failing. Her body trembling, she cries out, "Argh, Fuck!” And cums. Her liquid arousal filling Kens mouth and covering his face, he licks and swallows. A happy man. Over the top happy. His young lover orgasming. And he doing what he likes best, Eating Pussy. Grabbing their blanket, he wraps and covers Angela before carrying her shaking body to the front door of the pickup. An hour later they arrive home and park in the driveway. All seems quiet. No one is around. Ken carries his lover into the house and straight to the shower in the washroom. Their early to mid morning adventure finished. What transpired that morning ignited a fuse within them both. During the following week Angela was constantly visiting Ken. Neither of them wanting to spend a moment separated. Kens fixation with ‘eating pussy' and Angela's discovery of how much she enjoy 'giving head' was a match made in heaven. So much so they ate and sucked their way to new heights of sexual fulfillment. Finally, the weekend was upon them. Laying in each others arms in the afterglow of making love, oral love, their faces covered with one another's CUM. Ken smiles “I do believe we should have a proper date this weekend. An in the city, fancy restaurant, 5 star hotel, a daddy and daughter romantic date. What sayeth you m'lady?” “I sayeth 'oh goody kind Sir'. Daddy gonna pop my cherry,” she asks, giggling. “We're gonna fuck like rabbits, over and over and over,” he says, laughing. “Fuck my brains out daddy. I want your big sausage inside me,” she says, a huge face covering smile. “But for now, I'll just suck you again” leaning over and taking Ken's cock into her willing mouth. “Oh no you don't. Me too,'” Ken says as he adjusts their bodies, laying on the bed with Angela positioned on top of him, her head over his cock, her pussy over his mouth. Both diving in, the sounds of slurping, sucking and licking filling the bedroom. Kens hands on Angela's butt, fingers pushing on her cheeks exposing and opening her small puckered asshole. Tongue licking and teasing the forbidden hole. Angela's tongue expertly licking the long thick veiny and hairy shaft. Opening her mouth and sliding her lips over his mushroomed cockhead. Swallowing him inch by inch into her mouth and throat. Her eyes watering, his girth stretching her mouth wide open. Using his tongue like a poker Ken pushes thru her puckered opening. A gasp, her body shakes. Moving her back and forth, her ass riding on his tongue. Bobbing her head up and down sucking on Kens thick girth, damp brunette hair hanging down over her face. Ken guides his tongue from asshole to pussy licking along the folds of skin. Angela shivers. Tasting her sweet nectar, flicking his tongue in and out of the wet pussy, her body shivers as an Orgasm builds within her. Her continued sucking is also building an orgasm within Ken. A loud gasp, an “Argh”, and Angela's sex is released in orgasm. Ken licks and laps up the river of sex, tasting his lover. Ken moans loudly, hips shaking, his cock erupting, again, with gobs of cum filling Angela's throat. She releases her toy and cum spurts over her cheeks, chin and breasts. She collapses on Kens body, Her mouth sore from so much exercising. They lay in the afterglow of sex, damp bodies relaxing, breathing slowing. Wrapping his arms around Angela, holding her tightly, fingers caressing her back, waist and bum, he falls asleep. Angela, her face resting on Kens flaccid cock, blinks her eyes closing them and drifting off to sleep. During the next week the sexcapades continued uninterrupted. Never tiring of one another. Their tongues and lips working magic with each other's body. The sounds of sucking and slurping filling Kens house. The yelps, gasps and screaming orgasms rocking their bodies. Whether shaking, shivering or tremoring, their bodies always reaching fulfillment. Cum and sex filling their mouths, covering their cheeks and licked up readily with their tongues. Never receiving enough, always wanting more, their ultimate goal: sexual bliss. In the end, two bodies collapsing in an entangled of arms and legs in exhaustion. As the week closes, Angela and Ken decide Date Night in the city is in order. Wanting their relationship to progress to the next level of Erotica, which for them, will be sexual intercourse. For Ken, it's the taking of Angela's cherry and she losing her virginity. And, in Angela's mind, the act fulfills a long-held fantasy, the fulfillment of her dream in becoming a woman living in the love and nurture of an older man, her reward for loving him. And maybe, just maybe, becoming a mommy. Angela smiles to herself. Friday arrives. Ken has already made all the arrangements for their weekend of romance. Their special date. Not wanting to overlook a thing and making sure everything is in order he goes over very detail. Angela, her life about to change forever through one act, her deflowering, giving up her virginity to a man. In her mind, no small act. She desires for this weekend to be as special as the event warrants. And wanting to present herself to Ken as the chaste and pure woman she is. She chooses a White Matte Strapless Dress, a sleek curve hugging tube dress with an hourglass cut. The colour of purity wrapped in a “fuck me” dress. Looking at herself in the full length mirror, even she is impressed with what she sees. She wonders whether they will even make it out of the driveway, never mind eating dinner before arriving at the hotel. She smiles. Wanting to create the perfect impression for Ken she believes she has succeeded. Leaving her bedroom and heading down the stairs, she hears the doorbell ring. “I'll get it” she yells out to her mom who is sipping wine on the living room couch. On seeing her, mom gasps, “goin on a hot date?” “You could say that,” Angela smiles. “I'll be gone until tomorrow.” As Angela makes her way to the door, her mom is thinking, 'our neighbour, Ken must be quite the guy to cause such a radical difference in my daughter. I'm so Fin jealous.' Angela swings the door open. Ken stands on the doorstep a bouquet of yellow roses in his hand, dressed in a black silk shirt and dress slacks. A long whistle sounds, surprise written in his eyes as he holds the bouquet out for Angela to take. “You are an extraordinary vision of purity and beauty Me'Lady.” Angela curtsies. “Thank you kind Sir.” Pointing to the floor, “I have a small shoulder bag,” which Ken picks up and then holds an arm out to guide her to the car. Opening the door and allowing Angela to slide into her seat, Ken watches closely. He walks around the car to the drivers door and gets in himself. Looking over at Angela, mouth open and speechless, he whistles again. Leaning back into her seat, legs crossed, thick nippled perky breasts outlined in elegant whiteness, long legs and muscular thighs on display, she holds the bouquet of yellow roses in her lap. A larger than life huge smile graces her face. Purring softly in a seductive voice, she says, “Take me to our honeymoon suite oh gracious King.” “Certainly Princess.” To say Ken is beyond aroused it an understatement for the ages. At this point he is questioning whether he'll make it to the hotel, never mind eating dinner. An evening of foreplay is in the cards. Forty five minutes later they are parked at the small Italian Restaurant. A romantic dinner awaits them. Ken Escorts his Princess across the parking lot, arm wrapped around her waist, hand on her butt, fingers caressing her matte covered flesh and a giant erection in his trousers. Escorted to their window view table toward the back of the dimly lit dining room, Ken seats his angel, before seating himself. They Sit beside one another facing the window and the view of the harbour, their backs to the rest of the dining room. Angela's hand rests on Kens cock. Kens hand rests between Angela's crossed legs, trapped. The foreplay continues. “Tell me what you are going to do to me tonight darling,” she says, her hand massaging his hardness. “If you don't stop turning me on even more than you have already, not much,” he says. Angela stops her massaging, a pout forming on her face. “I'm going to fuck you so hard and for so long you will be laying in a CUM lake,” Ken whispers. This brings a smile back to Angela's face. “Promise,” she says. “Before I do that, I'm going to eat your pussy and lick your ass,” Ken smiles. “My appetizer.” “Either I am peeing myself or you have me so wet. oh fuck,” Angela moans, “I'm cumming,” she says, leaning back in the chair, uncrossing her legs and spreading them. She shivers. Ken feels the moisture on his hand, lifts his fingers to his mouth and tastes them. “Yep, you came. Have a taste.” Their waiter arrives with a bottle of wine, takes their food order and departs. “That was intense, what just happened to me. I like our foreplay. I'm so fuckin ripe.” she wispers. “Oh baby, you ain't seen nothin yet,” Ken says, pouring the wine. “Ripe for the pickin.” "You got that right baby,” she says, leaning her head on his shoulder, “I can hardly wait.” “Know what? I want a baby, your baby,” glancing up up at him, “Is that okay daddy?” “You know it is. I'll give you all the babies you want babykins.” “Now, that makes me horny,” she giggles, “super horny.” “You sure you really wanna eat Italian,” she asks. “Nope,” reaching into his back pocket, pulling out his wallet and dropping a couple big bills on the table. Ken Slides off his chair, stands and then helps Angela from her chair. They walk out of the restaurant passing their waiter, “Moneys on the table,” Ken smiles. Once outside, Ken sweeps Angela up into his arms and carries her to the car and seating her. They buckle into their seats. They roar off. Angela tittering and giggling the entire time. Five minutes later they are registering at the hotel. Angela, dressed in her white micro dress attracts the attention of several men, stands close to Ken not wanting anyone to notice the Orgasm stains on her legs, thighs and dress. At the same time this causes her to feel naughty and horny. Whispering in his ear, “I love you daddy,” running her tongue over his ear lobe. Distracting Ken from what he is doing, he turns to her and smiles, runs a hand over her ass cheeks and growls, “Grrrrrr, another ten minutes babykins and I'll, ” his voice trails off as he pinches her bum. Laughing. Finally finished registering, she struts over to the elevator walking ahead of him her ass invitingly wiggling for his pleasure. A porter follows carrying her shoulder bag. In the elevator, the building foreplay of the evening and their horniness threatens to explode. Angela slips into Kens arms, their bodies molded together, lips locked into a long wet passionate kiss. The porter tries averting his yes. Ken's hands again caressing ass cheeks. A favourite activity of his. Angela's hands fondling the lump of arousal in his slacks. Their lust builds. The elevator stops. They follow the porter down the hall. He opens the door to their room and places the bag inside. Ken hands him a bill, lifts his lover bride in his arms and carries her over the threshold. Angela squeals with laughter, the door closing with a loud click. Ken gently lays her on the bed. “Give me five minutes daddy. I'm going to freshen up,” she says, sliding off the bed and grabbing her bag, she heads into the bathroom. At this point, Ken is uncertain what to do beside wait for her. Should he undress down to his boxers? He just isn't sure, so he does nothing. Hopping up and sitting on the bed in his silk shirt and slacks he waits. Five minutes grows into ten minutes. He waits, the anticipation building. Muttering to himself, how long does it take to freshen up?' Finally the bathroom door opens. There she stands. Kens mouth drops open. And again, for the umpteen time since he first met and saw Angela, she has again transformed herself. From running with her hair tied up in a ponytail to her auburn hair flowing over her shoulders; from wearing bum hugging shorts to wearing a denim mini skirt; or wearing skin tight jeans. The upgrades are phenomenal. How do you outdo the dress she wore tonight? Well, Ken is looking at it. You outdo a white strapless matte micro dress with a white sheer jersey gown that has a Deep V-neck front, a Revealing back, is Sideless with Adjustable neck, back, and front ties in Matte Lycra trim and is Sheer Jersey. And black high heels in which Angela struts over to the bed, with her token angelic smile. No words are exchanged. No words are necessary. Just the escape of air and heavy breathing. As his virginal bride daughter struts around the room showcasing her body for daddies attention moving oh so seductively turning, twisting and bending. Strutting her stuff as if on a runway throwing in a dance move or two. Her performance over, she walks over to the bed climbs up and leans over Ken. Slapping his hand away as he reaches for her, she unbuttons the black silk shirt, unbuckles the slacks and pulls down the zipper. All the while, smiling. Her gown falling loose over Kens tingling body. “I love you daddy. Make me a woman daddy. Make me a mommy. Fill me up too overflowing with your potent seed, your thick gooey sperm. Cum like a river for your babykin daughter, your virginal bride. Please daddy!” Ken, burning with desire for his virgin lover, rises upright on the bed, tossing his shirt off and to the side, wiggling out of his slacks, they fall to the floor. Shoes, socks kicked off. Reaching out for the object of his affection and pulling Angela into his body, Embracing, kissing, two bodies becoming one burning with lust, Ken flips Angela over onto her back on the silk sheets. Standing now beside the huge bed and looking down at his angel, he smiles, a huge grin, fingers snapping at the waistband of his boxers, he pushes them down and off his legs. His rigid member pops free, liberated and swinging back and forth. A loud “gasp,” two giant balls dangling and swaying. She smiles and reaches for him. He takes a step forward, climbs onto the bed, kneels between Angela's legs. Her body a picture of perfection highlighted and seductively clothed in the sheer white gown. Bending her knees, opening her legs wide, loosening the front ties and adjusting her gown to reveal and a bald pussy. She smiles and giggles, “Make Love to me daddy.” A smile, a nod and Ken guides his thick, harder than rock Cock toward her love nest. “Make me a woman, daddy. And a baby too,” she says, giggling. Pushing his girth into her warm damp velvety cunt, stretching and opening her up, he feels resistance. “Ready baby,?” he asks. A nod, fingers grasping the bunched bed sheets. He pulls back slightly and then thrusts forward, the cock head piercing her hymen, and he commences fucking. The thick cock fully buried in her love nest. A loud yelp,“ followed with a gasp. The burning desire. The burning lust. Now giving way to a proper fucking, the act of making love. Ken humps and thrusts. Stretching and burying his cock inside Angela. Faster and aggressively, his ball sac slapping against her ass. Moans, gasps, deep breathing, air exhaled. "Slap, slap, slap.” 'Ooh's, ahh's. Angela shivers. Her body trembles. An orgasm builds. A screeching yelp. Kens cock burying itself entirely within her as he thrusts, his cockhead slamming against her uterus. She cums. Orgasm. Her body shakes. Beads of perspiration on her forehead and arms. Ken senses something different. His cock twitches. His ball sac releases. His sperm, seed, cum begins flowing. His cock erupts. The seed explodes into his lover. Filling her womb with potent baby making seed, ropes of cum, gobs of sperm. He continues thrusting, slowly now, until he senses he's empty. Pulling his cock free from Angela's honey pot, it dangles semi erect and flaccid. He falls onto the bed and pulls her tight against him. They spoon and cuddle in the afterglow of making love. The balance of their weekend was spent much the same way. Making love, cuddling, showering, making love again. Housekeeping was called several times to change out the bedding, replacing their damp, stained sheet for fresh clean ones. The prediction of them laying in a 'river of CUM' had come true. By Monday morning they were sore and limping to the car for the drive home. They were fully and sexually satiated having indulged almost nonstop in making Love to one another. Before Leaving they gave their porter and the housekeeping staff a handsome tip for their service. The drive back was quiet, the two lovers a different couple now. They had consummated their union. They were now definitely committed to one another now. So they thought. Angela had made Ken feel alive again, bring hope back into his life. Ken had taken a naïve, out going young woman and fulfilled her older man fantasy. By giving her the love, attention and care she sought after, they had fallen in Love. A week later summer was over, school beckoned and Angela left for another semester of education. Only the memories remained. Precious memories. They both hated “Good Byes” so on the morning of her departure, Ken was hidden away in his house. Angela was tearfully trying to see as she drove. Hearing her car pull away, he shed a tear and, sipped another cup of coffee. Both wondering in their thoughts, 'is there a future for them?' A Deliberate Encounter Sitting in her spacious kitchen Melanie is at odds with herself, stewing and feeling sorry for herself. During the summer she watched the transformation in her daughter Angela, going from a naïve shy young girl to an outgoing teasing lil slut. Of course, those are her words. Words of jealously. But ever since she met the next door neighbour Ken, her daughter had blossomed into a sexually active and sexually content lil vixen. This troubled Melanie to no end. Not because Angela didn't deserve a man, but simply because Melanie wanted a piece of the action. She wanted a man to love. A man like the man she once loved when she met her hubby, before he became such an asshole. She wanted the wild sex, the experimenting, the multi orgasms, she wanted it all. And when Ken became available, her own daughter beat her to the prize and won his heart. Ever since her husband John moved her to this little jerk water small town Melanie had been discontented. Then he just ups and takes off on his business trips leaving her home and alone, lonely and horny. At least, In the city she was able to cruise the bars and discretely find accommodating studs for a night of fun. Not so here in small town Canada. There was only one bar and the opportunity for a discrete encounter was slim to nil. What made matters even worse, in Mel's mind, her daughter had been home only one day from Uni and met Ken. The rest, as they say, is history. Her daughter had enjoyed a summer of sex. This made Melanie more than jealous. She is downright envious. A smirk on her face. “I'll teach him,” she laughs. “What a real woman is capable of.” The 34 year old mother looks down over her body. Standing before a mirror, she admires her assets. Large D cupped rounded breasts, a narrow waist with long shapely legs. She gives her head a shake, her shoulder length natural blonde hair waving and shimmering. Turning around and looking back over her shoulder the very best asset, in her mind, is the rounded ass, her bubble butt. “Oh gawd I miss having you happy,” she says, speaking to her bum. With all these thoughts confronting her she makes a decision. A visit to Ken is in order. Time to take control of my life and get what I want and just to make sure I do, I'll give him something he is already familiar with. She laughs, the devilish laugh of a woman who is convinced she wins the prize. Heading to her bedroom, disrobing along the way, she steps into her walk-in clothes closet. Looking through her dresses she finds exactly what she is looking for, the White Strapless Matte 'Fuck Me' dress. Muttering 'we'll see who wears this curve hugging tube dress better,' giggling. 'Daughter or mommy? D cup breasts or perky boobs, nice, rounded ass or bubble butt ass? Humm, watcha think Ken?' laughing. Sitting in his kitchen, coffee cup in hand, Ken looks wistfully through the large window overlooking his backyard garden. His thoughts focused on Angela and the wonderfully erotic summer they enjoyed in each other's company. A tingle causing his body to shiver. A female voice calls out, “Howdy neighbour” interrupting his contemplation. A familiar style voice similar to ones he's heard before. “Uh, Neighbour answering,” He yells back. “Come on in,” he says, and muttering to himself, 'right on time.' A tallish woman, mid 30's pokes her nose around the corner. "Hi. I'm Melanie, Angela's mommy.” she says. Waiting for a response, she smiles, looking somewhat awkward while Ken scopes her out. His eyes moving up and down, observing, liking what he sees. “My goodness, like mommy like daughter. I thought Angela was one beautiful woman; but you, mommy; are absolutely gorgeous.” Ken says as he pores on the praise, flattering Melanie to an extent that causes her face to turn beet red. “That dress is made for you and only you!” he says, followed by a long whistle. “Have I embarrassed you?” he asks, standing to face her. “I hope so,” he says, laughing. “The one thing Angela brought to my attention, never failing to mention actually, was how lonely and neglected you are Melanie. Possibly I can help you out with that predicament.” “I; um, was hoping you might.,” she paused, caught by surprise with Kens aggressive nature. She smiles, not missing a beat though, looking so deliciously appetizing in the White Straplesss Tube Dress highlighting her large, rounded breasts. She turns around for him, “You like?” she says, giggling. “No Melanie, I love,” he says, laughing, “and I've been expecting you. May I call you Mel?” “Expecting me, really?” “Uh huh. Big city girl dumped in a small town by a workaholic hubby who knocked you up while you were a young teenager. Not able to do anything discretely like you could before. Lonely, ignored and horny. You, my dear, are Ravishingly gorgeous. And you've been suffering all summer while your daughter got it on with the neighbour. How am I doing so far?” Ken reaches out his arms placing his large hands-on Melanie's hips and leans in to kiss her. Mel responds with a kiss of her own. The long passionate kiss heightens Ken's lust, pulling Melanie closer, hands caressing her ass cheeks. He feins  a 'growl.' Sucking her tongue into his mouth, tongues flirting and teasing; then a 'moan.' Ken sweeps her off her feet and carries her to the living room sofa, laying her down. Standing beside her prone body, eyes eating her up, lust burning in his body. Mel reaches up and plays with his belt buckle, “Wha d'ya got for Melanie?” she implores, big blue eyes smiling up to him. Ken can hardly wait until she gets her answer, which pops out immediately. The large bulbus thick cock springs free from confinement and stands at attention. Ken shoves his jeans down and kicks them away, his lengthy cock waving in the air. Mel quickly goes to work, cupping his manhood in both hands. Ken, meanwhile takes inventory, ogling the luscious woman laying prone before him. Large, rounded breasts dressed seductively in her 'Fuck Me' dress. Long shapely legs. A less than short micro dress covering, barely covering, her gorgeous ass globes. Not able to control his lust any longer, “We'll play later darling. Now, I'm going to fuck your brains out.” he declared. Not asking! Telling! Mel's head shakes yes, “I've wanted this for so long.” she says, Smiling. Ken quickly moves her to the plush carpeted floor. Kneeling between her outstretched legs, holding and guiding his cock to Mel's womanhood. The large cockhead teasing her pubes as he strokes it up and down her damp bushy pussy lips. Mel, with a look of expectation, smiles. Ken smiling, pushes his thick member into her. A long hard thrust and he's in. Mel gasps. Her pussy stretching to accommodate him. White dress bunched around her waist, Ken begins hammering away, piston fucking her. Mel meets his thrusts with her own. Head rolling back and forth. Beads of perspiration on her forehead. Gasping, Moaning, Humping her ass up and down. Ken hammers her fast and furious. Their pent-up lust driving them. Ecstasy building. Orgasms. Melanie cums first, “Argh!” Ken's balls tighten, his cock jerks and erupts. Exploding with a rope of cum. A river of cum. The two satisfied lovers collapsing in a heap on the carpet. Their insatiable lust temporarily satisfied. “Nuth'in like a mommy to help a guy forget her daughter.” Ken laughs. “Here's hoping my hubby plans on lots more business trips,” Mel laughs. “I actually hope he makes himself scarce.” “Oops, speaking of which, I think I hear his car now. Must be home for lunch.” She giggles, “Not as good a lunch as I'm going to have,” her fingers dancing on Ken's cock. Ken smiles, “I wanna go check him out,” he says, standing up, “Come darlin.” Taking Mel's hand, he leads her back into the kitchen to the side window, facing Ken's driveway, right next to John's. With her standing in front of him they look over the driveway and watch as John exits his car. Ken places his hands on Mel's hips pressing his flaccid cock into her bum. “Wonder what he'd say if he knew I just Fucked his wife;” he says, laughing and cupping her ample breasts. “I'm going to own this body, babykins. What do you think of that?” “I love it. You can have me anytime big guy; even now,” she says, giggling. “Ready to go again, are we,” he says, pushing Mel's head to the window, she arcs her back, “Doggy fuck?” she giggles in agreement. She places her hands on the window ledge for leverage. Flaring her bubble butt ass, a juicy muffed pussy peaks up at him; his fingers teasing the folds of skin. Ken slides the white dress over her luscious ass cheeks, his hands caressing. “Gawd, I love your ass, my ass,” he says, laughing, his hands guiding his cock. Running it over her butt cheeks and butt crack, watching it grow in size. He slides it down to her pussy and presses into her. “One man's loss is another man's gain,” he says, shoving his cock into Johns wife's vagina. Mel and Ken fuck. John walks back out to his car. To be continued. by PrairieDad1 for Literotica

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  BestPodcastintheMetaverse.com Canary Cry News Talk #743 05.22.2024 - Recorded Live to 1s and 0s AICCIA | Artificial Osiris, HandyBot, Win11 Watched, Biden Op Deconstructing Corporate Mainstream Media News from a Biblical Worldview Declaring Jesus as Lord amidst the Fifth Generation War! TJT Youtube (backup) Channel: https://www.youtube.com/@TheJoyspiracyTheory The Show Operates on the Value 4 Value Model: http://CanaryCry.Support Join the Supply Drop: https://CanaryCrySupplyDrop.com                   Submit Articles: https://CanaryCry.Report Submit Art: https://CanaryCry.Art Join the T-Shirt Council: https://CanaryCryTShirtCouncil.com Podcasting 2.0: https://PodcastIndex.org Resource: Index of MSM Ownership (Harvard.edu)             Resource: Aliens Demons Doc (feat. Dr. Heiser, Unseen Realm) Resource: False Christ: Will the Antichrist Claim to be the Jewish Messiah Tree of Links: https://CanaryCry.Party   Join the Canary Cry Roundtable   This Episode was Produced By: Executive Producers Sir LX Protocol V2 Knight of the Berrean Protocol*** Sir Igorius Knight of the Squatting Slavs*** Felicia D***   Producers of Treasure BlueLittleDigital, Elle O, Sir Tristan, Sir Scott Knight of Truth, DrWhoDunDat, Misses TinFoilHatMan, Dame Gail, Veronica D, Sir Casey the Shield Knight   CanaryCry.ART Submissions JonathanF, Little Owen, Sir Marti K   CONTENT PRODUCTION (Microfiction etc.) Stephen S - Agent 22 chats with Q on the OC Field Study, “What technology did we use to collapse the green screen in the middle of the livestream?”  Q replies, “Oh, that marvelous piece of work wasn't completely us. We collaborated with the paranormal lab.”    JOLMS - The onboard flight deck listed off its first concern: It displayed: A [ globe ] icon, an [ ∩ ] icon (one could read as ‘intersect') and an [ O3 ] icon” It then paired the three icons with a  [ > ] and [ O2 ] icon.  The Proposal? The [ O3 ] symbol alongside a [ ÷ ] icon. Tiny PAD chirps affirmatively. Bobbing up and down. The flight deck interprets this. Positive.   TIMESTAMPERS Jade Bouncerson, Morgan E   CanaryCry.Report Submissions JAM   REMINDERS Clankoniphius   SHOW NOTES/TIMESTAMPS Basil's opening prayer: 5:55 V / 00 P (from “I'm just going to say a little prayer before the show here.”) HELLO, RUN DOWN 11:58 V / 6:03 P POLYTICKS 13:56 V / 8:01 P RNC headquarters locked down after being sent two vials of blood (NBC)   CIA/AI 20:53 V / 14:58 Ex-tech CEO who manages AI for CIA explains why it's like your ‘crazy, drunk friend' (Fortune)   DAY JINGLE/V4V/EPs/TREASURE 46:29 V / 40:34 P   FLIPPY 1:11:25 V / 1:05:30 P Unitree Humanoid available for $16,000 (Ars Technica)   TOILETS/BEING WATCHED/AI 1:22:59 V / 1:17:04 P Microsoft confirms Windows 11 Recall AI hardware requirements (Windows Lates)   WEF/KLAUS 1:37:45 V / 1:31:50 P WEF Founder Klaus Schwab Stepping Down by 2025 (Bloomberg) Semafor Has the Details (Semafor)   HARRY LEGS 2:14:06 V / 2:08:11 P 9 gaffes Biden in speech WH had to correct, including 'Irrectionists' (DailyMail)   OUTRO 2:22:55 V / 2:17:00 P END  

On this week's Episode, Meghan Henry and co-host Nicky Daly from the Chicago office, talk to Lenore Chouinard, the Director of Liability Claims at HSB - Hartford Steam Boiler. Hartford Steam Boiler is a leading engineering and technical risk insurer providing equipment breakdown and other specialty coverages, inspection services and engineering consulting. HSB provides clients with risk solutions tailored to their needs and strategies to optimize the reliability, lifespan and efficiency of their equipment and operations.

The time has come for hot sun. Hot sun and basking. Hot sun and basking, and listening to crickets. And just sitting, amongst the crickets taking it all in.  This sound scene is of the landscape around Arley station in Shropshire. Under high trees in full leaf. Golden fields as far as the eye can see, glowing in the afternoon sun. Farmland gold. And farmland birds. Bobbing crows. Wood pigeons. And a buzzard. Distant farm machinery working the land.  Distant children playing beyond the station. Distant echoes, that roll across the horizon from a departed steam train that can be heard in episode 187. Down the field there's a man working. Hammer and nails. Knock knock knock. From post to post he goes. Slowly repairing the fence that runs between the hedgerow and the railway line. Knock knock knock. And a rest. And a glance up, at the circling buzzard. No rush. It's hot. There's all the time in the world for this. 

The Peddler & the Fairy: Part 7 Devin introduces the girls to the big city. In 10 parts, by Scholarly Mori. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels. More mountainous and nearly impassable compared to the eastern half of the kingdom, the western region of Lindone was a natural fortress fortified by the jagged peaks of the Snowsquall mountains to the south. This natural border, running the entire length of the country, was intersected only by the Frigid Fingers Peaks that curved northwest. [[MORE]] Along with three valleys that were the only feasible means of travel in the region, the peaks formed a T-shape. Nestled in one of these valleys was Iceford, the second largest city in terms of area but first in population. It was too hilly for farmland and lacked any valuable resources aside from stone, so all other raw materials had to be imported. Its value lay in it's strategic location, being the only practical access point connecting the two halves of the north, allowing them to share their industrial endowments. —---- "So you're telling me your eyes change color in winter, giving you scotopic vision?!?" wondered Devin as Reina led their wagon through the valley leading to Iceford. Reina nodded. Her previously-amber eyes were now sapphire. "It's an adaptation that helps us Whitehorns see better in dim light." Even though it was late morning, the light waned this far north, becoming darker as the sun's warming fingers loosened its seasonal grip. "Whichever color they are, they are lovely." "Thank you, herd-mate." "If I ever add color to my sketches, I'll have to remember that," commented Azalea, sitting next to Devin and working on drawings of everyone they met during their recent escapades on the farm. Devin stretched, glancing at Azalea's progress. "Was Ryna's chest really that big?" She cocked her head to the side. "They were big enough that I couldn't wrap my arms around them, so considering the scale of the drawing, yes. Speaking of which," she grabbed one of the gifted milk bottles. While offering Devin one, she heartily downed the other. "So thick and creamy. Do you want to stop and have some, Reina?" "I appreciate the offer. I will later. I have a good pace going." Reina seemed to have become accustomed to being the sole puller of the wagon. She glowed with healthful vigor as she thoroughly enjoyed the exertion. Azalea returned the bottle to the basket and resumed her work. "I had so much fun at grandpa Gylan's, life-mate!" "Grandpa, huh?" "Yes, grandpa. I've never had one, and he acts like it, or so I imagine what one acts like, and Ellyn was so kind to let me help with the farmwork. I learned a lot about how to milk the satyrs. Which reminds me -- life-mate, we need to have an important talk. "Reina and I were discussing a few things last night, and we decided we want to do more to help, especially me, since Reina is already assisting with the wagon." "What do you mean?" Devin asked. "Food and things." "What did you have in mind?" "Well, we wondered if you could sell our milk," she replied, lightly cupping her breasts. Devin took a swallow of Cyna's milk, considering Azalea's idea. "We could. I don't know what your milk would sell for. I don't think anyone has even considered fairy milk as a possibility, let alone sell it at a market before. We can check the records for any past transactions.'' "I can't speak for the taste as I've never tried it. Also, I'm worried I won't produce very much -- by big people's standards, anyway." "It's not always about quantity. Quality plays an important factor. Connoisseurs will pay a lot for rarity or novelty. We could take a sample and get it appraised. Who knows! We might have discovered and cornered a new niche market, but the first major hurdle is that you're not currently making any." Azalea jumped up. "Not to worry! Two lactation crests coming right up, but we'll have to adjust our affinity-sharing with Reina. I don't have enough for both of you, which means you're going to have to learn how to use the glyph I'm going to re-paint on you." Devin dug around in his pocket. "I asked Jyora to jot down some pointers before we left. Let's see what she wrote." Perusing the neat and stylish penmanship, "Huh. It's not very detailed." 1. Focus (helps to relax) & Visualize 2. Sense & Feel 3. Manipulate & Adjust *Ask Azalea for Assistance "Different people have different approaches, life-mate, so you'll have to find a way that works for you." Azalea got on all fours, her ass swaying happily as she rummaged in her pack for more of her painting tools. Finding what she needed, she sat cross-legged and laid out various accoutrements between them: a small bag of charcoal, a vial of some clear liquid, several darker liquids, and a pestle and mortar set. She poured some charcoal into the mortar, grinding it into a powder with the pestle. "Maybe think of it as something you can touch and move. You kinda have to visualize a stirring motion to both see and use it." In demonstration, she measured some of the charcoal powder into her inkhorn followed by several drops from the clear vial and what might have been a cruse of oil. Then she stirred it with quick motions. "It also helps to be a little horny," Azalia added. Her breasts spilled forward as she bent over to reach for more charcoal. As she sat back, the leaves of her dress parted slightly, giving Devin a peek of her puffy vulva squished against the wagon seat. Unless she was blatant about it, Devin was never sure if her seductiveness was intentional or coincidental. "What do you visualize, Azalea?" She smiled sweetly. "It's changed since I met you." She pumped the handle of her brush suggestively. "I find it easier to imagine a liquid, so naturally, I picture lots of delicious cum, specifically yours, and stirring my fingers through it so it coats them thoroughly, so I can slowly savor every slimy drop." After wiping the drool from her mouth, she checked the consistency of her ink. "I had to make a double batch since Reina might take a larger crest. Are you ready, life-mate?" "I guess," he responded reservedly. "Could you remove your shirt for me, please? You're giving me the 'why' look. Well, aside from enjoying looking at your topless body, I'm going to remove the supplementary crest." She reached into a pouch and rubbed iridescent, flecked powder onto his arm and chest. To Devin's surprise, the markings of the supplementary crest flaked off. "I've been wondering for a while -- won't this come off in water or fade over time?" "If it was left without activating, yes. When you pass affinity through it, it inscribes itself in and on you." Azalea brushed away the last remnants. "Now that I've seen a real glyph in action, I can paint the proper one on you." She straddled his leg, loosened the string on his pants, and pulled them as low as she dared lest she become too distracted. Devin lazily watched her work as she dipped a brush in the ink, and then stiff bristles tickled his skin. He enjoyed her closeness, the weight on his leg, and her body's warmth. "Azalea, you're going to get my lap wet," he teased. "Huh? Oh, sorry, I was so absorbed I didn't notice I was humping you." Devin cocked an eyebrow. "It's true! I kinda just do it when something is between my legs." "I didn't say I didn't like it." He grinned. Azalea playfully ground her hips with a bit more exaggeration. Their playful banter helped to pass the time. Before long, Azalea brushed some hair behind her ear, smudging her cheek with ink. "There we go! All finished," she declared. Devin looked down. Under his navel, a decorative glyph, slightly taller than it was wide, was meticulously painted in the shape of his internal reproductive organs. "Now you just need to learn how to use it. I'll leave you to it. I'm going to start on Reina now." Reina's ears swiveled upon hearing her name. "Do you need me to stop?" "I should be able to manage." Flitting her way under Reina's belly, she ran her hands through the cold, resistant fur. She ascertained a rough idea of the dimensions, but there was another issue -- painting while flying was a hassle. "Life-mate, do you have some rope?" Feeling around the bed of the wagon, he pulled out a frayed coil of rope and held it up. "Will this work?" "I think so." After retrieving the rope, Azalea returned to Reina and wrapped several loops around the Whitehorn's midsection. She left them loose to form a makeshift hammock to support herself. Then she gathered up her tools and carefully laid on her back across the loops. Reina adjusted her gait, attempting to minimize Azalea's swaying. "I've never done this before, and as far as I can remember, no one in my herd possessed any affinity. What's it going to feel like?" "What? The crest or lactating?" "The crest." "It won't feel like anything when it's not active. When it actually starts working, if the girls on the farm are any indication, it will probably feel quite nice." She placed the ink bottle on her tummy, patted down some unruly tufts, and proceeded to paint. Meanwhile, Devin was puzzling things out. Taking a deep breath, he closed his eyes and relaxed his body.'Ok, now what?' He flexed and tensed various parts of his body, trying to detect anything remotely magical. Nothing. "I'm going to need more to go on, Azalea." "Try to paint a picture in your head, something significant or important to you." A hand extended out from under Reina, making broad strokes in the air. 'A picture, huh?' Closing his eyes again, he retreated into his mind:'Let's try envisioning a lake; a tranquil lake, still as a mirror, reflecting the starry sky.' Still nothing. 'What if I add Azalea into the scene, flying just above the water, skimming and frolicking over the surface in an elegant dance, arms swaying gracefully while performing pirouettes?' From there, his imagination took liberties: with crest aglow, she danced amongst the shadows of a cloud-obscured moon. The more she danced, the darker the color of the moon became until it blazed a fiery crimson. Skipping and flitting closer to him, she stopped at eye level with her freckled face flushed, her breath heaving white in the moonlight. A few droplets fell from between her legs, causing ripples as they broke the lake's surface. 'There; what's this feeling? It's warm but very faint. It's barely enough to be called an impression, but now that I'm aware of it, I think I just need to bring it to the surface.' Focusing on the lake, he dipped his mental hands in the warm ripples. The lower he submerged them, the hotter and more viscous they became until he hit something and couldn't reach any deeper. Everything but the water faded into the background. If only he could go just a bit further. He tried digging through the barrier, scooping out the imaginary liquid, but it all just trickled through his fingers. "Basic outline is done," announced Azalea, disrupting his concentration. "Also, you really create a lot of heat, Reina. Some cold night, we should snuggle!" She buried her face into Reina's belly and hummed. Reina had grown increasingly antsy within the last hour. "I; I wouldn't mind doing that. My kind's body temperature increases the colder it gets, s, so our faces get flushed," she purred as she bit her lip, trying to stifle a gasp. "It has led to some rumors t, that we are always a, aroused." "Oh? You mean kind of like now?" "Y, yes, but not from the cold. Azalea, Yo, your feet, " "What about my feet?" she feigned innocence. "They are; are rubbing me down there." "Rubbing your what?" Azalea giggled. "My; my udder." Azalea pressed her small feet into Reina's udder. Her tiny toes kneaded and massaged. "I remember you being sensitive down here and how much I enjoyed playing with this squishy plumpness. Does it feel nice?" "Y, yes, but shouldn't you focus on painting?" "I can do both," she reassured her. "Remember when we first met, how I flicked your cute little teats like this? I'll take those shivers as a yes. I can't wait till they are full and heavy with milk," she cooed. ------------------ As they neared the mountains, their steady progress west saw the terrain transform from milder green valleys to rocky foothills. A narrow mountain ravine stretched out before them. Stocky trees and stubby bushes climbed the edges, giving way to jutting peaks freshly powdered with snow. Reina continued to experience Azalea's full attention as the hours whittled away with each brush stroke during travel. Azalea added the finishing touches and smiled satisfactorily. Wriggling out from under Reina, she flew onto her shoulder and shared, "Definitely the largest crest I've ever drawn, but it looks great. Maybe, if we can find a mirror in the city, I can show you. Now, we just need life-mate to figure his glyph out so we can activate it." Reina leaned her head onto Azalea's and accused, "you love teasing me, don't you?" Tensing, Azalea hesitantly asked, "Did I go too far?" "No; I'm getting used to it, and; I'm kinda liking it," she encouraged her. Azalea, feeling relieved, nuzzled into her. "Only because I love you, you tell me if it's ever too much, ok?" "I will. After it's active, how long before I start producing?" "Depends. For smaller races, a few days. I'd guess maybe a week for you." Azalea nibbled Reina's ear and whispered, "I love warm milk before bed. These tiny fingers are going to have lots of fun extracting it." Reina's heart fluttered at the mental image, but before she could comment, Azalea gave her a swift but passionate kiss on the lips. "I'm going to go check on life-mate. Looks like he's been trying really hard." With that, she flew off, landing on Devin's head. "Making any progress, life-mate?" Devin opened his eyes and looked up at the cheery face looking down. "Sort of. I think I felt something but can't quite grasp it." "Keep trying. I'm sure you'll figure it out. That's more progress than I made during my first time." "What was your first time like?" "Such boldness, life-mate, asking about a girl's first time!" She put her hands to her cheeks, acting embarrassed. She dropped to his thigh and flipped onto her back, her head toward him. The flaps covering her breasts fell to the sides. Walking her fingers up his chest, she hummed, "Maybe I'll tell you about it sometime. I'll just say it was with a girl who needed some; inspiration and first-hand experience." She made a V with her fingers and licked between them. "But for now, life-mate, just keep practicing. The sooner you figure it out, the sooner you get to see these lovely beauties bigger and fuller." She puffed out her chest, squeezing her breasts in her hands. "I wonder how big they'll get? More interestingly, I wonder how much Reina will produce since she has two pairs?!" Reina looked back. "Whitehorn young are considerable eaters. Sometimes we need wet nurses. Some herds make the excess into a drink." "Have you tried any?" "I have not, but I think I remember the recipe." "Maybe we could sell that, too, life-mate!" "Possibly. Some of the local pubs or brewers might be interested." —-------------- The late morning sun was nearing its zenith. It smiled coldly down upon Snowhush Vale. Cut from what the locals called Mammoth Trees, the lofty, double-palisade wall girded the great metropolis that sprawled before the travelers. Lashed together with great bands of iron, the walls slanted sharply inward. It was hewed with a thicker base than the top. Its purpose was the same as most walls -- to keep unwanted things out. Instead of invasion or attack, however, it was a defensive measure against avalanches. Devin shielded his eyes from the sun's reflection off the snow. A line of people serpentined outward from the gate, waiting their turn to enter the city. "What's with the line, life-mate?" Azalea asked. "Just a routine checkpoint for non-citizens. It shouldn't take long." The trio took their place at the back of the line with the wagon, behind a pair of gossipy-sounding ant girls. "Oh, life-mate, don't they look cute with their pickaxe and miner hats?" whispered Azalea. She flew over to land on Reina's antlers to get a better look. Partially armored in a glossy black carapace that matched their pupil-less eyes, they were harnessed to massive wagons laden high with ore. Strapped to their backs were shovels. Each of them had one of their four limbs holding a mattock against their shoulders while two limbs rested on the runners of their wagon. Their antennae animatedly pointed at different people in the line as they held each other's free hand, giggling between themselves. "Antabelle, see that gorgeous unicorn with the silky white fur and jeweled coronet over there? The one next to the handsome Griffin women bodyguard; do you think she's a princess from the royal family?" "Maybe? What could they be doing so far from the capital?" her friend replied. "I don't know. Maybe they secretly eloped and are fleeing the country to escape an overprotective family member." "Such a romantic adventure would make a great bard tale, wouldn't it? Can you imagine if our princess did that, or worse yet, the queen? There'd be chaos! I'd have to find a new colony. Smearing your scent to all your new co-workers can be such a chore too." "I can sorta understand from the queen's perspective, though. Her highness has so many attendants it looks a bit smothering. Sometimes you just want to get out of the nest for a while and stretch your legs." "Don't you mean spread your legs?" her friend tittered. "Well, that too, but sometimes don't you crave the excitement when digging a new tunnel, hoping to find something amazing? And suddenly discovering it?" "Not me. I'd love to be a queen, just lazing around all day, pumping out eggs while all the girls fawn over my body." "You always did like a good fingering after work." "I won't deny that, but also smearing my scent all over you, so everyone in the colony knows what we did, just feels so naughty." "You have plenty to spare, even after dripping your scent trail all the way from home." Devin looked below the wagon. An evenly-spaced trail of droplets stained the ground. "I know a store in town that sells toys to stuff that slutty hole. Should we go check it out?" Azalea couldn't hear what the one named Antabelle whispered to her friend, but it was enough to make her friend blush and lick her lips. Losing interest in the two, Azalea smoothed Reina's hair. "Reina would make a lovely queen with a crown and flowing dress." "She doesn't need a crown. She's already our queen," complimented Devin "That she is, life-mate, and I love pampering her." "I think your idea of pampering is different from most," Devin taunted. "Nu-uh. Pamper is gratifying tastes, appetites, or desires. We both know Reina can't reach back there and is usually too shy to ask, so when we are on the road, it falls to me to take care of her sexy-time needs." "But you just end up teasing her without the gratifying part." "I'm building up her tolerance for edging, so when she does cum it'll be all the more satisfying," she said smugly. "You know I'd rather be the one pampering you two," interjected Reina meekly. Azalea stroked Reina's hair. "When the opportunity presents itself, I'll let you to your heart's content." Returning to people-watching, Azalea enjoyed her front row seat to everything she'd only ever read in books. "I've never seen so many humans in one place!" "Nor so many different demi-humans. How many people live here, herd-mate?" "Hmm. The last census put the population at around a hundred thousand with a split of three-to-one, with demi-humans outnumbering humans." "How do so many people manage to live together in one place?" Reina asked. "Sometimes not easily. Iceford's early history was tumultuous. Its rapid growth was very chaotic and disorganized, almost to the point of anarchy. Some semblance of civic management was needed, but how do you go about finding a form of hierarchy everyone is ok with?" "You'd need to find a common basis point," suggested Reina. "Correct. They formed a council with select representatives from each species. Initially, there was concern this wouldn't be welcomed by those who lived in swarms, herds, colonies, and other large-group-oriented races since they have a more monarchy or top-down hierarchy, but this turned out to be a moot point since those demi-humans felt Iceford was too confining and opted to live elsewhere. They do retain relationships through trade and consultation, though." Devin reached into his vest and pulled out a small, flat metal plate attached to a chain around his neck. "What's that, life-mate?" "It's my citizen and guild membership identification." "Can I see?" Azalea flew over, and she held it up to the light after he handed it to her. She marveled at the craftsmanship. It was double-sided and gold plated with embossed silver filigree twisted in interweaving vines along the edges. Written in liquefied obsidian was his citizen information: Devon Ebonplume, Human, Male Weight: 158 Ibs | Height 5' 8" Birth Date: Spring 24, 3610 Year of the Dryad Citizen of Iceford On the opposite side was the same decorated border. Etched on the right half was a cart loaded with cargo. Amidst the cargo, standing tall, was a pair of scales chiseled from an amethyst. Resting on one plate was a stack of coins, and on the other, a milk jug. In glossy text, on the left half, was written: Merchant Guild Member Amethyst Rank Subsidy Commodities & Milk Distributor Azalea's eyes sparkled as she commented, "It's beautiful!" "I'm glad you think so because you and Reina will be getting one." "We will?! Why?" "It'll be useful for skipping the obligatory guard checkpoints, and they imply a degree of trust that you are a person who'll maintain the laws within the city, so certain government employees might be more generous with their time." "Also, it'll denote we are a family, though maybe we should wait. If we really can sell your milk, we might register you with the merchant guild at the same time. It'll give you discounts at certain businesses." Azalea held it up to her body. "I won't be able to carry it if it's this big." "I'm sure they'll make one for your size. There is no small number of craftsmen available." Finally next in line, Devin flashed his ID to the guardsman. His hauberk was emblazoned with a sundial. In each quarter of the sundial were the emblems of the city's prosperity: an anvil & hammer, needle & thread, saw & plane, bread & milk. Recognizing the well-traveled merchant, the guardsman waved him on, giving the two girls inquisitive looks. They passed under the massive, arched gateway and ventured past several chiseled statues, each engaged in a specific craft. Reina leaned over and scanned a placard: Bruni Leadfoot, Guild master "Who are all these statues of herd-mate?" "Guild masters, crafters of renown, experts in their field who contributed greatly to the city who helped found the different guilds. Since the cities founding, there are statues and monuments all over the places." The entryway of statues widened into an expansive plaza with people milling about, chatting, relaxing, and some enjoying an early lunch. "Everything is so huge!" exclaimed Azalea. She darted every which way, attempting and failing to take in everything at once. "I want to know about everything, life-mate!" "Everything is a bit much," laughed Devin. "Well, there are four main districts: the Entertainment District in the northwest, the Manufacturing District in the southwest, old town in the southeast, and right now, we are entering the northeastern gate of the Commons District." Great lodges with steep A-frame roofs lined the road. Azalea noted many of the two- and three-story buildings' top floor possessed a door stepping out onto a very unsafe-looking porch. "Why do most of these buildings have a door up there, life-mate? They seem very inaccessible to anyone who can't fly." "That's precisely who they are for. There is a large population of winged demi-humans in the city who make homes up there." "They look cozy. Does Mavis live in one?" "No, she still lives at home with her parents; says it's more cost-effective." "Are we going to see her today?" "Yep, her office is in the entertainment district on the other side of the city." The trio ambled along the well-tended cobbled street. It gently sloped upward until they were above even the tallest building behind them. A trestled stone bridge came into view that was wide enough for three of Devon's wagons to cross side-by-side. "Reina, when you get to the bridge, try to stay on the left side. This is one of the best views in the city." In silent response, Reina angled the wagon, pulling up alongside the parapet near the center, and halted. The grand manufacturing capital of the north stretched out below. Wisps of smoke gently rose into the sky from the many cottages lining the busy streets. Comparable to the rings of a great tree, avenues and alleyways separated by homes and businesses encircled the city. Three of the largest thoroughfares, running parallel to each other, were paved darker and appeared better-maintained than the innumerable other connecting roads. The two outer roads were wider and sandwiched the narrower middle one. "Breathtaking," voiced Reina with awe. Azalea eye's sparkled. "I can't believe people could build all this!" "Then, would it surprise you to learn that the lake in the center was dug manually?" Azalea's jaw dropped. "It's called Chill Mirror Lake. The original river was fed by runoff from the mountains. Over time, the river was widened and deepened as a way to tame the waters during the spring melt until it became that lake. Now, the river and its tributaries double as a way to ferry goods between the various craftsmen within the city. "Centuries ago, there used to only be a small village here, surviving mostly through tolls ferrying people across during late and early winter when the waters were high." "And what's that above it?" asked Reina, pointing to an opulent complex of buildings. "That's where the city council and administration reside. I guess you could say that is where the city leaders physically and metaphorically keep an eye over the city." In the center of the lake, sitting atop mighty granite pillars sunk deep into the lakebed, were a cluster of ice-covered edifices surrounding a monumental tower. Clock faces pointed in each cardinal direction at its peak. Four arched bridges extended in the intercardinal directions, connecting to each district. Another set of bridges, running north and south, connected to H-shaped warehouses on the shores. Azalea tore her eyes away from the vista and fluttered to the edge. Far below was an unnaturally smooth ravine with a strong, flowing river. "Are those mermaids, life-mate?" she queried excitedly. "Describe them for me." Azalea set her hands on the stone guardrail and squinted, "Gills on their neck, some near their ribs. Scales on parts of their shoulders and partially around their stomach. Some look to have a big fish tail, others look like they have two." "The ones with a single tail are merfolk. The others are sahagins. They have a pair of legs with fins and can walk short distances on land. Under this bridge is the lake's exit point. Loaded barges are sent north downriver, where they'll merge into one of the fjords before finally meandering to the ocean. Once unloaded, the aquatic demi-humans bring it back." Azalea jumped back aboard the wagon, unnecessarily scrambling up onto Devin's head to make as much physical contact as possible. There, she laid flat on her belly and stroked his cheek. "Hi, life-mate," she sang. "Hi, Azalea. Having fun?" "More than I can say, but it's only extra fun because I get to experience it with you two!" Reina stretched her arms. "I feel the same way, Azalea. Even though our meeting was unorthodox, I wouldn't be here if not for you two. I'd probably still be with my herd, wondering if I'd become an old spinster mare. What are we going to do first, herd-mate?" "Let's see; we should stop by the guild since it's closest. Then we can drop the special order off with the alchemist and collect the money to give Mavis to deliver to Gylan. Depending on the request that Mavis received, we might have time for some shopping." Reina set off again, descending the arched bridge. With Devin's guidance, she turned onto a connecting road, carefully threading her way downhill. Less distracted by the sights and more self-conscious, she noticed many curious glances from passersby. Before they even exited the side road they were on, the murmur of countless voices met their ears. Reina came to an abrupt stop, almost colliding with a river of people flowing to and fro among the various stalls, storefronts, and each other in an organized cacophony of bodies. Sharp barks from vendors, shouts from customers haggling over goods, and the hollering of advertisers formed the general din of the middle ring of the city. Reina motioned, 'this way?' to avoid yelling over the noise. Devin responded with a nod. Soon after crossing the deafening street, the noise faded into the background. They continued even further down the slope they were descending, arriving at the inner ring. Two burly dockworkers carrying lumber hustled past them. They were followed by a small, brown-hooded figure with a long, hairless tail. "This is arguably the busiest ring of the city. Here, all the freight and shipments are ferried around to their respective clientele," Devin related. A moment later, a large bell tolled, causing ripples over the water as it echoed throughout the city to alert residents it was noon. Presiding near the clock faces above the bell were six stone gargoyles. They were female in design, and their large, stone, bat-like wings acted as cloaks around their muscular bodies. Four sets of horns, one pair smaller than the other, adorned their heads. They perched on fearsome-looking claws gripping the tower's ledge. Most noticeable were creepy calligrapher's brush-stroked marks, unseen during the day, glowing orange along portions of their bodies. Rumors and mysteries abound about whether the gargoyles were alive or not. On more than one occasion, Devin had felt eyes on him when he visited the council building. Once, he swore that one had changed position. Due to the height of the tower, though, he couldn't be sure. "Is that where we'll receive our ID?" "Yes, Reina, for citizenship. The other side of the ID is done at one of the two guilds -- those two buildings there." To their right was one of the H-shaped buildings they had seen from the hill. A weathered sign hung above a smudged glass window: Merchant Guild Headquarters. Approaching it, she realized it was more storage than an office building. Surrounding the many multi-story warehouses were colossal wind and watermills powering equally immense cranes. "It's a very impressive building," Reina observed. "It is. The merchant guild handles distribution orders of raw materials to the various artisans and tradesmen around the districts. The craftsman guild is on the south end. They manage the exports of finished goods to places outside the city. "Reina, pull the wagon around to the side unloading dock. I'm just going to step inside and let them know we have cargo to unload." "Ok, herd-made." Azalea sprawled on Reina's back. "This place is amazing, isn't it? I haven't even seen a fraction of it, and I feel exhausted." "It certainly does feel a bit overwhelming," Reina remarked. Amidst the flurry of activity, Azalea noticed two beady red eyes peeking at them from between two crates. She sat up to get a better look, but several people passed by blocking her gaze, and by the time they crossed, the mysterious eyes were gone. "Reina, what would you say if I said someone was watching us?" "I'd say there have been many people staring at us since we arrived. You know we are a rarity in these parts. Was this particular person different in some way?" "I guess not, though I couldn't really see anything but their eyes." "Probably just a curious townsperson wanting a look." Devin returned a few minutes later. "We can leave the wagon. They'll send someone to unload it later. Shall we walk?" Azalea jumped to the ground, strutting a few steps before exaggeratedly heaving for air." I disapprove of this suggestion," she joked, acting silly. Devin scooped her up, cuddling her. "The view under your dress is much better when you're flying, anyway." Azalea did a little twirl in the air. "And when you're tired, then you are always welcome to ride on me." "I can? I know something I'd love to ride someday," She said in a husky voice. "One day, my little nymph." He kissed her forehead and put her on Reina's back. "I'll unharness you, Reina." After grabbing their belongings, they retraced their steps, arriving back at the thronged shopping district. There, they altered their course and made their way counter-clockwise around the city. "This area looks different than the other, life-mate, even though it's the same street," Azalea observed. "Different neighborhoods have their own unique flare to them. Also helps to differentiate where you are. This one likes to feature lit lanterns and colored paper streamers over the street. Gives it a warm, inviting ambiance." With Devin leading the way, they zigzagged their way through back alleys and disorienting pathways, arriving at the more subdued edge of the manufacturing district. Making a final turn, they arrived at a dead end. Eroded brick and vines ornamented a heavily-knotted walnut door. A faded metal sign read: Owl Things Potionary. "Is that supposed to be a pun, life-mate?" "Yes, it was all I could come up with." "You came up with it?" "This Is where my alchemist friend lives. She couldn't think of a name, so I offered some suggestions." "Maybe we can persuade her to change it," chuckled Azalea. "I'm not a spur of the moment type of thinker," Devin admitted and shrugged. "Just a heads up, my friend has had a secluded upbringing, so she talks and acts a little; odd." At that, Devin reached for the handle. The hinges complained loudly as he nudged it open. They stepped into the dimly-lit room, and his nose was assaulted by the familiar, pungent scent of sulfur, preserving agents, acids, and others he couldn't identify. Long, short tables, covered in a hodge-podge of jars, bottles, beakers, and all manner of tools and apparatuses, ran the room's perimeter. Hanging over a square fire pit were several cauldrons, some bubbling actively and others slowly simmering. Azalea was the first to notice a figure standing at one of the tables, looking very engrossed in their work. Tugging at Devin's collar, she pointed to the corner. "Life-mate, " Upon hearing an unexpected voice, the figure spun its head backward. Azalea nearly fell off Devin's shoulder in surprise at the unnatural movement. The head's body soon joined in facing their way. The odd figure proceeded to walk-hop over to the trio. It was a rather cute-looking motion until they tripped over their long robe in the process, landing face down on the floor. Springing back up, they closed the distance, in the same manner, as if nothing had happened. Stopping within a comfortable, conversational distance, they pushed their hood back. Two wide, piercing eyes blinked at them from within a feathery, saucer-shaped face. The short, little boreal owlchemist adjusted her brass magnifiers. She rummaged through her apron pockets, bulging with corked beakers, bundles of dried herbs, and other paraphernalia. She pulled out a worn notebook, glancing at it. With an earnest voice, seemingly at odds with her expressionless face, she stated: "It has been 30 days, 12 hours, and, " she glanced at a wall clock, "7 minutes since the Young Patron last visited. This one is joyful you have returned safe." Bobbing her head curiously at Reina and Azalea, she fluffed her white and brown feathers, exemplifying a very thick physique. "This one's name is Jeni-feather, alumna from Queen's Tundra Academy. Minor field of study: alchemical fluid dynamics. Major field of study: practical applications for golemantic peripherals. Latest hobbies: interactive, experimental studies in cross-species mating, and soon to be Young Patron's semen extractor." "You're gonna be my what?!" Devin asked, startled. Azalea jumped up into the air about to barrage Jeni with questions when Devin grabbed her. "Now hold on Azalea, I'm pretty sure I know what you're thinking, but before you start wanting to ask to join in, let me get some clarification." Azalea clamped her hands over her mouth. Devin took a deep breath. "Jeni, would you like to elaborate on what you mean by that and why the sudden change in hobbies? Last time I was here, you were completely infatuated with documenting all of the tiny things you saw under your magnifying device." "Young Patron is not wrong. The recent investigation into the world of things too small to be seen with the naked eye was most curious. The surfaces of many objects, including blood and organisms in water, were insightful, but of particular interest was semen. The variation in smell, the gelatinous consistency, as well as the power to create life, has stirred a particularly strong desire for further academic understanding!" Jeni's statement was accompanied by short motions of her head to look at each of her visitors, but primarily Devin. "Wait; is that why you special-ordered from Gylan's farm?" he exclaimed in realization. "Partially. As the major ingredient for affinity replenishment tinctures, funds are needed to subsist during the interim until this one can collect her own samples to further her hobby. As the second most trusted and only male friend, this one has chosen Young Patron as the primary donor," she declared matter-of-factly. Devin mouth hung open, speechless. Jeni continued, "But this one lacks the necessary knowledge to extract such a precious substance, so this one has attended establishments and gleaned material about human courtship to learn human's complicated mating rituals. She has practiced with her egg hole almost every night to learn skills and techniques she is certain Young Patron will find pleasing during the extraction process. "In order to encourage Young Patron's participation, this one listened to lectures from professors in the oratory arts of human romance and attended interactive lessons in order to better learn efficient methods for extraction." Azalea, no longer able to contain herself, blurted out, "Hi, Miss Feath, " "Jeni," she cut in. "Young Patron's companions may call this one Jeni." "Jeni, my name is Azalea, and this is Reina! I, too, am very interested in the study of interspecies mating! I'd love to hear more about what you learned!" Jeni, pleased that another was interested in her research, hopped closer. "Choices for establishments were based on popularity and strictly-human participants. At first, this one was given many strange looks, possibly due to being the only demi-human attending." "A few of the patrons inquired as to this one's purpose for being there. After informing them, she received several solicitations for assistance from several males, but they were ultimately declined as this one was interested only in observation and note-taking." "Further prompting and encouragement finally led this one to accept the offers for extra samples. The process was disagreeable, though, and led this one to theorize that human males have poor hand-eye coordination as they kept expelling their semen all over this one's feathers instead of the collection vials." Devin sighed. "So, in short, you listened to licentious bardic songs to learn how humans have sex and then went to a brothel known for orgies and got tricked into being covered in strangers' semen." Jeni nodded. Azalea had pulled her notebook out from somewhere and was rapidly drawing rough sketches of the scenes as she imagined them. "What else did you learn?" she asked excitedly. Jeni blinked several times, searching her memory for a response to Azalea's question. "This one was startled by the extensive number of positions humans possess for mating as well as made confused over the particular appreciation given to the fatty lumps female mammals possess on their chests." Jeni stared at Reina's and even Azalea's more-than-modest bosoms. Placing her wings against what appeared to be a very voluminous and pillowy chest, she applied a little pressure on her feather down, deflating the trapped air. "This one does not possess such an attribute. Additional observation of a large percentage of the participating males indicated a preference to insert their breeding rod into the excretory hole in addition to the breeding hole. This one theorizes that her egg-hole might be viewed as superior as it is multipurpose and can satisfy both desires at once!" she posited, sounding strangely proud of this theoretical revelation. "The recollection even now makes this one salivate from her lower hole in intellectual curiosity." As if to drive home the point, she spun around, lifted her tail high in the air, and pushed aside her downy feathers revealing a tightly-closed cloaca. "Jeni, you might just be aroused?" suggested Reina. Devin stared at her wrinkled opening. From between her legs, Jeni's unabashed expression was ascertaining his reaction. "This one is ready to collect Young Patron's samples at any time." "Jeni, aren't you embarrassed in front of strangers?" Devin asked. "This one can smell the arousal from little Azalea, and Reina's body language suggests she is shocked but not averse to observing more." Devin looked at Reina, who shrugged bashfully. "Does Young Patron not like this one's egg hole?" "No; I mean, yes; I mean, it's a very beautiful shade of pink." "This one has read of distant lands where spectacles are performed for those who wish to see the egg-laying process. This one is more than willing to present a close-up example of how it is done in exchange for Young Patron's samples." Devin was losing this battle and quite a bit of his composure when Azalea flew to the floor, landing between Jeni's legs. She admired the inviting orifice above her head. Looking into Jeni's upside-down face, she offered, "Your egg hole is very pretty." Then she lifted up the leaf covering her own cunt. "Thank you, small one. Your breeding slit is also very aesthetically pleasing." "Might I suggest spreading your hole a little for added motivation?" "This one is unable to due to the limited dexterity of her wings. If this one had an apprentice, " "I'd be more than happy to be your assistant! In fact, I've recently had some experience! May I?" Jeni nodded. Azalea stood on her toes and spread her wide. "She's really tight, life-mate. Such a rosy color, not quite wet enough, but that shouldn't be hard to fix!" Devin, by now, had his face firmly applied to his palm. "Azalea, Jeni, we have many errands to run before nightfall. Maybe we should continue this at a later time?" coaxed Reina. "Yes," they both said in unison. Azalea reluctantly stepped away, and Jeni put her tail down and turned around. "This one, as per previous arrangement, ordered the mating secretions and milk from a female sheepgirl and a satyr male." Devin handed her the wooden box containing her order. Lifting the lid, she extracted the phial of semen and vials of pre-cum. Then she pushed her goggles down and held them up to the light. "These are most adequate. This one thanks you for your continued patronage and is glad for your support in furthering her livelihood." She pulled out a small purse. "Ten vols, as per the current market price." Devin took the square coinage and remarked, "You know you are more than welcome, Jeni." He pulled the little owl in a warm embrace. "It was good seeing you again. We have another appointment, so we must be off." Jeni didn't let go. "Thi, this one would like to request another order." "Of the same thing?" "This one requests an order of mermaid caviar." "Coastal goods, huh? Sure. Any time limit?" "No time restraints." "Alright. I'll be heading up there in a few weeks," he said. Jeni squeezed harder, looking like she desperately wanted to say something but hesitating to vocalize the words for a few moments. "This one would like to inquire how long Young Patron and company is going to remain in the city." "Maybe about three weeks," Devin replied. "Has reservations been made at any place of lodging?" "Not yet." "Is everything all right, Jeni?" asked Azalea. "This one rarely interacts with others and has a strong desire to offer you lodging until you are ready to leave," she blurted out. Devin looked at Reina, who smiled and nodded. Azalea hovered behind Jeni, nodding enthusiastically as she stroked the feathery head. "Alright, we'll try not to get too much in the way." Jeni's eyes lit up. "This one will be a good host and will prepare rooms for everyone." He added to her head pats. She closed her eyes, relishing the affection. "We do have another appointment. Can we leave our bags here?" Jeni held out her wings. They all handed over the bags they wouldn't need in town. Struggling to carry the load, Jeni waddled over to an open corner of her work table and set their things down. "We'll be back," Devin announced. Leaving Jeni's, the trio headed northwest toward the entertainment district. "Your friend is so cute and has the most interesting hobbies, life-mate!" "I'm sure she would be happy to hear you say that. She doesn't get much of a chance to share her interests with others. She was adopted by an eccentric golemancer who shunned the public, so her only friends growing up were golems he had created. Mavis and I met her when we were younger. She was insatiably curious about the world, very observant and quiet, but when she did talk, she lacked any tact or delicacy when conversing with people. She didn't do it maliciously; she just lacked experience. Mavis devoted herself to helping her acclimate to society as best she could. She left for academy a few years after I became an independent merchant, so we lost contact until she returned and opened up her shop." "She seemed rather insistent we stay with her. Is she lonely, life-mate? Why not bring her with us on our journeying?" "Several reasons, really. She's well-established here and has a successful business. While being a traveling merchant is a lot of sitting, the stress of traveling in all kinds of weather and unforeseen circumstances does take a toll. She doesn't have the strongest constitution, so it would be hard on her. Most importantly, she has her dream of creating her own golem." "Is that hard to do?" "I don't know the details, but the materials needed are not cheap. Actually building it, I hear, can take years or even decades. She wouldn't be able to accomplish that if she traveled around with us. I do feel bad that I can't be around more often to spend time with her," Devin admitted. "How about we do something fun with her while we are here?" Azalea proposed. "Like what?" asked Reina. Azalea rested her chin on her hand. "I don't know. I'll think of something." "Returning to the rest of our errands, are we going to see Mavis now, herd-mate?" "Yes, her office should be about twenty minutes from here." "Which way?" "Turn right and head north." With the exception of Reina, the trio had a chance to stretch their legs and wings. The clumped groups of stores and endless throngs of people became more sparse as they went farther north. The road and walkways became cleaner and spacious houses, decadent with costly cedar and intricate engravings, lined the more expansive streets. "Is this the right district, herd-mate?" "Yes. Locals humorously divide it up into two sections: the quiet and the loud. The quiet area is where the affluent live -- government officials and other high rankers in society -- and the loud area is coming up." Passing under a nondescript archway, lively music and laughter drifted through the air. "Oh! Musicians!" cried Azalea. "And a great many street performers," added Reina. Humans and Demi-humans, dressed in colorful regalia, gathered around the many entertainers and food stalls lining the streets, enjoying the gaiety and festivities. Azalea looked around, a bit mystified. "Mavis works here, mate?" "Yes. That building in the distance." Devin stopped and pointed up to a spire of white and blue that rose five stories above them. On each level were small porches with doors, similar to the residences they had seen earlier. They approached the tower and entered a set of double doors, triggering a sharp ringing to announce their entrance. Inside, smartly-dressed foot couriers were sorting through boxes and letters. "Why are they all wearing different colored uniforms, herd-mate?" "To differentiate between the delivery categories: blue and white is for regular mail, yellow with purple trim for express, and purple with yellow trim is for priority. For a slightly higher fee, express is a favorite option. Only a handful of applicants qualify for the last one." "Doesn't Mavis wear those colors?" asked Reina. "Yes, she does. To be ranked a priority deliverer, a large degree of trust and discreteness is required. Most of the items being delivered by these few are very costly or rare items that require speed and special care to get to their destination." "Mavis doesn't seem like a discreet type of person." "Despite her very airy behavior, she takes her job quite seriously. She is one of the elite delivery harpies who has never lost or been late delivering a package." Devin stepped up to the front desk. Without looking up, a stern old-looking looking secretary with tired eyes requested, "Send or receive?" "Appointment," was Devin's response. Pausing her wax sealing, she looked up over her glasses. "With who?" "Mavis Ebonplume." "And you are?" "Devin Ebonplume. Brother." She looked him up and down dubiously. Devin held out his ID car, anticipating the need. She shook her head and directed, "Top floor; NOT the roof; room E20." "Thank you." Heading to a circular staircase on their left, Reina tentatively put a hoof on the first step. "Can this support me?" "It should be able to. There are certain standards for civic buildings to allow accessibility for all types of demi-humans, including the four-footed ones." She added more weight, still tentative. When nothing happened, she slowly took several more steps. "Seems alright." Without any incident, they arrived on the fifth floor. Searching for Mavis' office, they found it near the northeast side. Devin knocked, but not hearing an answer, he pushed open the door. That yielded a surprisingly organized room, aside from a pile of clothes in the corner, void of Mavis. As Devin stepped in, Mavis was exiting a co-worker's office down the hallway. Seeing Reina standing in her office doorway, she sidled up to her, and gave her a quick hug. Motioning for her to be quiet, she snuck up behind Devin as he turned around. Giving a cry of joy, she jumped into his arms. As he grabbed her shapely thighs, in surprise, to support the sudden weight that landed on him, she wrapped her wings around him. Then she tilted his head back and locked her luscious lips over his. Making good on her promise from when she had met them on the road. A firm tongue requested access to his mouth. Knowing it would be futile to resist, he granted her access. Their tongues danced around one another as her familiar scent washed over him, conjuring nostalgic memories of sad times when he was alone, and her family took him in, of happy times when she complimented his cooking, and even of confusing times when he was unsure what her underlying feelings were, under all the teasing. Mavis broke the kiss. Their breaths were heavy as they stared at each other. She normally wore her mask and armor of confidence and self-sufficiency well, and she had the talent and foresight to back it up, but the mask slipped ever so slightly. Giving him pause, her sharp ruby eyes showed concern. The way her wings grasped him as if she wanted something of him but was afraid he would disappear at the mention of it reminded him of a similar time thirteen years ago, when he was eighteen, and she had turned twenty one. She was procrastinating on certain life decisions. Her parents and family were putting pressure on her about her future, but the feather that finally broke the harpie's back was the suddenness of her first egg-laying. As far as Devin could remember, that was the first time she had shown him that his older sister, while much less than most people, sometimes wanted someone to just be there and to know that he had her back when she needed it. Surprised by how intently he was looking at her, as if reading her thoughts, she released him and straightened her hat. The mask was firmly back in place. "Now that's a proper family greeting," she cooed. Azalea flew up, twiddling her thumbs, "Um, can I have one too?" "Of course, my new little-sister-in-mischievousness." Parting her lips, she let Azalea take the lead. Her tiny tongue lapped happily at Mavis'. The kiss didn't last nearly as long as with Devin, but Azalea was happy, nonetheless, at feeling included. "I originally started this to tease Devin, but maybe we should make it a family tradition," she laughed. "Well, that's two of three." She turned her attention to Reina out of politeness at not excluding her. Believing her being shy and more reserved than Azalea and that she would turn her down, she was taken aback when Reina actually nodded shyly. It wasn't often Mavis was thrown off her game. She stepped toward the tall Whitehorn, unsure how to proceed. Reina bent down. Their kiss was tentative at first, letting their lips feel each other out. As they warmed to each other, Mavis prodded with her tongue, looking for Reina's comfortability limit. Soon, the two women were going at it passionately. Azalea had recovered and flapped up to her usual perch on Devin's shoulder. "I didn't expect Reina to actually do it, too. That's actually pretty hot." "I wasn't, either. I think she'd show a formidable personality if she were just a bit more assertive." "I do love the shy, passive Reina, but if she ever wants to do anything to me, I'm totally letting her." "Once she becomes fully comfortable with you, she might just do that." The Whitehorn and harpy finally came up for air somewhat reluctantly. They let the feeling linger a second before pulling away from each other. "It's very rare when someone can get me hot and bothered, my dear. You certainly know how to kiss!" "This was only my third time." "Really? Must be a natural talent. Who was your first?" "Herd-mate." "And your second?" "Azalea." "I'm glad to see you three are getting along so well, but enough playing. We should probably get to the business at hand, or Devin might chastise me for taking work too lightly again." She winked at him. She went to her desk. Sitting down, she opened a drawer and withdrew a scrap of parchment. Then she handed it to Devin, pulled out a small pouch of what sounded like money, and set it on the desk. Devin scanned the note. "This says they would like to discuss the possibility of me being a broker for a long-distance trade negotiation between two parties, and they would like to discuss the details over dinner at Whitegold." Mavis pushed the bag toward him. "What's this?" Devin queried, making no motion to take the pouch. "A foreshadowing of what kind of profit this deal could lead to. Also, since the meeting place requires you to dress up, a reimbursement for formal clothing." "What's wrong, life-mate?" "Few things are scarier to a merchant than money given before a job is finished." Mavis pulled the drawstring

People behind a multi-million pound seafront development in Folkestone are using hawks to scare away seagulls.We're told it's to prevent them from nesting when they can become territorial and aggressive.Also in today's podcast, we're bring warned to expect delays this long weekend as millions of people get away for the Easter holidays.Figures from the AA show travel is set to peak on Saturday - with more than 18 million of us taking to the roads. We've been speaking to  the Kent and Medway Resilience Forum to find out how they're preparing.There are also concerns a new entry exit system due to come into force this Autumn will cause further delays at the Port of Dover.Bosses have been meeting with local traders to explain what measures they're putting in place.As council tax bills start to land on doormats across Kent, residents in two areas might be shocked to see a significant increase.Bobbing and Hartlip parish councils have upped their part of the payment by as much as 173% - we've been getting reaction.Chatham's MP is taking on a cycle ride later to raise money for the Kent Air Ambulance.Tracey Crouch is joining the dad of a young woman from her constituency who died in a crash two years ago.This weekend marks the 40th anniversary of the closure of Chatham Dockyard.For more than 400 years it was the heart of north Kent, employing generations of skilled workers.In sport, Gillingham start the long Easter weekend with a game at Priestfield tomorrow afternoon.They'll hope to make it a run of three games without a defeat as they welcome Crewe Alexandra. We've been catching up with head coach Stephen Clemence and owner Brad Galinson.

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Brand Strategist, Podcast Host, and Founder of Brand Compass, Shelley Röstlund has been invited to speak to an auditorium of peers in April for the You Are the Media Creator Day in Poole, Dorset and she's asked me to help her speak with confidence and get performance ready! This includes helping her shape an engaging, entertaining, and insightful 20-minute talk.   Shelley has been on stage before but found the experience uncomfortable. We discuss why she thought it necessary to work with a coach, how she's feeling with the event on the horizon and about the process I'm taking her through. She also tells me about her fear of the ‘bobbing' heads beyond the lights, the fear of not being funny and her past 'blank trauma'. I offer her some solutions and listen as she shares the story behind her talk and the video that prompted event organiser, Mark Masters  to ask her to speak.     If you're about to give a talk or presentation and want to speak with confidence. Or if speaking to your audience is something you want to do more of, but fear is holding you back, then my conversation with Shelley will answer some of your questions. To find out more about Shelley: https://shelleyrostlund.com To hear her speak at the You Are The Media Creator Day: https://www.creatorday.uk Follow her on Instagram and find the video that inspired the talk: https://www.instagram.com/shelleyrostlund/ I'm Jackie Goddard, a speaker (and acting) coach, speaker, content writer and creator. I can get you performance ready and excited about speaking to your audience. So, if you want to talk more in '24 get in touch.

One of the biggest sports fans you'll ever meet, Market President Leigh Anne Lanier lands gems of wisdom like Steph Curry lands free throws in this elite episode. Bobbing and weaving between the importance of agility, adaptability, and a willingness to embrace change, Leigh Anne lays out how to build self-mastery and a winning team - with an emphasis on thinking bigger and playing bigger.  

Photos by Brian Skerry Can you imagine what it would be like to swim with a whale? Gliding beneath the blue ocean waves. Bobbing gently as a huge, graceful animal pulls you along. It would be truly magical to explore the sea this way! For such a thing to happen, a whale would have to want to be with you. But whales are wild animals. They rarely come face to face with humans. Once in a while, however, the lives of humans and wild animals come together in an unpredictable way. And, when they do, it seems almost like a dream. These treasured moments may seem unreal, but they show us that maybe all animals -- including whales -- can dream, too. This is the true story of an orphaned beluga whale who decided to make her home in a secluded Nova Scotia bay. While she lived there, she made close contact with the town's people, leaving them with stories and memories they will never forget. A Whale on Her Own is the tale of a wonderful and fascinating animal who is sure to capture the hearts of children and adults alike. --- Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/avant-garde-books/message Support this podcast: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/avant-garde-books/support

Enjoy more giggles with Talking Istanbullocks!Highlights:Ray's Restroom Rituals: Ray spills the details on his quirky lavatorial habits, from excessive sanitization to creative preparations to dodge the dreaded splashback.Morgan Freedman's Poetic Slip: A heartfelt yet cringeworthy poem about racial intolerance as he mistakenly assumes Yoko Ono is Korean.Love and Intrigue: A listener shares a gripping tale of love tinged with suspicion. Is her newfound romance leading her into a drug deal and what do pineapple and unicorn emojis mean?Film Funnies and French Antics: Ray's film recommendation adds cinematic flair, while Jorma recounts the challenges of playing a sex-pest French soldier in an upcoming Turkish war film.Horoscopes and Wisdom: Honzie's January horoscopes bring South African charm, and he suggests alternative therapy for women seeking 'self-improvement.' Wisdom or wackiness? Tune in to find out!Good skills!#TalkingIstanbullocks #RestroomRevelations #MorganFreedmanPoetry #LoveAndIntrigue #FilmFunnies #SpoofHoroscopes #ComedyPodcast #AlternativeTherapy Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Episode 257It was an eventful weekend here in Vegas. All four of us from the shoe got out to Boulder Creek and played some golf. It was the first time we all tee'd it up in the same group since Black Desert back in July!Boulder Creek, as always, is in great shape for winter golf. The course is dry, firm, and fast, with some very receptive greens.Matt put his new LA Golf A-Series driver shaft in play for the first time and had a lot of good things to say about the shaft. He also brought out the New Level irons for the first time in 2024. And, if the Mayor of Tinkertown was firmly solidifying his role by changing irons three weeks into the new year, Matt also has started using the "plumb bobbing" technique when lining up his putts. We had the Hawaiian swing end with the Sony Open wrapping up. Garsen Grips added another win to their repertoire with Grayson Murry draining a BIG putt to win the 3-Man playoff.The AMEX takes place this week in Palm Springs, and we covered the standings so far in our CDP vs The World Fantasy Golf League.We have an interview coming out on Friday featuring Tim Markison from Athalonz and next week; we're hosting the crew from Loop Golf on the show! That one is going to be a blast. If you haven't downloaded the App from them yet, get on it!Links for this episode:Boulder Creek: https://www.bouldercreekgc.com/boulder-creek-golf-course/LA Golf: https://lagolf.com/collections/shafts/products/a-seriesNew Level Golf: https://newlevelgolf.com/Athalonz: https://www.athalonz.com/Loop Golf: https://www.joinloopgolf.co/If you haven't checked out our NEW YouTube channel, please do and hit that Subscribe Button for us! More content is coming to that channel as Matt learns the ins and outs of making better videos. Each week, we're posting the show on there as well.https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCU6nN8pqtQrhmgBgPbkkDwAWe have a new partnership with The Golf Stop. Be sure to stop by their new facility and check it out! It's a great spot to get in some practice, hang out, and get in some swings with the boys or the fam!https://thegolfstop.com/Please check out one of our show supporters, FN3P Golf. You can save some money using our code "CDPODCAST" at checkout.https://bit.ly/3yWe9plAs was mentioned earlier, we've moved our show from Riverside to StreamYard and are excited for the future. If you like what you're seeing, here's a link to check out the software:  CDP STREAMYARD REFERRAL LINK https://streamyard.com/pal/c/4788475797307392We hope you enjoy this week's episode, and if you do, please consider leaving us a review on either Spotify or iTunes. Thank You!

A heated mountain getaway for Elizabeth and Kyle.By ElizabethSam. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.She was now 44 and officially un-hitched, Elizabeth adjusted to newly divorced life pretty seamlessly and easily. She was loving her freedom, her home, and her chance to create a new start for herself. Even not having her kid for days at a time wasn't as bad as she had originally anticipated. Yes, it sucked not having him around all the time, but having some time completely to herself - to be just Elizabeth and not Mom Elizabeth - was pretty awesome, she had to admit.One tough thing about not having her kid around everyday though was trying to fill all of her free time. She did her best to pack her schedule: meeting with friends, taking walks, working out, watching shows, shopping, and doing chores around the house, but even still, there were a lot of hours to fill. And with time on her hands, she found herself often browsing and window shopping online for all sorts of things.One such night, with nothing much to do, she found herself on VRBO looking at cabin rentals with hot tubs, mostly just daydreaming and creating a made up vacation in her mind. Until, that is, she stumbled on a cabin in a mountain town about an hour and a half away. With a private hot tub. With great reviews. Not too pricey. And with availability that coincided with her kid-free days. “Hmm,” she thought to herself. “Free cancellation too? What the hell!” as she whipped out her credit card and made the spontaneous reservation.A few days later, Elizabeth was down at Kyle's and they were sitting on his couch catching up. “So, you know how I have all this free time now?” she said sheepishly. “Well, I got bored the other night and did something impulsive,” she started, “….and I rented this cabin,” she blurted out as she pulled up the VRBO listing on her phone. “Check it out,” and she handed her phone to Kyle. “So, wanna go to New Hampshire with me next month? It's in the mountains, right near a state park” she explained, “….and it has a hot tub,” she added in a sing-songy voice.He chuckled. “Looks pretty awesome,” as he scrolled through the pictures. “What dates?”“It's two nights. Go up on December second and come back on the fourth. Think you can go?”“I have to check with work. And I have to see if I have anything going on with the kids, but I think I should be free. Can I let you know next week?”“Yeah, of course. There's free cancellation for another 3 weeks, so yeah…” she trailed off, excited that this mountain getaway/hot-tub/sexy-time trip with Kyle might actually happen.Next week, he texted her and let her know the trip was a go and Elizabeth was thrilled!Fast forward a few weeks, Their trip was now just a day away. Elizabeth was excitedly packing and getting ready for their getaway:Cold weather clothes? Check.Snow boots? Check.Card game? Check.Toothbrush? Check.Sexy undies? Check.Toys? Lube? Check and check.Bathing suit? No need.She packed another bag full of snacks and drinks and was soon all ready to go.Kyle arrived at Elizabeth's later the next morning as she was finishing up work. She snuck out of her Zoom call to give him a long kiss. Her heart always skipped a beat when she saw him. At just over six feet tall, he was slim but strong, with a neatly trimmed beard and matching buzz cut, sprinkled with grays. She thought he was handsome, rugged, and sexy as hell.“This meeting was supposed to be over half an hour ago,” she said with an eye roll “; but it should be over soon and then we can get going.”“No problem…I'll just chill on the couch until you're done,” and he went to hang out in the living room until she finished up her call.A few minutes later, she signed off the Zoom, closed out her email and shut everything down.“All done!” she said as she joined him in the living room, plopping down onto him and bringing her lips to his. “Sorry, that took longer than I expected, but I told work not to bother me from here on out.”“No worries,” he replied with a smile and a kiss. “You all packed?”“Yep, all set. My bags are by the door. Just have to pee and then I think I'm ready to go.”Kyle packed her bags in his truck while she went to pee and shut off the lights and then she joined him in the truck.“Ready?” he asked as she climbed into his truck.“Ready!” she said enthusiastically and then leaned in for a little kiss.“Which way do I go?”“Super easy, just head over to Rt 104 and then we just stay on that for like an hour and a half and then we're practically there.”They headed off, stopping for lunch along the way. When they pulled into town, they popped into the grocery store to grab some food so they could cook some meals in the cabin. As they got back into this truck, Elizabeth got a text. “Oh! Cabin's ready early so we can check in now,” she read out loud.They arrived at the cabin a little after two in the afternoon and were impressed right off the bat. Calling it a cabin was a bit of an understatement. It was a big, cedar-sided house set amongst large pine trees in a sparsely populated neighborhood. “Wow, looks nice,” Elizabeth remarked as they parked in the freshly plowed driveway. They unlocked the door and took a little tour of the place at first. A good size kitchen, living room/dining room combo with a wood stove, bedroom with a rustic four poster bed and a bathroom made up the main floor. Upstairs, there were two small bedrooms and downstairs there was another bedroom, bathroom and living area and, most importantly, access to the hot tub.“I call the bedroom on the main floor. Which bedroom do you want?” Elizabeth teased.Kyle laughed and gave her a kiss. “Very funny; let's go get our things and then maybe we can check out that hot tub.”They unpacked the truck and settled in quickly. They took their bags to the bedroom and Elizabeth was getting out the towels. “You serious about wanting to check out the hot tub now?” she asked Kyle who was standing near her next to the bed.“Well, yeah. But first….” and his volume drifted off as he brought Elizabeth into an embrace, meeting his soft lips to hers. His hands pressed into her back, pulling her closer to him. At just 5'4", she had to stand on her tip-toes to approach his height. She reached her arms up around his neck, emitting soft little moans during their passionate kiss. They'd not seen each other for a few weeks so there was a lot of pent up passion and energy in that kiss.Kyle gently leaned forward, laying Elizabeth down onto her back and then he crawled on top of her, their lips barely leaving one another's as they transitioned to the comfort of the bed. They continued their make out session for a few heated moments, their soft lips pressing together, their tongues darting in and out, their breaths and heartbeats speeding up. The weight of Kyle's strong body pressed upon hers, as well as the bulge she could feel in his pants, was turning her on immensely. She exhaled a deep and slow breath along with a soft moan.Kyle eased off of the bed and reached down to unbutton Elizabeth's jeans. He peeled her jeans and panties off in one motion revealing her neatly trimmed mound. While he quickly undressed, she reached down and pulled her socks off and then whipped her shirt and bra off and laid back onto the bed. He then lay down over her, returning his lips to hers. The heat from his body and the heat of his erection added to the heat she was already feeling. They continued ravishing each other with kisses, their lips sometimes moving to each other's necks, ears, and shoulders. It was frantic and heated, sensual and impassioned.They rolled onto their sides, their bodies still pressed upon one another, their hands caressing each other. Elizabeth intertwined her legs with his as they continued their fiery make out session. Kyle then eased away and spun himself around so they were now in a side lying sixty-nine. She positioned the foot of her top leg behind Kyle's head, giving him easy access to her wet pussy and she grasped Kyle's throbbing cock in her soft hand and guided him to her mouth, eagerly taking him in. Kyle wasted no time in reaching his tongue to her silky opening and he began lapping up her sweet, intimate juices. His tongue made broad, swirling strokes from her entry up to her clit while, at the same time, she hungrily moved her lips along his cock, drippily covering him in her saliva.Her blowjob wouldn't have earned her any awards though. It was a frenzied mix of tongue and lips, licks and sucks, and Elizabeth tried her best to maintain pressure and focus on his manhood, but that was increasingly difficult as Kyle worked his magic on her snatch. She had to keep taking moments to catch her breath as small little orgasms welled up inside of her. When she returned her mouth to his shaft, she couldn't help but let out a constant, low moan. Kyle began rapidly flicking the tip of his tongue on her clit and that was it. She could barely stand it.“Oh my god,” she wailed, releasing her mouth from him. “I want your cock inside me now,” she demanded as she pushed him onto his back. She spun around and straddled atop him and sank her body deep onto his cock, his thickness filling her up, inch by inch.“Fuck that feels good,” she said, breathlessly as their bodies connected in the most intimate of ways.She began pulsing her muscles on his penis as his strong hands slid up her thighs, over her hips and then to her ass. Biting her lower lip, she arched her back slightly, pressing her 38B breasts forward. She ran her hands through her shoulder length brown hair, pulling her head back slightly as she did so. They stared deep into each other's eyes, the blue of their eyes like the blue heat of a flame. She pulsed, gyrated and rode his cock in this position for a few minutes, loving every second of it and loving every little twinge of his dick within her.Kyle then moved himself to sit upright a bit more, leaning back on the pillows against the headboard and this new angle allowed Elizabeth to press herself even deeper onto his cock. His hands reached under her ass, giving her an assist as she gained speed on his member. Up and down she rode him, her breasts bouncing in motion with her movements.After a few minutes of riding him like that, she repositioned her legs, so they were behind Kyle and she guided him to sit fully upright. He bent his legs behind her and their hands pressed into each other's backs. Sitting like this, so intimately connected, they paused their movements and, instead, she just squeezed her muscles on him. They held each other tight, her breasts pressing into his chest, their mouths and lips coming together, devouring each other with kisses.Kyle then took over, managing to reposition the two of them while keeping his cock deeply rooted inside of her. He lifted Elizabeth up and then eased her onto her back, laying his body on top of hers. “Nicely done there, mister,” she said with a chuckle.“I got skills,” he jokingly returned and then he began quickly pounding into her warm, velvety tunnel. The bed squeaked and rocked slightly with each powerful thrust. With her legs wrapped around his, her hands wrapped around his back, and her nails digging in lightly to his skin, she pulled him closer with each downward thrust and tightened her muscles around his cock.Both kind of normally quiet and reserved, Elizabeth turned into the loud one in the bedroom, and she spouted a whole range of expletives, screams and moans as Kyle pressed into her.“Fuck, fuck, fuck! Oh my god!” she screamed. She had been craving his cock for the past few weeks and he felt so good.She tried to wriggle her hand down to her mound so she could rub her nub and add to the pleasure but, instead, Kyle disengaged and flipped her over onto her stomach, seemingly, in one fluid motion. He hurriedly rammed his cock back into Elizabeth's wet entry and she let out an “oh god” at the sensation.She managed now to slide her hand underneath her and the added friction between her clit, her hand and the bed took her right to the edge. “Oh my god, please don't stop!” she begged. A monstrous orgasm was swelling inside her. “Don't stop, don't stop, don't stop!” And within seconds, her body was shuddering from her shoulders to her toes. Little spasms rippled through her and she let out an enormous exhalation. Kyle took a pause from his action and leaned down to her, meeting her lips in a kiss before sitting back upright and dragging his fingers along her back.“Holy shit…. You don't know how much I've been wanting that these past few weeks,” she said to him while still catching her breath.“I think I could guess…probably about as much as I've been wanting you these past few weeks,” he said to her while taking the moment to pull her ass back towards him, giving her a playful slap on the cheek.With her ass in the air and forearms on the bed, he ran his thumb over her wet opening and to her asshole and Elizabeth let out a little gasp. He repeated that motion a few times, before making little swirling motions with her lubrication on her puckered hole. He released a mouthful of saliva onto her hole and then brought his cock to her tight entry, slowly pressing it into her.“Slow,” she requested as it had been awhile since they'd done any anal play. He caringly obliged and just held the tip of his cock in her back door before slowly pressing forth, little by little. She exhaled long and deep, relaxing her body and taking him in. As her body eased, his cock slid further in until he was balls deep in her ass. Slowly and gently, he slid his dick back and forth in her tight tunnel, gaining a little more speed with each pass until he was thrusting hard and fast in her ass.She reached down and pressed her index finger into her vagina and was able to feel his cock sliding back and forth through her tunnel walls. He moistened his fingers in his mouth and reached down to her clit and began rubbing her quickly as well. With so many nerves being excited, she couldn't hold back from screaming and moaning loudly. As her cries got louder, his actions became more rapid and soon they both were edging close to thunderous orgasms.“Oh my god!” she wailed. “Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit!” She was about to explode. And with a few more thrusts from his cock in her ass, her finger in her pussy, and the added friction on her clit, she did explode. A tidal wave of pleasure rolled through her like a tsunami. Giving her no time to recover, Kyle was quickly approaching his own tsunami. His balls tightened, his breaths became short and he let out a few little gasps before he released with an “Oh god,” and a heavy grunt as his spunk filled her ass, one spurt after another and another. With his balls emptied, they both let out a deep, heavy, contented sigh and she gasped a little as he pulled his softening cock out of her and fell back onto the bed.“Oh my god,” she uttered under her breath as she lay there completely spent.“Uh, yeah,” was all he could manage to say as he caught his breath and came down from his orgasmic high. “I'll go get you a towel.”He came back with a towel and they cleaned up and then the two of them lay on the bed, happy, but worn out, their breathing starting to return to normal.Elizabeth turned to Kyle and gave him a quick kiss. “Now what?” she asked.“I dunno; naptime?” he half-joked.“Sounds good to me,” as she snuggled up next to him, her head on his chest, curled up in his arms and they both began to doze off.They rested for about half an hour before fluttering awake, feeling refreshed and rejuvenated.“I'm going to go rinse off in the shower,” Elizabeth said to Kyle as she eased off the bed. “Then maybe we can go check out the hot tub?”“Yeah, definitely,” Kyle responded.After Elizabeth took a quick rinse, they both wrapped themselves in some towels and headed down to the hot tub. The late afternoon air was shockingly cold on their exposed skin and Elizabeth shifted on her feet trying to keep warm as Kyle removed the hot tub cover. With a roof covering the hot tub, they didn't have to worry about the light snow that had begun falling. But with the trees in winter mode at the back of the yard, there wasn't total privacy between the hot tub and the apartment building just a few hundred feet away so they quickly removed their towels and scampered into the hot tub before any neighbors could catch a peek.“Ah,” they both said simultaneously as they sank their naked bodies into the water.“Oh my god, this is amazing,” Elizabeth remarked as the warm water and bubbles surrounded her.“Yeah, this is pretty awesome,” he replied, leaning his head back in bliss.They sat next to each other, their thighs pressed against one another, enjoying the crisp mountain air contrasted against the heat of the hot tub. It was perfect.They occasionally shifted around, adjusting their bodies to the jets and then Elizabeth found a jet on one of the seats.“Oh! That's a fun jet!” she said with a giggle as she sat upon it. He laughed as she enjoyed the pulsating water hitting her snatch. After a few moments of that, Elizabeth floated her way over to Kyle and straddled his legs. They made out for a bit and Kyle caressed Elizabeth's breasts as they floated just beneath the surface. She ran her hand along his erect cock bobbing in the water below. She arched her back, sitting a little more upright and her breasts were now just out of the water. He brought his tongue down to her chest and flicked his tongue over her nipples before sucking them into his mouth.“Oh god,” she breathlessly whispered as she ran her hands through his soft hair.Elizabeth then guided his cock into her entry and she sank down onto him and they began to slowly and wordlessly fuck. With the water stealing away Elizabeth's natural lubrication and still a bit tuckered out from before, their movements were easy, relaxed, and rhythmic; it was more like a make out session with an added bonus. As she rose up on his cock, her breasts just escaped the water before sinking back down below again. She held her hands on his shoulders, pressing herself down against the water's buoyancy.In the near distance, they could see someone pull into the apartment building parking lot and get out of their car. They exchanged sly little smiles and kissed, while continuing their gentle afternoon fuck. They continued for a few moments and, before long, a small orgasm swelled inside Elizabeth.“Oh!” she exclaimed, pulsing her muscles along his cock before reaching down to meet his lips with hers. They separated their bodies and Elizabeth drifted onto the seat next to Kyle. She looked over her shoulder to him and gave him a cheeky smile. “Well then,” she simply said. He chuckled in response and gave a little wiggle of his eyebrows and a playful squeeze on her thigh.“I wonder what time it is?” she asked a little bit later.“No clue. But I could probably eat soon,” he responded.“Yeah, me too.”They made their way out of the hot tub and rushed back in the house to escape the winter air. Seeing that it was just around five o'clock, they decided to hop in the shower, have a snack, and watch a movie before dinner. After the movie, they made dinner together and Elizabeth was impressed, but not surprised, at how helpful Kyle was in the kitchen. They made a good team and got along well outside of the bedroom too. Stuffed from dinner, they rounded out the evening with some board games and then snuggled naked in bed watching a show on Netflix on Elizabeth's laptop. Mid-way through the show, Elizabeth looked over and saw Kyle had drifted off, so she closed the laptop and curled up next to him and was soon fast asleep herself.Sometime in the middle of the night,Elizabeth awoke with a tingling between her legs. Kyle was sound asleep, spooning her in his arms. She hated to wake him and she tried to ignore the feeling, but every time she moved her hips and pelvis, the feeling only got stronger. She began to ever so gently rock her hips and ass back towards Kyle, her bare butt cheeks pressing onto him. Each push/pull sent a little pulsation rushing between her legs. As she repeated her motions, she felt his cock stir to life and so she made her movements a little more pronounced. She slowly slid her hand up and down along Kyle's thigh, then gently grazed his member and felt it bob and bounce around. A deep exhale escaped her body.She heard Kyle's breathing become more heavy and she knew he was waking up. Without words, she continued her simple rocking motion, forward, backward, forward, backward, and she could now feel his firm erection pressing against her ass.Kyle stirred a little and then just silently guided his cock into her warm, wet opening. Elizabeth thought to herself how there was something so intimate and so connected when their bodies just melded together without words exchanged. An audible gasp escaped Elizabeth's lips as his cock slid into her and filled her up. With his dick now deep inside her, she pressed her body back against Kyle's and they began to rock in motion together. He reached his arm around to her chest, gripping her breasts in his hand, and pulled her back towards him with each thrust. Quiet moans from Elizabeth and heavy breathing from Kyle were the only sounds in the darkened room as their bodies moved in sync.Kyle gave Elizabeth a kiss on the shoulder before he pulled out, eliciting a little whimper from her. She rolled onto her back and Kyle knelt on the bed. He plunged his cock back into her and she let out a breathy sigh, followed by a long, low moan. With her legs pressed together, she had a tight hold on his dick and he began to pick up speed and intensity. She began to rub her fingers on her mound as he continued pressing hard and fast into her and within moments she was riding an orgasmic wave.“Oh god,” she whispered as her muscles squeezed around his cock and the electricity pulsed through her. Kyle leaned down and kissed her gently before easing out of her and rolling onto the bed next to her.Elizabeth turned to him and whispered, “thanks,” and gave him a kiss. “You wanna keep going?” she asked.“I'm good as long as you're good,” he said with a little chuckle.“I think I can make it until morning,” she replied with a little laugh and the two of them quickly fell back asleep until morning.The next morning.A light snow was falling. They both stirred awake around eight am, a rare treat for them both to be able to sleep past six.“Morning,” Kyle said to Elizabeth as his eyes fluttered open.“Morning,” she smiled back at him. “How'd you sleep?”“Real good. You?”“Pretty good. although I seem to remember not sleeping the entire night,” she jokingly replied.The two eventually crawled out of bed, pulled on some clothes, brushed their teeth and then made their way to the kitchen to make breakfast. As they ate, they talked about what they could do that day.“So, are you up for going on a hike at the lake? And maybe up to Stone Ledge? ” she asked him.“Yeah, let's do it. I think the snow's supposed to stop later this morning.”“Great; and then maybe dinner out tonight?”“Sounds like a plan. I don't think we bought enough food to make anything for dinner anyway.”“And, of course, more hot tub time.”“Of course,” he said with a definitive nod of his head and a smile.They finished up breakfast and cleaned up. Kyle built a fire in the wood stove and they just lounged around for awhile waiting for the weather to warm up a little and the snow to stop.A few hours later, they set off and the weather was perfect for a winter hike. The snow was just barely falling and there wasn't any wind so it wasn't unbearably cold. And no bugs or snakes to deal with either, which was always a plus in Elizabeth's book. They hiked about halfway around the lake and then started their way up to Stone Ledge.About midway through the hike, it started to get steeper and a bit more treacherous and Kyle assisted Elizabeth on the slippery parts. They carefully continued on the snowy trail, stopping a few times along the way to rest, kiss, and take in the silence of the wintery woods. Eventually, they made it to the top and the view was pretty spectacular. And based on the lack of footprints in the snow, no one else had ventured up to the top other than them. They stood atop the ledge, taking in the view, snapped some pictures, and then leaned in for a long and sensual kiss. After a few minutes, they began their journey back down, taking a much simpler and less slippery path.When they finally got back to Kyle's truck, they were starving and went directly to pick up some lunch and then made their way back to the cabin. After they scarfed down lunch they decided another dip in the hot tub was in order.“Ah, this is perfect after our hike up Everest today,” Elizabeth joked as she sunk her naked body into the water.“Definitely. I can't believe we made it to the summit alive,” he added with a chuckle.Much like yesterday afternoon, they enjoyed the jets, the warmth of the water, and the heat of their passion as they made out and enjoyed another little afternoon hot tub fuck.“I definitely want to come back in here later tonight when it's dark out,” she commented as they were getting out of the hot tub.“Yeah, totally. We gotta make use of this thing while we can.”They headed inside and straight into the shower together. It was a stand up shower stall, about the same size as a standard bathtub, large enough for both of them to be in there comfortably, and it featured two little bench seats on either end. After they rinsed off the suds, they came together for a deep kiss, their tongues and lips melding under the heat of the water. The water flowed down over their necks and down their chests as they hungrily made out. Kyle then eased his lips away from Elizabeth and turned her to face towards the shower wall and slid his wet cock into her pussy. With her hands pressed on the shower wall and his hands on her hips, he drove into her hard and fast.“Oh fuck, oh god,” she repeatedly cried in pleasure. She turned her head to look behind her and they shared a look of fiery lust. After a few more moments like this, he pulled out and spun her back around. Their lips met again, full of heat and passion.Kyle then picked up Elizabeth and pressed her up against the long wall of the shower. She spread her legs, resting a foot on each of the little bench seats. This position provided Kyle the perfect height to return his dick back inside her eager pussy. With a forceful thrust, he plunged his hardness back into her. She wrapped her arms around his neck and shoulders, pulling him closer in with every push and clamped her muscles on his cock with each thrust. Heated breaths and moans flowed over her lips as she was overcome with his lustful takeover.“Oh my god, this is so fucking hot,” she whispered as her back was pressed into the wall and the water continued flowing over their passion.“I can't help it…you're so fucking hot,” he breathed in returned with a sultry smile.“Oh god,” Elizabeth moaned. So turned on by his words, she hungrily returned her lips to his.They continued their hot, wet, passionate fuck in the shower for awhile; until suddenly the water went cold!“Ahh!” they both shrieked and Kyle quickly repositioned the showerhead away from them and then shut the water off.“Guess that's it for the hot water,” he said as he pulled out of her.“Well shit,” Elizabeth complained with a pout on her lips. She eased herself off of the bench seats. “I'm not finished with you,” she added, giving his ass a playful slap as they reluctantly exited the shower. They dried off in a hurry, Elizabeth quickly towel dried her hair, and then they scrambled back to the bedroom to continue where they left off.Once back in the bedroom, they wasted no time in getting back to business, tumbling all over the bed together. Kyle on top. Elizabeth on top. Kyle from behind. Lying on their sides. Kyle going down on Elizabeth. Elizabeth going down on Kyle. It was as if they were going through their rolodex of sexual positions and giving them all a go. It was fun, frantic and heated and definitely warmed them up after the chilly end to their shower.At one point, Elizabeth was on her back and Kyle was pressing deep inside her when she remembered the toys she had brought. Thankfully, they were within reach in her bag on the table beside the bed. She reached over to the bag and pulled out her vibrator, turned it on, and pressed it to her clit. Her body bucked and she gasped loudly at its initial touch. Kyle chuckled a little, watching her add this additional layer of fun to their play.At first, she slowly circled the vibrator on her clit sending jolts of pleasure through her body while he continued his thrusts. Kyle then eased out of her and just watched the show for a bit, totally turned on by watching her please herself. He then took over, and dipped the vibrator into her willing opening, then pulled it out and dragged it along her labia and up to her clit, circled it around, then returned the journey back down to her entry. He repeated this a few times and Elizabeth moaned and squirmed in delight. He then drifted the vibrator up to her breasts, circling it on her nipples. The gentle buzz sent waves of pleasure through her chest, before he traveled it back down along her body and back into her tunnel. With the vibrator inside her, he then pressed his cock into her as well.“Oh my god,” she wailed at this fullness. As they both enjoyed the buzz of the vibration, Elizabeth was quickly approaching an orgasm. “This feels amazing,” she cried, “don't stop, please don't stop,” she begged through staggered breaths. And within moments, a powerful orgasm tore through her body. “Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god,” she said as she fell back to earth.Kyle was nearing his precipice too. He removed the vibrator from Elizabeth, shut it off and tossed it aside and continued powerfully thrusting into her. Elizabeth could tell from his breathing that he was getting close. She moved her right hand down and placed her pointer and middle finger near her opening and along the underside of his cock.There was something so sexy about feeling his manhood, slick with her moisture, as it plunged in and out of her. On each outward thrust, her fingers made contact with the sensitive spot under the head of his cock and he was loving that sensation. “Don't stop,” he pleaded with her. She obliged and only pressed harder and held her thumb along the topside of his cock too. Within seconds, he grunted “Ugh” as his cum shot through his shaft and exploded into her.“Oh my god, yes, fill me up,” she called out as his body shuddered with spurt after spurt into her. She squeezed and tightened her hold on his cock, milking him for every last drop until he eased his softening dick out of her, collapsing onto the bed next to her with a happy sigh.“I think we're going to need another shower,” she said with a laugh.“Uh, yeah, I think so,” he agreed.They eventually made their way to the shower, and thankfully, there was enough hot water for a quick rinse. After showering, Elizabeth dried her hair and then got dressed. She found Kyle already dressed and hanging out in the living room. Plopping down next to him on the couch, she asked “So, now what? Should we go get some dinner?”“Yeah, I'm kinda hungry.”“Yeah, me too. Let's do it.”They headed out into town and found a little cafe where they got a bite to eat. Elizabeth ordered a cocktail too and it was surprisingly strong. And being a lightweight, she was quickly buzzed. And buzzed Elizabeth equals giggly Elizabeth. Kyle made a remark to her as they were leaving the restaurant that started her giggles and she could barely stop laughing on their entire drive back to the cabin.They made a beeline straight for the hot tub, undressing right by the basement door and climbing into the tub. They kept off the overhead light and turned on the dimmer mood lighting of the hot tub instead. Maybe it was the cover of darkness. Maybe it was the alcohol in her system. Or maybe she was just insatiable, but still giggly and buzzed, Elizabeth was all over Kyle in a flash. Straddling his legs in the hot tub, she sat atop him, gyrating her hips and pressing her chest into his, making out with him like a horny teenager. Sinking down onto his erection, they fucked wildy for awhile with Elizabeth in Kyle's lap.“I fucking love having sex with you,” she told him. Kyle smiled a big grin in response and then passionately kissed her.He then pulled out and pressed Elizabeth towards the other side of the tub so he could enter her from behind. He thrust into her, while she held onto the side of the tub. She was a chorus of “Fucks”' and “Oh gods” and moans, her slightly-drunken self not taking notice of her volume level. Kyle reached his hand around and covered her mouth, muffling her moans and taking her under his control.After a few more thrusts, Kyle removed his cock from her tight tunnel and Elizabeth collapsed onto the seat beneath her with a heavy exhale and a giggle. He then moved in front of her, raising himself out of the water, aligning his cock with her mouth and she eagerly sucked him in. Bobbing her head back and forth, she squeezed her lips tightly around his cock. He grabbed hold of her head, holding her tight and began mouth fucking her. With a seductive moan, she looked up at him, as she hungrily accepted his throbbing cock between her lips. He pressed further into her mouth until he was reaching into her throat. Fighting her gag reflex, she took a deep breath and relaxed, tickling her tongue along the underside of his dick before he slowly eased out and repeated the motion. A few more thrusts and then he pulled out entirely and sank back into the water.“My ass was getting cold being out of the water,” he said with a chuckle. And that got her giggling again. They made out a little more before calling it a night in the hot tub and heading back inside.After taking a shower, Elizabeth slid into a pair of boyshorts, a t-shirt and threw on some knee high socks and joined Kyle who was in the living room. He had started a fire in the wood stove and they snuggled on the couch, enjoying the ambiance and warmth of the fire. They watched a movie and then headed off to bed, exhausted from long day of hiking, hot-tubbing and sex.The next morning they woke up and had another fiery round of morning sex before they begrudgingly got out of bed and started packing their things.“Ugh, this trip went by way too fast. I really don't want to go,” Elizabeth pouted as they were headed out of the cabin.“I know. Me neither. This was a lot of fun. And I'm really going to miss that hot tub too,” Kyle added with a frown.With a twinge of sadness, they pulled out of the driveway and headed off.They returned to Elizabeth's in the early afternoon and Kyle helped her unload all of her things. He was in no rush to get back in his truck and head home, so they had a snack and hung out for a bit, lounging on the couch, snuggling and talking. But, soon, the talking led to giggles and the snuggling led to kisses and, before long, the two were in full-on make out mode. Elizabeth eased off the couch and held her hand out to Kyle, urging him up.They made their way down the hall to her room and they began pulling each other's clothes off. Elizabeth plopped onto her back on the bed and the comfort of the sheets and blankets felt good on her naked skin. Kyle crawled onto the bed and pulled her into his arms, the warmth of their bodies pressed against one another only heating up their desire for one another. They hungrily resumed kissing, their tongues dancing together.Taking a moment to catch their breaths, they paused and just stared tenderly into one another's eyes. Kyle traced his fingers alongside Elizabeth's hair that had fallen onto her forehead and brushed it back behind her ear. Elizabeth bit her bottom lip at this tender touch from him before releasing a tiny moan and a breathy sigh. She brought her hand down alongside his face and met her lips to his again in a kiss that was more romantic than ravenous. The desire between them was palpable and practically heated up the room.Laying on their sides, Elizabeth reached her hand down to him, wrapping her soft fingers around his erection. She began to slide his cock along her lower lips, allowing the head to just barely dip into her, before dragging it along her labia, covering it in her body's lubrication. With their lips just millimeters apart, they shared breaths and longing looks in heated anticipation.She adjusted her hips and guided his cock into her and they both let out a deep sigh as he entered her warm, wet tunnel. Together, they just held still for a moment, enjoying the simplicity of their bodies connected this way. Their lips came together in a blend of kisses, sighs, and moans. Ever so slowly, Kyle began thrusting in and out of her, easing his cock almost entirely out before plunging back in. She let out a little “Um” each time he pressed back into her.Still on their sides, Kyle eased back a little and they readjusted. Kyle pulled Elizabeth's lower leg up and over his shoulder and guided her upper leg between his legs, allowing him even deeper access into her pussy. Their eyes met and their breathing synchronized creating a coordinated rhythm and even deeper intimate connection.With her eyes still locked on his, Elizabeth reached her hand down and began making gentle circles on her clit. Her fingers then drifted downward, stealing some moisture from her pussy and then back up to her nub while Kyle continued plunging his cock in and out in a steady rhythm. Elizabeth then moved her hand down to his penis, encircling her thumb and pointer finger around the base of his shaft and pressing into the underside of his cock. Kyle's movements became more rapid, his inhalations became deeper and louder and she could tell he was teetering on the edge as she continued running her fingers along his shaft with each thrust.“Fill me up with your cum,” she whispered to him, staring lustily in his eyes before meeting her lips to his, with a hungry desire.Hearing her impassioned plea was all it took to take him over the edge. “Ugh,” Kyle uttered, grunting with each thrust and release of his cum into Elizabeth.“Yes, yes,” she breathlessly said, loving it when he came inside her.“Oh god,” he let out with a deep and contented sigh as a final string of his cum shot into her and his body shuddered.They looked to one another and shared a smile before bringing their lips back together for a sensual kiss. Pulling away, they both let out a simultaneous sigh as Kyle released from Elizabeth.“That was, uh; wow,” she said to him, struggling to find the words. Kyle, also tongue tied, simply nodded and smiled in agreement and leaned in to give her a loving kiss.Maybe it was the culmination of their past few days together or just a natural evolution of their relationship, but lying there in the comfort of each other's arms, they both felt that what they'd just experienced had felt special, deeper, and more connected. And it felt like a fitting end to their mountain cabin getaway.By ElizabethSam for Literotica

In the town of South Gloom, where cobbled streets wind endlessly and artistry is one's true passport, Ellsworth Dramble races against time, with dreams big enough to fill a hot air balloon. With every twist and turn, from clandestine alleyways to mysterious laundromats, and from unique apples to secretive sodas, Dramble is drawn closer to the enigmatic League of a Thousand Words. Yet, it's not just about mastering the craft, but about sketching the unseen, the magical, and the legendary. Dive into an atmospheric tale where the ordinary meets the extraordinary, and where one artist's pursuit might just change the fate of one detective agency Join Ellsworth on a journey of self-discovery, whimsy, and wonder

Fabs is joined by the "legendary king of fantasy football" Bob Harris (Senior Editor from footballdiehards.com) to recap Week 15. They check-in on their teams who made the playoffs and then talk about the MNF game where the Eagles offense was anemic outside of Jalen Hurts. Then they turn their attention to the waiver wire to identify value for the fans going into their Semi-Finals Playoff matchup. Bob gives his Bobbing for Bargains plays as well for those who need major dart throws because of injury. Back later this week with starts, sits, & more. Happy Holidays!!

Coco's birthday party a few days ago had me reminiscing on when I was a kid and how different the games are from when I was growing up. One game in particular, bobbing for apples, came up in my thoughts and I couldn't help but bring you some knowledge about the immune system on this episode.  ENJOY.BY DESIGN | A Brain-Based DocumentaryConnect with Dr. Daniel:InstagramFacebookConnect with Nexus Family Chiropractic:InstagramFacebookYouTubeWebYouTube

This show, like Saied's jumper 15 years ago is "moist." The boys start off acknowledging there is a noticeable hum in Haroon's microphone. We apologize for the technical glitch. Jerome Powell finally proves he is about that life. Sadly, Chris, Saied and Haroon are horrified at one of their favorite economists selling out in the most hypocritical way possible. And, if that wasn't bad enough, Planet Fitness is raising prices so that you can get your Tootsie Roll and pizza treatments. This economy is out of control! Someone ring the "lunk" alarm things are getting out of control.Sponsored By Transcend Company:TRANSCEND your goals! With a telehealth physician directed personalized treatment plan you can get a PERSONALIZED PLAN for Peptide Therapy, Hormone Replacement Therapy, Cognitive Function, Sleep & Fatigue, Athletic Performance and MORE. Their online process and medical experts make it simple to find out what's right for you. Click the link and start today: http://www.transcendcompany.com/THSPResources:Federal Reserve ‘Won't Hesitate' To Raise Rates Again If Necessary, Powell Says (Forbes)Jerome Powell says to “Close the fucking door.” when climate protests interrupted his speech today (Wall Street Bets via Instagram)Right Now Is a Bad Time to Spend Money (Wall Street Journal)Crypto Critic Nouriel Roubini is Launching a Token (Yahoo! Finance)Never Mind the 1%. Mini-Millionaires Are Where Wealth Is Growing Fastest (Wall Street Journal)CHART OF THE DAY: Inflation will hit the Fed's 2% target by April and keep falling, analyst says (Business Insider)Beloved fitness brand may have very bad news for customers (The Street)Disclaimer: Please note that the content shared on this show is solely for entertainment purposes and should not be considered legal or investment advice or attributed to any company. The views and opinions expressed are personal and not reflective of any entity. We do not guarantee the accuracy or completeness of the information provided, and listeners are urged to seek professional advice before making any legal or financial decisions. By listening to The Higher Standard podcast you agree to these terms, and the show, its hosts and employees are not liable for any consequences arising from your use of the content.

We're back with another AFTN Soccer Show packed full of Vancouver Whitecaps and Canadian soccer chat. The Whitecaps end of season moves have started as they announced their roster decisions for moving into 2024. We delve into who's coming back and who's not and ponder whether these were the correct choices. Plus we chat with Whitecaps Sporting Director Axel Schuster about the decisions made and what this means for the team moving forward. The fallout from Vanni Sartini's comments about and reaction to referee Tim Ford continued this past week. Both Vanni and Axel addressed how last Sunday's playoff loss to LAFC played out off the pitch, while we chat about the overblown reaction and what suspension may be coming to the way of the 'Caps head coach. Turning our attention to the international stage, Canada's roster for the Jamaica Nations League quarter-final was announced and it features four Whitecaps. We chat with two of them, Sam Adekugbe and Ali Ahmed, about the games ahead the Whitecaps' season, plus we hear from Canada head coach Mauro Biello about some of his squad decisions and what the future may hold in store. All of this plus we review the football film Next Goal Wins that comes out this week and New Zealand lo-fi punk band Dick Move and Scottish legends The Yummy Fur continue their residencies as our new Artists of the Month. Here's the rundown for the main segments from the episode: 01.40: Intro - what a week for BC college soccer, U17 World Cup 15.16: Axel Schuster on the Whitecaps end of season roster decisions 31.55: Whitecaps roster discussion 63.33: The Tim Ford fallout continues - what suspension will Vanni get? 97.47: Mauro Biello announces Canada squad for Jamaica 119.00: Sam Adekugbe interview on Canada and the 'Caps 131.55: Ali Ahmed interview on Canada and the 'Caps 147.20: TVOD - Next Goal Wins (a review) 164.20: Wavelength - Jamine Man - Japanese Football Team

In this pathbreaking work, Shrayana Bhattacharya maps the economic and personal trajectories--the jobs, desires, prayers, love affairs and rivalries--of a diverse group of women. Divided by class but united in fandom, they remain steadfast in their search for intimacy, independence and fun. Embracing Hindi film idol Shah Rukh Khan allows them a small respite from an oppressive culture, a fillip to their fantasies of a friendlier masculinity in Indian men. Most struggle to find the freedom-or income-to follow their favourite actor. Bobbing along in this stream of multiple lives for more than a decade-from Manju's boredom in 'rurban' Rampur and Gold's anger at having to compete with Western women for male attention in Delhi's nightclubs, to Zahira's break from domestic abuse in Ahmedabad-Bhattacharya gleans the details on what Indian women think about men, money, movies, beauty, helplessness, agency and love. A most unusual and compelling book on the female gaze, this is the story of how women have experienced post-liberalization India.

Ange and Nat celebrate Halloween by examining the “Texas Chainsaw Massacre” and dedicate a very special Pitt stop to one of the world's worst serial killers. *shudder*     Watch the show on our YouTube Channel: https://www.youtube.com/@putyourbooksdown     Follow Put Your Books Down on social media:     Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/putyourbooksdown     Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/putyourbooksdown/     Natalie on IG:  https://www.instagram.com/nataliesanderson/     Angela on IG:  https://www.instagram.com/angelabinghamofficial/     Podcast produced by http://clantoncreative.com

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On this spooktacular episode of Chamber Chat, Kate and Kat talk all things halloween including a few ghost sightings, bobbing for apples and the BOO in Wahoo event coming up on October 31st! The also talk about the fun that they had in Beatrice, Nebraska a few weeks ago attending and presenting at the Nebraska Chamber Association Fall Conference.

In Ep. 288 Ken and Dave discuss taxes for tickets, Hail Canada, body positive dating, Biden picks sides, gold bar Bob, unconfident Consumers, moving Target, and more poll results for 2024.

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Pigeons seem to bob their heads as they move, like they're grooving to an internal tune. But what look like head bobs are actually momentary pauses of the head while they walk. Their eyes are fixed in their sockets, so that pausing enables the pigeon to take a brief, steady view of its surroundings. Without those pauses, they'd just see a Blair Witch, shaky-cam mess!More info and transcript at BirdNote.org. Want more BirdNote? Subscribe to our weekly newsletter. Sign up for BirdNote+ to get ad-free listening and other perks. BirdNote is a nonprofit. Your tax-deductible gift makes these shows possible.

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Bobbing and weaving through the weekend as Bart shares his thoughts on Packers Family Night, the Brewers weekend vs Pittsburgh and the shifting landscape of college football. Plus, Tim Shea has a new job! Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices

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