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Wilson County and the City of Nixon are among the recent recipients of funds from the Texas General Land Office. Texas Land Commissioner Dawn Buckingham, M.D., announced that the Texas General Land Office approved ,889,864.23 in regional mitigation funds to improve critical infrastructure, including roads, drainage, sewer systems, and water detention in the counties of Austin, Brazoria, Colorado, Fort Bend, Harris, Matagorda, Victoria, Wharton, and Wilson. Wilson County will receive [post_excerpt],287,400; these funds are designated for the county's Shelter of Last Resort enhancements at the Wilson County Expo and Community Center in Floresville. The city of Nixon has been allocated...Article Link

The Carter Joe Foundation will hold its second annual car and truck show on Saturday, Aug. 16, at the Wilson County Expo and Community Center, 435 S.H. 97 in Floresville, to raise awareness of water safety for children. Registration for the show is per vehicle, and per motorcycle. To register, go to carterjoefoundation.com. To reserve vendor space at a spot, email carterjoefoundation@gmail.com. All proceeds will be donated to provide swimming lessons for babies and small children.Article Link

Despite the YMCA of Columbia-Willamette withdrawing as a project partner, the city of Ridgefield is pushing ahead with its Recreation and Community Center plans. The facility is at 90% design and expected to begin construction in Spring 2026 without new taxes. https://www.clarkcountytoday.com/news/city-of-ridgefield-moving-forward-with-recreation-and-community-center-project/ #Ridgefield #CommunityCenter #YMCA #PublicProjects #CityCouncil #MattCole #InfrastructurePlanning #ClarkCounty

The Teatime Murder Mystery games set for Saturday, Aug. 2, will take place in the Sam Fore Jr. Wilson County Public Library in Floresville, and not the Wilson County Expo and Community Center. The Friends of the Wilson County Public Libraries will host 10 different murder mystery games Saturday. The library is located at 1103 Fourth St. in Floresville. Join other sleuths from noon to 5 p.m. to discover the culprits. There's room for 160 players. Dress up for the murder mystery of your choice and enjoy an afternoon of whodunnit and how. Donations are in advance or ...Article Link

Quaranteam-Northwest: Part 4 The House. Based on a post by Break The Bar. Listen to the ► Podcast at Explicit Novels. The pounding on the front door echoed through the house again, and I literally fell out of the bed trying to disentangle my foot from the mess of the sheets. Erica and I had stumbled inside late as fuck, trying to be quiet and not wake up Leo and Dani, and now I could see we'd tracked in dirt and grass with us. The sheets were filthy. I got shorts on and stood, shaking Erica by the shoulder. "What?" she groaned. "Someone is at the door, and it's sun up. The worker might need to start working. I'll close the door and give you as much time as I can, but could you at least put on a top in case anyone pops in here by accident?" "Let 'em look," Erica grunted. "What happened to those being my tits, and mine alone?" I grinned. "..... Fine," she said and held up a hand in the air. I found her a shirt and put it in her hand, and she started trying to get it on without lifting her head from the pillow or opening her eyes. I shut the bedroom door behind me and met up with Leo in the hallway; he was only slightly more dressed than I was, with a single sock and an undershirt over his shorts. "Mornin'" he grunted. "Yep," I said, and we headed for the door. When I opened it I was expecting Vanessa and her big 'gorilla' work crew, but instead it was Agent Sourpuss. It was even earlier in the day than I had expected. "What took you two so long?" she said, sneering at the two of us. "Never mind, come with me." She started walking around the house, so Leo and I followed barefoot. Just as we were stepping out and shutting the front door, the crew vans started pulling in, ferrying the surveyors and workers. A few of them called and waved, taunting us for looking like we were getting called to the Principal's office. "We have solved the temporary housing issue for you two," Agent Sourpuss said as we rounded the corner, and she presented us with the new additions to the backyard. Hunkered up next to the two sea cans that all of our stuff was being loaded into for storage were two brand new, state-of-the-art, still gleaming chrome and white from the lot, RVs. The two fuckers were huge. I had no idea how anyone other than an 18-wheeler truck driver could pilot one of them. They had to be worth at least a couple hundred thousand dollars each. "God damn," I said, coming awake. "One for each of us?" Leo asked. "You and your partners," the Agent said. "Follow me." We did, crossing the backyard as the Agent told us that we would need to be ready to move them at a moment's notice; our presence couldn't be allowed to slow down the construction process. We were also in charge of maintaining them, and organizing with the construction general manager when they arrived on site to make sure they were getting properly emptied (the septic) and filled (the fuel). "Mr. Lacoste, you have the one on the left," the Agent said, handing a set of keys to Leo. He actually giggled with glee, taking the keys and darting to his new home. "Mr. Black, yours is clearly the right. As is your new partner waiting for you inside," she said. I blinked. "I'm sorry, what?" "Your second partner drove with us this morning. She's waiting inside for you and is ready for imprinting. I suggest not making her wait too long." Agent Sourpuss then began to walk away, back to her car at the front of the house. "Wait, wait, wait," I said, following her. "I already have a partner. Erica and I are bonded or whatever." "Not how it works, Mr. Black," the Agent said, still walking. "You're rated at Tier Four, and you must have been somewhat open to a non-monogamous relationship, as is Miss Lacoste. Your new partner is suited to the two of you. You shouldn't keep her waiting." There wasn't any stopping her, so I diverted and headed back into the house. "Erica!" I called, heading for the stairs. "What?" she asked, rubbing the sleep from her eyes but coming out of my room dressed in my shirt from last night, and a pair of her shorts. "The Agent just dropped off the big ass RVs we're living in," I said. "And a woman who I'm supposed to bond with." "Oh, shit. That was fast," she said. "What do you mean, that was fast?" I asked. "You knew about this?" "I mean, they said at the information seminar that it was possible people would begin getting partnered into existing relationships based on the matchmaking and available matches," Erica said. We were heading down the stairs again. "I assumed since I'm Bi, and you're a guy, it wouldn't be unlikely we'd get someone else eventually. I didn't think it would be day three, obviously. Why would this person pick us over a single guy?" We got outside and to the RV, and I knocked. "It's open," called a voice. It was light and feminine, but with a distinct accent. I opened the door and mounted the steps, stopping when I saw the woman within, only for Erica to push me the rest of the way up so she could see as well. She was dark blonde, almost brunette, and her hair hung in waves down just past her shoulders. The woman was slight, and obviously so because all she was wearing was lingerie made up of thin mesh through which I could see her rosy pink nipples on her smallish tits, and lots of buckles for straps. The right side of her body was fresh and clean, though down the center of her abdomen, from under her chin all the way to her pubic mound, was a thin black line of a tattoo splitting her in half. On the left side of that tattoo her body was designed with black ink in floral tribal patterns, fleur-de-lis motifs and other designs. She was smiling demurely despite her dress and the fact that she was lounging in the sitting area of the RV, her legs splayed as she absently rubbed her twat through her mesh thong. "Bonjour," she said, grinning even brighter as Erica followed me in. Her accent was distinctly French Canadian and she couldn't be older than twenty-three. "My name is Ivy Gauthier, and I was expecting just a cock, but I am more than happy to make Mommy happy too if she wants to sit on my face." "Fuck," Erica said, and looked at me. "Can we keep her?" Ivy Erica, as usual, took to the rapidly changing social situation a little faster than I did. "So you're sure about all of this?" she asked the girl, Ivy. We were sitting in the lounge area of the RV that the government had delivered to us that morning. "Well, it is too late for me to back out now," Ivy said. She was French Canadian, with that very specific Quebecois accent that extended vowels and clipped some consonants. I only really knew the difference between hers and a traditional French-from-France accent because I'd once drank with a unit of French soldiers while I was deployed in Germany. "I have already been poked with the needles. I chose Harrison because he reminded me of a sexy version of the boys I grew up with in the north of Quebec. Very sexy lumberjack, yes?" Erica smirked, glancing at me and patting my knee. "Yes, very sexy woodsman." "As I said, I was not expecting a sexy woman as well, but I am the bisexual," Ivy continued. "In fact, Erica, you are very much my type." "And what type is that?" Erica asked. Ivy grinned but blushed, biting her lip for a moment as if she were embarrassed, but I could see the hunger in her big, expressive eyes. "Most girls in my job, they have what you call the 'Daddy Issues', yes? Well, my father made many mistakes, but was always very good to my sister et moil. An ex I have, she said I have 'Mommy Issues' instead. I like strong women, older than me, with tits and ass like yours." The little minx actually reached out and caressed the side of Erica's tit when she said it. "What job is it you've been working?" I asked, though I had a feeling I knew the general field. "I am a dancer," Ivy said, turning back to me and looking all the world like a worried teenager, rather than the seductive woman clad in mesh lingerie that was sitting between Erica and me. "I hope that is not so bad to you, Harrison. I know some men, they think it means I am dirty or spoiled. But I am not." Then she got another little lascivious smirk as she tilted her chin down looking up at you through her lashes. "Well, I could also be a very dirty girl for the right man. Or woman." She touched Erica's leg without looking. "Okay, seriously Ivy," I said. "Unless this is really who you are, and who you want to be, you can tone down the seduction. Erica and I aren't going to turn you away, but you have got to be real with us." Ivy frowned, and it was like she went through a little transformation as she absorbed what I said and metabolized it. She bit the inside of her cheek for a moment, then nodded and stood up, crossed to the murphy table that was in the kitchenette and pulled a robe I hadn't even noticed from where it was hanging. She wrapped it around herself quickly and then sat back down. "I am sorry," she said. "I am; this vaccine is making me very horny. I did not know what to expect, yes? I thought it best to treat you like private clients." "Oh, sweetie," Erica sighed. "I know. The nervousness, that little itch all over?" Ivy nodded. "Maybe let's start from the beginning," I suggested. "Just be honest with us." "I was being honest," Ivy said. "My name is Ivy Gauthier, I was born in a little town in northern Quebec and raised by my father and grandmother, along with my sister. I am an exotic dancer. I started in Montreal, and decided to try and do a tour of the USA. My visa was running out when the Quarantine happened. They said it would not be a problem if I took the experimental vaccine." "Wait, hold on," I said. "Fuck. Would you have taken the vaccine if you weren't worried about your visa?" Ivy thought about it and then shrugged. "I don't know? Maybe? I never had to think about it without the visa on the table." "This is fucked up," I said. "And it's too late to change anything," Erica said. "Harri, you know it's too late." "I know," I grunted. "But that doesn't mean I have to like it." "And you know if it's not you, it'll be someone else." I took in a long breath and nodded. "Ivy, I assume you went through the whole set of meetings and videos that Erica did, but I just have to ask; are you absolutely sure you want this?" Ivy pursed her lips, looking between Erica and me. Her hands were in her lap, most of her tattoos covered by the worn, velvet red robe she was wearing. She looked younger and older at the same time. She ended up looking to Erica. "Is he a good man?" "The best," Erica said immediately. "And is she a good woman?" Ivy asked me. I took Erica's hand in mine. "Better than anyone could ever deserve." "Then I am fine with this," Ivy said. "It is the end of the world, oui? Why should I not be with two sexy people who love each other, and will share their bed with me?" Erica laughed. "Well, she's direct." "Alright. You know what the next steps are?" I asked Ivy. "You fuck me, and I will become your; how did they say.? Umm, bonded something?" "We haven't figured out the right word yet either," Erica said. "For now, it might be easiest if you're just our fuckbuddy." "I like this," Ivy said. "You two are a couple, and I will be your fuckbuddy." The way she said it made it sound a little sillier, a little naughtier. This girl would have been dangerous if Erica and I weren't in the current situation. "You have some time," I said. "Would you rather wait a bit, or do it now?" "Now," Ivy said. "I would very much like to taste you, Erica. While Harrison fucks my ass." "Wow, that's very hot and specific," Erica said. Ivy smiled. "I am what you would say is an 'Anal Queen.' My father, he had children with three different women. It made me afraid of pregnancy, so I learned as a girl to prefer it in my butt." "Well, I guess you're getting to crush some ass, babe," Erica said, smirking and then kissing me on the cheek. "Hey, you know what?" I asked. "However you want it, Ivy, I'm happy to provide. Is there anything else you'd like us to know before we go to the bed?" Ivy stood up, slipping the robe back off of her and hanging it back up. "I can be very loud," she said. "Just a warning. And I like many things, but this time, I think we keep it to a simple threesome, yes? I will suck cock and eat cunt, and I would very much like to be fingered, and fucked in the ass." "So simple," Erica chuckled. "Ivy, I think Harrison is still a little hesitant; he is a natural protector, so don't think he's timid. He's just worried and doesn't want to take advantage." "Oh," Ivy said, looking at me for a moment with a cocked head, taking my measure. "Now I; Okay, yes, I understand." She came forward and pushed me back by the shoulders until I was sitting fully upright on the cushioned bench seat instead of leaning forward. Then she crawled into my lap, on her knees with them outside my legs, and sat her perky bum on my legs. "Harrison, I have told you I think you are sexy, yes? Well here, I will prove it." She took my hand and brought my fingers to her lips, taking my pointer and middle fingers and sucking on them lewdly, then bringing them down between us to her crotch. She pulled the mesh panties aside and put my fingers against her hole and pivoted, taking my two thick fingers into her clenching cunt. "I want to fuck you. And I will tell you another thing about me; I like a man who takes me how he wants. Throw me on the bed, put my legs behind my head. Make me your little pretzel girl as you fuck my ass. I am sure I will love this 'big brother' you in time, too. But I need you first to be my man." Then she kissed me, grinding on my fingers. I breathed in through my nose, and she pressed her chest against mine, and I reached around her with the hand that wasn't busy at her cunt and grabbed her ass firmly. "Umm, yes," she mumbled into my mouth. "Like that." "God, I hope I didn't look that fucking horny when I kissed you that first time," Erica said. She was still sitting on the other end of the L-shaped bench from us, watching me get frenched by the little French minx who had just fallen into our lives. I pulled back from the kiss, and Ivy looked at me with concern, searching my face. "Go kiss Erica," I said. She grinned and slipped from my lap, my fingers leaving her cunt, and slid right onto Erica's lap and pulled my girlfriend into a hard kiss as their disproportionate tits pressed together. Erica was much bustier than Ivy, though the younger woman's figure was just as sexy. As they started to make out I stood up, walking to the back of the RV and surveying the space. The back of the vehicle was dominated by the bedroom, which had what looked like a bed that was too big for the space. I pulled the blanket and top sheet off of it, knowing how Erica had a tendency to leave wet spots after fucking, and then kicked off my boots and returned to the women. "Alright, come here," I said, and lifted Ivy off of Erica and tossed her over my shoulder so I was carrying her ass forward. She howled a laugh, kicking her legs, and I offered Erica my other hand up. "She is going to be a lot of fun," Erica said. "I know," I said. "But I need to ask you, too. Is this what you want?" Erica smiled, almost sadly, and shrugged. "I told you I'd introduce you to a lot of strippers. I just didn't know it would happen so fast. Like she said, it's the end of the world, at least as we know it. Why not?" I nodded, and then bounced Ivy on my shoulder and gave her a soft spank on the butt. "What are you giggling so hard for?" "Nothing," she said. "Everything." "Crazy French girl," I said, and carried her to the end of the RV and tossed her on the bed like she wanted. She landed and immediately twisted and turned, biting her lip as she positioned herself on her stomach, looking at me eagerly as she slowly kicked her legs and her little bum bounced, humping the air a little. "Oh, I think she wants to suck your cock," Erica said, coming up behind me and resting her cheek on my shoulder. She reached around my waist and started lowering my shorts. "Is that what you want, Ivy?" Ivy nodded, grinning. "Well, I've got a surprise for a naughty girl. You are very lucky, because you picked a man who happens to have a very nice, fat cock." Erica said, and dropped my shorts, letting my mostly-hard cock out. "Oh, fuck," Ivy said, her eyes going happily large. "It is a very good cock." She looked up at Erica. "May I please suck the very good cock?" "Good manners," Erica said. "Yes, Ivy, you may suck Harrison. But from now on you should call it his fat cock." "Yes, mo" the rest of what she was saying became garbled as she leaned forward and spoke with the head of my cock between her lips, and came. She hadn't been expecting it, and her legs started to kick as she tensed up and pulled away from my cock, lowering her face to the bed. Then her body released all its tension and she sucked in a deep, ragged breath. "Woah!" she exhaled, loud and wordless, as a second wave of the orgasm passed through her. Erica reached around and ran her fingers through Ivy's hair as the smaller, younger woman rode a third and final wave of the vaccine-induced orgasm. She was left panting, and rolled over onto her back and looked back up at us in confusion and what looked like drunken delight. "What was that? I have never come so fast," she said in wonder "Didn't they tell you to expect that?" Erica asked. Ivy shook her head. "Huh, that's weird. They told my group," Erica said. "That was the imprinting process starting. Can you feel that ache, down in your clit? That's the vaccine too. Soon you'll feel it on your tongue, aching to get Harri's come anywhere you can inside you." "I already wanted this," Ivy said, her grin not slipping. She rolled back over onto her stomach and opened her mouth, but then hesitated. "Does this,” "No," I said, "Not every time." "Too bad, but also good," Ivy said. "It would be very hard to suck your cock if this happened every time." Then she took me back into her mouth and began bobbing her head quickly. I had a feeling she was actually a brunette and dyed her hair up to the dirty blonde she wore it. The dark undertones were more real than the light ones. Erica came around me now and slipped out of her shorts, going down to her panties and my shirt she'd been wearing, and got on her knees on the bed next to Ivy. She sat tall, and I kissed her as Ivy suckled on my cock. "Enjoy yourself, babe," Erica assured me. "We both want this." I raised an eyebrow and reached around her, grabbing her meatier ass. "You don't need to keep reassuring me, E. Or does 'mommy' need a good seeing to as well?" "Oh, I always need a good seeing to," Erica grinned. She started to lower down slowly, maintaining eye contact with me. "But first I think I need to make sure our naughty girl here knows how to treat you properly. Let me see you suck his cock, Ivy." Ivy beamed up at me, eyes flicking between my face and Erica's as the older woman leaned close. "Good, really slobber on that cock," Erica said softly, stroking Ivy's hair. "It's going to be cracking that cute little ass of yours open soon, so it needs to be very hard and very slippery." Ivy mumbled something unintelligible. "But don't forget his balls," Erica said. Ivy immediately took my cock from her mouth and lifted it with a hand, trying to take my sack between her lips but only fitting one nut as she tongued and worked her mouth. Erica took Ivy's place at my cock, putting her lips around the head and starting to blow me. "Oh, fuck, that's new," I groaned, looking down at both women staring up at me with smiles in their eyes. I put a hand on each of their heads. Ivy didn't let up, switching from one ball to the other as my cock rubbed across her face, but Erica popped off of the end and grinned at me before sliding back on the bed and taking up a position behind Ivy. "Now, what do we have here?" Erica asked, wrapping her fingers into the elastic band of Ivy's mesh panties. "Someone is a very naughty girl, dressing so slutty. Look, I can see everything! So what could possibly be the point of this?" She started pulling the panties down over Ivy's ass, and the younger woman shifted her hips eagerly, letting her do it. "Back to my cock now," I grunted, and Ivy followed my orders. Once I was back in her mouth, I ran my fingers down the side of her face, just watching as she looked up at me with adoringly needy eyes. Erica had gotten Ivy's panties off, and she tossed them aside as she knelt next to the pale girl and started to massage her upturned butt. "Ivy, you have a very cute ass," she said, stroking the girl's smooth skin. Just like her front, Ivy had a thin black line running down the middle of her spine, bisecting her from her hairline all the way down to her ass crack. On one side of the line her pale, smooth skin was flawless. On the other, she sported a collection of black tattoos; most of them flowery and nicely designed, a few of them more 'witchy' like flying crows and a jagged, leafless tree. "M'ank 'oo," Ivy mumbled around my cock, and wiggled her butt. Erica quickly sucked two fingers into her mouth and, biting the inside of her lip as she grinned, slipped them down between Ivy's legs and began slowly, teasingly fingering the younger woman's cunt. Ivy immediately responded by shuddering and starting to blow me faster, bobbing her head as she moaned with my cock in her mouth, pressing against the inside of her cheeks. "For a girl who prefers it in the ass, our naughty little girl gets very wet," Erica said to me. "Is that right?" I asked, and looked down at Ivy and her big eyes. "Do you get wet and ready for a cock even if you don't want one in that hole?" "Umm hmm," she hummed and nodded, then pulled her lips from my cock. "When I am ready, the right man will have a very good time with my naughty cunt." Erica leaned forward, bringing her lips to Ivy's ear from behind. "And what about Harrison? Is he the right man?" I could see the conflict warring in Ivy. She didn't know; her instincts were to shy away. But the vaccine, that need and horniness it had put in Erica, was in Ivy as well. She wanted me, wanted my cum. Wanted it inside her, to match with the vaccine. Chemically, she wanted to say yes. "You don't need to answer that," I told her reassuringly, stroking the side of her face again. Then I glanced at Erica, who raised an eyebrow at me, but I just shook my head. Ivy, a thankful look in her eyes, quickly went back to blowing me while Erica played with her cunt. Eventually I pulled away, and in one move picked up and flipped Ivy over onto her back. She giggled, and I was glad that she'd been honest with me about wanting to be thrown around in bed; I would have likely asked, or maybe told, her to move. Instead she seemed to really enjoy the manhandling. "Get the rest of the lingerie off," I said. The mesh bra did nothing to hide her perky, small boobs from me, but I wanted her naked. There was a practical element; once the bonding process was completed, she was going to zonk out and having that strappy lingerie on for hours and hours wouldn't be good for her or it. But there was also a primal thing in me that just wanted this strangely innocent, strangely filthy girl naked for me. She stripped quickly, and Erica took that time to peel off my shirt that she was wearing as well, revealing her bigger, heavy tits. "Oh, my," Ivy said, and sat up, reaching for Erica's chest. "You are so beautiful, Erica." Erica grinned and leaned forward a bit, allowing Ivy to press her face into Erica's cleavage. "She's like a horny teenage boy," Erica laughed. Ivy was kissing and licking her cleavage all over. "So am I, when it comes to you," I said, and slipped off the bed to stand behind her, kissing her on the cheek and then down to her neck while I reached around and cupped her tits from below, lifting them for Ivy to feast on. "Oh, god, this is heaven," Erica moaned, leaning her head back on my shoulder. "Have you ever done a threesome before?" I asked her quietly. "Once. Three women," she mumbled. "Not that great, really." "Too much fake cock?" I asked. "That, and tribbing is stupid. Doesn't do anything for me, and they both loved it." "Hear that, Ivy? No tribbing," I said. "But can I eat her cunt?" Ivy asked, coming up for air from the bounty of tits she was enjoying. "I think my answer is 'whenever you want,'" Erica laughed. "First I want more of your mouth," I said to Ivy. "Lay back down. And Erica, I'd love to see you eat her out." Erica grinned. "Ever seen a lesbian act in person before?" "Nothing more explicit than two drunk girls kissing to rile up some guys at a party," I said. Ivy had lain back, spreading her legs, and Erica knelt between them and slowly brought her face down to Ivy's bare cunt. It was pretty, almost like the clean and clinical specimen you would see in a biology textbook. "Do you want me to lick your cunt, Ivy?" Erica asked teasingly. "Yes, please," Ivy said and grabbed the bedspread in her fingers in anticipation. Erica went to work, and Ivy moaned loudly and wordlessly as her body tensed and then relaxed into the sensations. "Is it good," I asked. "Uh-huh," Ivy nodded and moaned. I knelt down next to her head and turned her face sideways, tapping my cock against her lips. She immediately opened them, and I slid between her lips and she began suckling. Then, after looking down and seeing the smile in Erica's eyes as she watched me getting blown while she ate cunt, I began to thrust lightly into Ivy's mouth. The dirty blonde dropped her jaw, and worked her tongue, and soon I was pumping steadily, treating her lips just roughly enough to feel divine. I reached down and palmed her tit, which so far had been almost entirely ignored. I happened to grab the tattooed side of her, where the boob itself was still a blank canvas but was surrounded by them dark patterns. Her nipple was a firm little nub in my palm, and her moaning on my cock changed to a higher pitch when I grabbed her more firmly, and then began playing with her nipple between my fingers. Erica, seeing the change in Ivy, mimicked me and reached up for her other tit and grabbed it as well. "Muh," Ivy moaned, but didn't try to pull away from my thrusting. She whined on my cock, thrusting her hips up and down, grinding against Erica's face. Then, seeing her coming to a peak, I thrust in and held my cock deep in her mouth, but not to the point of gagging her. I pinched the nipple I was holding, and Erica focused on her clit, and Ivy went off with a long shudder and another muffled howl. I pulled my cock from her mouth when she was coming down. "Keep going," I told Erica. "Get her there again." Then I stepped off of the bed and behind Erica, whose panty-clad ass was up in the air at the edge of the bed. I pulled her panties down to her thighs, set my cock against her puffy cunt, and thrust inside firmly, claiming her as mine again. "Yes, babe," Erica gasped into Ivy's cunt. "Fuck, yes, my fucking stud." "Oh, fuck," Ivy groaned, eyes half-closed as she grabbed at her own tits harshly and watched me fucking Erica from behind. Within five thrusts I was burying deep into my girlfriend at a good, steady pace. "You two are so fucking hot," Ivy said breathily, her accent turning every croon into a delightful sentence instead of something that might have come across as crude. I fucked Erica steadily, one hand on her hip and the other keeping hold of her wonderful ass, and she thrust back at me while trying to keep her lips and tongue working. I wanted Erica to feel how desirable I found her, even in this threesome with a brand new woman between us. I wanted her to know she wasn't just forced on me; she was a choice. She chose me, and I chose her back. Leaning forward, I let go of her waist and ass and grabbed her tits hanging below her, palming them and lifting their weight as she remained ass up and face down in Ivy's cunt. "I fucking love you, E," I said. "I love your body, I love your personality, and I love your mind. And right now, I really love how fucking sexual you are." "Fuck," Ivy groaned. "Fuck, that is so hot." Erica was starting to falter in her fucking back at me, which I knew meant she was getting close but I wanted to push her farther. "Ivy," I said. "It's almost time. How much prep does your ass need?" Ivy licked her lips, that carnal need growing inside of her with every passing minute. "For most guys, two fingers would be enough. But for you, I think three, if Mommy will do it for me?" "What do you think, 'mommy,'" I grinned. "Are you up for prepping her?" Erica slurped off of Ivy's cunt and flipped the girl onto her stomach, then spread her ass cheeks and spit onto her asshole. "For her, and to watch you fuck this cute little ass, absolutely," Erica said. I really couldn't see all that much of the oral portion of the prep, since I continued to fuck Erica. I slowed, and thrust deep and firm instead of faster and harder, and gave her the chance to work. Soon enough, Erica had two fingers in Ivy's ass and was adding a third. "Oh, mommy, yes," Ivy moaned. "Finger my ass. Spread my asshole for our man. God, I want that fat cock up my ass so badly. Harrison, please don't make me wait. Please don't back out, I need it so badly." "Who does this ass belong to now, Ivy?" Erica asked her. "Fuck, fuck," Ivy gasped. Erica slapped the side of her ass cheek. "Who does this ass belong to now, dirty little girl?" "Harrison," Ivy moaned. "Oh, fuck, Harrison. Fuck my ass. Take my ass. Take it. Take it." I pulled out of Erica, watching for just a moment as her cunt was split by me and didn't want to let go, then hopped back up on the bed. Erica pulled her fingers out of Ivy's hole, and I spun the younger woman around on the bed and pulled her up onto her hands and knees. Ivy dropped her face to the mattress as she reached back and held her ass cheeks open, her butthole winking at me. "Fuck my ass. Please, Butt fuck me. Own my butt," she panted. I placed my cock to her asshole and pressed forward. "Oh, fuck yes," Ivy almost howled. "Oh, it is so good. Merci, merci, oh fuck yes." I was halfway in when she finally clenched and I stopped. Erica, meanwhile, had shifted her seating on the bed so she was on her ass, and she spread her legs in front of Ivy's face. "Hey, now it's time for you to lick my cunt, dirty girl," she said. Ivy lifted her head and groaned as she tasted Erica for the first time, and as she did Ivy's ass relaxed, and I pushed in the rest of the way. "Yes," she mumbled. "Yes, fuck, so good. So full." I slowly pulled back out, then pushed back in. I'd tried anal before, once with a German girl I met off base, but it had been tough going. With Ivy, it was like she was just built different. She squeezed back at me, pushed to get me deeper. "She really is an Anal Queen," I gasped to Erica, who opened her eyes and grinned savagely at me. "I can't believe you're fucking her in the ass right now," she said. "Neither can I," I said, and started to properly thrust into that tight but forgiving asshole. "She's fucking good with her tongue, too," Erica groaned. "I can feel myself getting soaked." "Careful," I snickered. "There are the only sheets we have right now." "Oh, fuck off," Erica laughed. I had just started fucking into Ivy harder still, and she was sucking in deep breaths and moaning like a pornstar, when there was a loud banging on the main door of the RV. There was absolutely no way they couldn't hear what was happening in here, let alone that I had to assume the RV was rocking a bit. "Don't stop," Ivy gasped, lifting her face from Erica's cunt and begging me over her shoulder. "Please, keep fucking my ass. You can't stop. I need you to keep going." "Fuck, I was so close," Erica groaned, and the knocking happened again, banging on the door. Erica rolled off the bed. "You can't stop now, you might break her mind. I'll deal with this." "Yes, Harri, fuck me. So good, fuck my ass. Fuck my ass!" Ivy moaned, even fucking louder now that she didn't have Erica's cunt to muffle her. Erica stalked naked out into the main area of the RV, and she slipped on the robe that Ivy had been using earlier. She pulled it closed in the front and opened the door. "Hey, so this is awkward,” I could hear Vanessa say, but then I was shocked when instead of going outside to talk to her, Erica reached out and pulled her inside the RV. "Fuck, E! You didn't shut the door," I said. "Oh, shit. Sorry!" Erica called, and I only half believed her. There was one long moment of chaos where Vanessa was inside, looking down the length of the RV right at me as I was thrusting away, my nuts slapping against Ivy's cunt as I fucked her ass at speed. "Fuck," I grunted, and I made to pull out. "No, please, merde. Don't stop fucking my ass. Don't stop. Fuck my little ass. Come inside, I need you to come inside. Rempli-moi, mon homme. Mon cher. Fuck, mon amour!" I couldn't stop. I was so fucking close to coming, but I also had to move. So I did the only thing I could do; I wrapped my arms around Ivy's torso, fucked my cock as deep into her ass as I could, and picked her up and lifted her off of the bed. "Fuck, mon amour. I love you fucking my ass. Own my ass, mon amour. Fill me, fuck me," she babbled. I got us out of direct line of sight, pressing Ivy against the wall of the RV just next to the door to the bedroom, and I fumbled with one hand and slammed it shut as I kept thrusting into her. "Fuck. Fuck! I want you, I want it inside. Je veux croquer la pomme. Je suis très mouillée pour toi, mon amour. Fuck me. I love you?" she gasped the last words, like she was unsure, but enlightened by the idea. And then I came, pressing her up against the wood paneling and carpet of the RV walls. I came deep inside her ass, and she leaned back into me as her entire body shook. Her jaw was clenched tight, a small whine coming through almost like one of those dog whistles. "Sorry about that, Vanessa," I heard Erica talking through the walls. "We got a new vaccine partner who moved in with the RV. We were just, um, going through the bonding process." "That is; I mean, I'm sorry?" Vanessa mumbled. "It was obvious what was... happening, but we kind of need to get to work again. I wasn't expecting you to..." "That's totally my fault," Erica said. "I was a little fuck drunk; Harrison is very capable, and our new partner Ivy has a very skilled tongue." ".....Okay," Vanessa exhaled. That was when it felt more like I was holding Ivy up, rather than her standing on her own, and I carefully pulled my cock from her still-clenching butt and scooped her up in my arms. "Imprinting. Imprinting," she was mumbling. "Still fucking creepy," I grumbled, shaking my head as I looked at her in my arms. She was all woman, but like this I couldn't help but feel protective of the young woman who'd been forced into making choices that led her to my bed. The whole experience was amazing, but it was still... ugh. I set Ivy down on the bed and lay the sheet over her, and she curled up around a pillow and continued to mumble. This let me find and pull my shorts back on and exit the room. Erica was sitting on the murphy table, which she'd folded down, and Vanessa was sitting on the L-bench. "Vanessa, I am so sorry you got an eyeful of me like that," I said. "No, it's fine," Vanessa said, raising a hand. "You guys explained some of it last night, and Erica was just telling me again about the whole vaccine process and stuff. I didn't realize that's what this was and you couldn't, ah, interrupt the process." I nodded, and during the following brief conversation I apologized a couple more times. We quickly went through the plan for the day; which included finishing up all the rest of the moving out of the house so that it could be demolished the next morning. "And that's it," Vanessa nodded. "Uh, before I go; could I see her?" "You mean Ivy?" Erica asked. "Yeah," Vanessa said. "I mean, not if she's in a compromising position or whatever. But last night you and Leo talked about the 'imprinting' thing, and I'm probably going to have to do that eventually. I'd like to see it beforehand." I sucked my teeth for a moment, then nodded. "Sure, I think she should be decent." I led Vanessa to the back of the RV and opened the bedroom door. Ivy was still where I'd left her. Vanessa scooted around the outside of the bed, leaning forward and watching Ivy's face as she smiled and mumbled 'Imprinting' over and over. "That's freaky," Vanessa whispered, standing back up and coming out of the room. "But she's also gorgeous." "Just wait until you see her tattoos," Erica said. "She has some really interesting work done." "Yeah?" Vanessa asked. "Cool. I'm looking forward to meeting her." Erica smiled. "So, uh, how long before you need us?" "Like, twenty minutes ago," Vanessa smirked. "No," Erica shook her head. "I mean, how long until you need us." "Oh!" Vanessa said again, her eyes going wide. "Um.. another... fifteen minutes?" Erica smiled and winked. "I'll make it work." Vanessa, blushing, left the RV and shut the door behind her, while Erica turned and dropped the robe, revealing her naked body to me again. "I need you to fuck my orgasm back to life, babe," she said, staring hotly. "Fuck me fast and hard." I pulled her into my arms, laughing along with her as I glanced around the RV, deciding which part of the big luxury vehicle we should christen first. With Ivy safely tucked away in the back of the RV, and Erica and I working the knots out of her system quickly, it really was time to get to work. While Erica and I had been busy, Leo had been equally busy, going to wake up Danielle and show her their new temporary home as well. "Come on, rabbits," Erica called, knocking on the back window of their RV. "You would have been so pissed if he did that to you," I said. Erica laughed and shrugged. "Yeah, so?" "You two have a very different relationship than me and my sister," I said. The curtain on the window pulled aside a little, Leo glancing out and glaring at Erica. "Fuck off," he said, flashing her the finger. "We need to get to work!" Erica called again. Leo looked like he was about to say something snarky, but was pulled away and Danielle was now in the open corner of the window. "Sorry," she said, barely audible through the glass and over the sounds of construction work happening nearby. "I'll make sure we're quick." Her angelic face flashed us both a smile, and then she dropped the curtain. "Did you see what I saw?" Erica asked, turning to me. "You mean her whole naked tit?" I asked. "God damn, it's like that girl was manufactured to be 'Sexiest Woman Alive," Erica chuckled. "I don't know about that," I said, taking her hand and leading her away. "You'd give her a run for her money." "Compliments will serve you well, boyfriend," Erica smiled, squeezing my hand and winking. It turned out that the surveyors didn't need major tours again yet, so I was more free to help with the packing and the moving. Once Leo and Danielle joined us; letting us know the water pressure in the RV showers was pitiful at best; the work went quickly. We moved our clothing and things we knew we'd need sooner than later into the RVs, everything else got moved into the storage containers. A third container was dropped off to help with housing Leo's woodworking equipment, which gave us more space to start organizing things as well. How long did a house take to build? How long until they even started on our houses? These were the sorts of questions we just didn't have answers to, so we had to guess we would probably be in the RVs at least through the fall and winter and into next year. It was around the middle of the afternoon, and I was busy securing my father's old gun safe in the storage container with the woodworking tools, when I heard the telltale sound of another vehicle pulling up the driveway. Not three days ago, that sort of commotion would have had me wondering who it could be, and why they were out here in the middle of nowhere. And that wasn't just because of the pandemic quarantine; it had been that way my whole childhood. There were three kinds of visitors to the Black family ranch; expected, in need, and unwanted. Now I heard vans and trucks moving almost constantly, and there must have been thirty or more people working just within fifty yards and I'd only met half of them. It was strange. "Excuse me, Mr. Black?" A man asked. I turned from the gun safe and found a scraggly-looking kid, maybe all of twenty and looking like he was all bones and unkempt facial hair. He was wearing a reflective construction vest and had a hard hat tucked under one arm. "Just Harrison is fine," I said, shutting the safe and spinning the dial to lock it. "What can I do for you? Is Vanessa looking for me?" "Who? No, I don't think so," the kid said. "I'm with the grading crew working on the highway? There's, uh, some people who showed up demanding to talk to you." I took a breath and nodded. It could have been a couple of different people. "What did they look like?" "Well," he hesitated. "There were two women and three men, and they pulled up in a green pickup truck and a white panel van." "Kid, are they all Natives?" I asked. "Um, yeah," he said, clearly uncomfortable. He'd likely grown up somewhere far from a reservation, and probably in a major city, so his experience was limited to a little bubble. "Alright, I know what this is," I sighed. Part of me considered opening the gun safe back up, but I ended up figuring it would just make things worse. Guns usually did. It was tempting, though. I followed the kid out to the front and waved down Erica and Vanessa as they were talking on the front stoop of the house. "Hey, I need to head down to t

Sven chats with Jon Hoekstra (He/Him) about his song "My Dog Says" of of the album "Little Grassy," the CU music scene, and his favorite non-musical thing.  List of CU music opportunities mentioned in the episode: Slow Jam (Mondays, 7-9 PM, Lincoln Square) - https://sites.google.com/view/slowjam Songs in Progress - songwriter's feedback circle - email dochoekstra@gmail.com CU Bluegrass Jam (Tuesdays, 7-9 PM, Lincoln Square): cubluegrass@outlook.com CU Old Time Jam (Thursdays, 7-9 PM, Lincoln Square) CU Open Mics - https://www.facebook.com/CUopenmic CU Soiree Musicale - First Sundays, acoustic listening room at Channing-Murray Chapel CU Ukulele Jam - https://www.facebook.com/groups/ChampaignUrbanaUkuleleJam/ East Central Illinois Dulcimer Club. - https://facebook.com/groups/2017423211875128/ Little Grassy Winter Songwriter Retreat - Feb/Mar in Southern IL Mahomet Music Club - Thursdays - https://www.facebook.com/MahometMusicClub/ OLLI Folk Singing Interest Group - https://olli.illinois.edu/olliatillinois/course/course.aspx?catId=12   Activities at the Rose Bowl: https://www.rosebowltavern.com/#calendar-1 Hootenanny Monday Nights 8pm-12am, Jazz Jam  Wednesday Nights 10-12am Country Jam 3rd Sunday 6-9pm    Ensembles and lessons at Community Center for the Arts (C4A) - https://c-4a.org/    

It's been way too long since we checked in with the folks at Sterling  Community Center in Stratford, so stay tuned and hear from the leader of this legacy nonprofit agency and learn about how the Sterling team is creating impactful & inclusive programs and services that engage and cultivate a thriving community.

It's been way too long since we checked in with the folks at Sterling  Community Center in Stratford, so stay tuned and hear from the leader of this legacy nonprofit agency and learn about how the Sterling team is creating impactful & inclusive programs and services that engage and cultivate a thriving community. Then, as we are still reeling from the devastating flood tragedy in Texas, we'll connect with the Connecticut Insurance Dept. to hear a few of the most important and locally relevant points in their latest report outlining plans for reducing weather-related risks and strengthening our state's weather resilience. And we'll wrap things up with a couple of friends from the Connecticut Resource Conservation & Development Area talking about how they are hard at work supporting veteran Connecticut farmers while they prepare for the upcoming Veterans Farmers Market.

Lucille Ciudad Real, Principal of Carson Elementary STEAM Magnet School, talks about the school's partnership with Bayside Community Center, along with the its strong dual language program for native and English speaking students.  Real is joined by Adam Osorio, Associate Director of Communications for Bayside CC, and Fernando Lucas, a former Bayside student, to talk about Bayside's Academic Club and Back-to-School campaign.About Spotlight and Cloudcast Media  "Spotlight On The Community" is the longest running community podcast in the country, continuously hosted by Drew Schlosberg for 19 years.  "Spotlight" is part of Cloudcast Media's line-up of powerful local podcasts, telling the stories, highlighting the people, and celebrating the gravitational power of local.   For more information on Cloudcast and its shows and cities served, please visit www.cloudcastmedia.us. Cloudcast Media | the national leader in local podcasting.   About Mission Fed Credit Union  A community champion for over 60 years, Mission Fed Credit Union with over $6 billion in member assets, is the Sponsor of Spotlight On The Community, helping to curate connectivity, collaboration, and catalytic conversations.  For more information on the many services for San Diego residents, be sure to visit them at https://www.missionfed.com/

The game is afoot! The Friends of the Wilson County Public Libraries will host 10 different Murder Mystery games Saturday, Aug. 2, in the Wilson County Expo and Community Center in Floresville. Join other sleuths from 1-5 p.m. to discover the culprits. Settings include a vineyard in France's Loire Valley, Hollywood, a Scottish distillery, the Alps, the Yucatan Peninsula, and even the famed Orient Express as 20 murder mysteries run simultaneously. From Murder at Merkister Hall to Blood on the Silver Screen, there's a period and setting for all mystery fans. There's room for 160 players. Dress up for the...Article Link

Nancy discussion the S.T.A.R.S. program for the upcoming school year, the opening of the Childcare Center, senior nutrition numbers, food pantry visits, and more on the WRAM Morning Show.

Clarendon Park, a Chicago Park District Community Center in the north side Uptown neighbhorhood which originally opened in 1916 and was once in danger of being demolished, has reopened.

Clarendon Park Community Center In Uptown Neighborhood Reopens

Clarendon Park, a Chicago Park District Community Center in the north side Uptown neighbhorhood which originally opened in 1916 and was once in danger of being demolished, has reopened.

Clarendon Park Community Center In Uptown Neighborhood Reopens

Clarendon Park, a Chicago Park District Community Center in the north side Uptown neighbhorhood which originally opened in 1916 and was once in danger of being demolished, has reopened.

Clarendon Park Community Center In Uptown Neighborhood Reopens

The South Texas Environmental and Conservation Symposium will be held on Friday, Sept. 5, at the Wilson County Expo and Community Center in Floresville to enhance awareness of critical environmental issues. It is an event organized by the Wilson County Beautification Association. The public is invited to hear speakers and experts address essential topics. Speakers include Mary Michael Lipford Zahed and Dr. Allen A. Berthold from the Texas Water Resources Institute; Aarin Teague, general manager of Evergreen Underground Water Conservation District; Mikel Wilkins and Lee Marlowe from the San Antonio River Authority; and Soll Sussman and Cindy Luongo Cassidy from...Article Link

Cupcakes and history marked the 60th anniversary of Vancouver's Marshall Community Center. Paul Valencia shares stories of its past, present, and the generations of residents it continues to serve. https://www.clarkcountytoday.com/people/marshall-community-center-celebrates-60-years/ #VancouverWA #MarshallCommunityCenter #CommunityAnniversary #GeorgeMarshall #ClarkCounty #CommunityCenter #VancouverParks #YouthPrograms #Seniors #PaulValencia

A new mural was installed at the Fletcher Place Community Center, painted in anticipation for the WNBA All-Star weekend. A proposed project to address affordable housing in Indianapolis received scrutiny at a recent meeting. Jeff Butts, who has led Wayne Township schools for more than a decade, will retire in January. A proposed data center would rezone more than 400 acres in Franklin Township on Indianapolis' southeast side – the city heard arguments for and against the proposal on Thursday. Want to go deeper on the stories you hear on WFYI News Now? Visit wfyi.org/news and follow us on social media to get comprehensive analysis and local news daily. Subscribe to WFYI News Now wherever you get your podcasts. WFYI News Now is produced by Drew Daudelin, Zach Bundy and Abriana Herron, with support from News Director Sarah Neal-Estes.

Vancouver's Marshall Community Center turns 60 on July 2, and everyone is invited to celebrate with free swimming, games, crafts, and more. The city-run center has served generations with recreation programs and community connection. https://www.clarkcountytoday.com/news/community-celebrates-60-years-of-health-connection-and-creativity-at-marshall-community-center/ #MarshallCommunityCenter #VancouverWA #CommunityCelebration #AccessToRecreation #SwimLessons #GeorgeMarshall #RecreationPrograms #FamilyEvents #CityOfVancouver #PublicFacilities

Spotlighting the Community Center at the Beech House with this week's segment.See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Double Southern New Hampshire University (SNHU) alumnus and SNHU staff member Scott Cloutier recently accomplished a first for New Hampshire. In April 2025, Cloutier and a team of local volunteers opened Manchester True Collaborative, the state's only LGBTQIA+ community center. 

Conversations this week included Moab Free Concert Series' Cassie Paup – talking about the summer lineup; Spanish Trail Arena's Angie Book sharing all the reasons to get excited about the upcoming Grand County Fair; and a great conversation with Our Village Community Center's Annie Thomas about their free produce program, summer camps and their upcoming anniversary celebration.

Send us a textGet ready to discover a side of Vietnam that remains largely unknown to most Western visitorsVietnam's northern provinces hold secrets beyond the usual tourist trail—and in this episode, we go “church hunting” to uncover them. Joined by my returning guest, Ha (Hannah) from S5-E18 – Hanoi Below the Surface, we explore the stunning Catholic heritage in regions like Ninh Binh and Nam Dinh.With roots dating back to the 16th century and flourishing during French colonial times, Catholicism in Vietnam has left behind a breathtaking legacy of Gothic cathedrals, convents, and monasteries. We visit iconic sites like Phú Nhai Basilica and Bùi Chù Cathedral, as well as hidden gems like the Chau Son Monastery. All in flourishing communities.Ha shares her local insights and personal reflections as we trace the footsteps of history through quiet villages brimming with faith, architectural wonder, and community spirit. If you thought Vietnam was only temples and beaches—prepare to be surprised. These soulful spaces welcome all who seek beauty, history, and a deeper connection to place.The Churches we visited in our trip are listed below. I urge you to go to the Podcast episode for pictures and video of our journey;- www.whataboutvietnam.comChurch 1 -Bui Chu Cathedral Church 2 - Phu Nhai Basilica Church 3 - Kien Lao Church.Church 4 - Hung Nghia Church Church 5 – Chau Son MonasteryChurch 6 - Phat Diem Stone Cathedral I also encourage you to check out this newly released book on churches in Vietnam by Peter Steinhauer - CathedralsThe best way to connect with me is not via text, it is through the website www.whataboutvietnam.com website and email.Thank you for listening. Do not send TEXT as I am unable to respond directly. Please email whataboutvietnam@gmail.com Keep abreast of news on our social pages on FB, IG,LinkedIn and TikTokWe'd love a review on your podcast channel.Let me design your #customised #private tour of Vietnam - See our Travel ServicesDo you need a #Dental Procedure? Why not find out what's possible through our Dental and #Cosmetic Medical partner Worldwide Beauty Hospital. Mention #whataboutvietnam to receive 5% discount at Worldwide Beauty Hospital

Connect with Emily and Belmont Community Center at: Website: https://belmontcommunitycenter.org/Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/belmontcommunitycenterlincoln/Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/belmontcommunitycenterlincolnLinkedIn: https://www.linkedin.com/company/belmontcommunitycenterlincoln/Get KidGlov's new book Untangling Spaghetti: A Branding Fable: kidglov.com/untanglingspaghettiWhat does it actually take to nurture a thriving neighborhood? The Belmont Community Center has been answering this question for 88 remarkable years, transforming Northwest Lincoln one connection at a time.Executive Director Emily Koopman guides us through the center's extraordinary journey from its humble 1937 beginnings in an abandoned church to the vibrant community hub it is today. This deep legacy of trust allows the center to "pivot at every corner" to address ever-changing community needs. From early childhood classrooms and after-school programs to hosting AA meetings and family celebrations, the center provides both critical services and a neutral space for bringing diverse stakeholders together. Through it all, their collaborative philosophy remains constant: "It's not the Belmont Community Center doing the work—it's WE who are doing the work."Welcome to the Agency for Change podcast.

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Newport Recreation Director PJ Lovely is here as we talk Rec Logos, the rainy track season & what might happen this weekend for the State Championships, different tracks around the state, Teen Trips still have avails, programs at the Community Center, being cool as a dad and more.

From the Newport Rec Dept, PJ Lovely is here as we talk about the Track season, the old Little League days, baseball, upcoming events at the Community Center and lots more.  Sponsored by Sugar River Bank

Aux États-Unis, le terme « crunchy moms » a longtemps été associé à des mères démocrates, hippies et partisanes d'une vie plus holistique et naturelle pour leurs enfants. Depuis quelques mois, l'élection du nouveau ministre de la Santé RFK Jr., qui fait débat, notamment pour ses théories complotistes, a mis en lumière un nouveau type de « crunchy moms » qui le soutiennent : elles sont chrétiennes, conservatrices, anti-vaccination, en faveur de l'école à la maison et surtout en lutte contre un système dominé par les grandes industries agro-alimentaires. De notre correspondante dans le Michigan, Margot GuicheteauJenny vit à Carleton, une petite ville de campagne à l'ouest de Detroit. Coiffeuse deux jours par semaine, elle consacre le reste de son temps à sa fille de deux ans, Faye, qui court, cet après-midi, dans la maison, bible à la main. La jeune maman a décidé de ne pas vacciner son enfant, lit les ingrédients de tout ce qu'elle achète, et se laisse guider par sa foi pour prendre ses décisions. Elle cite un verset qui l'inspire au quotidien : « Elle travaille avec dévouement, elle prend soin de sa famille, et veille à ce que chacun soit vêtu. Je pense que beaucoup de ces valeurs me poussent à servir ma famille. »Même son de cloche avec Ashley, mère de trois enfants, qui se rend fréquemment au Community Center de Brighton, un grand centre catholique offrant de nombreuses activités où elle peut retrouver ses amies et laisser ses enfants jouer. Diagnostiquée à 21 ans de la maladie de Hashimoto, elle est convaincue que le système est responsable de la hausse des maladies : « Six Américains sur dix souffrent d'une maladie chronique. La génération de mes enfants est la plus malade de l'histoire, alors où allons-nous à partir de là ? Où serons-nous dans cinq ans si nous n'agissons pas ? Je pense que RFK Jr. (Robert Francis Kennedy Jr.), que je suis depuis longtemps, pose les bonnes questions. C'est son moment donné par Dieu, et je crois qu'il va résoudre la crise sanitaire dans notre pays. »« Crunchy moms » ont foi en RFK Jr.Martha, de Northville, a grandi dans une famille démocrate et athée. Aujourd'hui, elle a changé de bord. Ici, dans sa grande maison de campagne, elle fait école pour ses cinq enfants vifs d'esprit, qui s'amusent à tous les étages. Pour elle, ce mouvement est plutôt un facteur d'unification. « Le mouvement "crunchy" réunit en réalité libéraux et conservateurs, car le pays est tellement divisé. J'espère que cela nous permet de trouver un terrain d'entente, en réalisant que nous partageons des valeurs communes. »Si les « crunchy moms » ont foi en RFK Jr., le corps médical reste sceptique. Au DMC, l'hôpital de Detroit, Rachael Hone, pathologiste, pense que ces « crunchy moms » manquent d'informations : « Les vaccins sont la meilleure des préventions. J'ai peur de voir les progrès réalisés dans le domaine de la santé annulés à cause de personnes qui ne se font pas vacciner. Il faut qu'un certain pourcentage de la population soit vacciné pour que ces vaccins fonctionnent, donc si de plus en plus de gens choisissent de ne pas se faire vacciner, de plus en plus de personnes vont tomber malades, c'est un risque scientifique. »Selon le PEW Center, 31% des républicains affirment aujourd'hui que « les vaccins sont plus dangereux que les maladies qu'ils étaient censés prévenir ». En 2023, seulement 57% des républicains soutenaient l'idée de vacciner les enfants fréquentant les écoles publiques, contre 79% en 2019.À lire aussiÉtats-Unis: l'antivax Robert Kennedy Jr revoit sa position après la mort d'un enfant de la rougeole

(Riverton, WY) - Central Wyoming College has announced their latest education collaboration with the Wyoming Inovation Partnership (WIP.) A 3D printing training will take place over two days, Wednesday, June 4 and Thursday, June 5th at CWC's Intertribal Education & Community Center. Dr. Levi Kirby from the University of Wyoming and MakerSpace Coordinator, David Maulik will help attendees learn essential tools, techniques and strategies to help your 3D printing journey. Central Wyoming College's Tash Harris and Kevin Kershisnik from Manufacturing Works stopped by our studio to chat more about the event and future of 3D printing! Listen to that podcast in the player below or searching for the County 10 Podcast anywhere you listen to podcasts. For more information and to secure your spot at the workshop, click here!

The Franciscan Way: A Conversation with the Reverend Dr. Amy Slaughter In this episode, Jon and Lauren host Reverend Dr. Amy Slaughter, who shares her journey and experiences as a priest in the Episcopal Church and a novice in the Anglican Third Order of the Society of St. Francis. Amy discusses the impact of Franciscan spirituality, the merging of two Episcopal congregations to form St. Francis Episcopal Parish and Community Center, and the importance of community building and conflict resolution. She emphasizes the significance of joy, spirituality, and connection in fostering a thriving, diverse parish that also engages with the local Spanish-speaking community. The discussion highlights how these practices not only deepen her personal faith but also strengthen her leadership and sense of community at St. Francis.00:00 Introduction and Warm Welcome00:33 Discovering the Anglican Third Order04:31 The Franciscan Influence09:15 Community Engagement and Outreach18:29 Challenges and Surprises in Ministry21:42 Final Thoughts and AdviceSt. Francis Episcopal Church & Community Center website: https://stfrancismd.org/Facebook page: https://www.facebook.com/stfrancismdAudio version of this episode is available at podcast platforms linked to https://listening-for-clues.captivate.fm/listenThe Good News! podcast series is part of the ListeningforClues portfolio. Catch us at https://listeningforclues.com/#St. Francis Episcopal Church and Community Center#EDOM #podcast #deacons #Good News! #listeningforclues.comAbout the Rev. Dr. Amy Slaughter:Amy has over 25 years experience in teaching, organizing and leadership development in faith communities, schools and non-profits. Building relationships and equipping people to come together to act on issues that matter to their communities is a key driver in all she does. Amy is an Episcopal priest and currently serves as Rector of St. Francis Episcopal Parish & Community Center in Timonium, Maryland.© 2025 Listening for Clues

Interested in seeing the development of a new community center in Albany? You are invited to an open house on Sunday, May 18th, 11am-12:30pm, at Christ's Church in Albany, to learn how a number of organizations are coordinating resources to provide accessible community programs. Paul "Batman" Collins-Hakett describes how, with full support from the pastor and congregation, the entire church will be converted to an event space and project area, with some offices on the first floor being used by the organizations. Among those participating are the RED Bookshelf (www.theredbookshelf.org) which provides free books to youth at locations around the city; Young Futures (youngfuturesco.com) which fosters financial literacy through the arts, and Upstate's Cold Brew (https://upstatescoldbrew.com/) which will create a coffee house in the space. You can participate too! Batman invites you to contribute your time, talents, and/or financial support to make the community center a reality. For details, see https://www.facebook.com/share/1FWeHYpYTe/. Produced by Brea Barthel for Hudson Mohawk Magazine.

Newport Recretion Director PJ Lovely is here (sponsored by Sugar River Bank) as we talk about the town vote on Tuesday, how busy the new Community Center is, all the programs, Summer Camp and Teen Trips, Sunshine 5K, 6 in the Stix, High School Track and lots more.

Less than three years ago, Team Peterson-Jackson was a two-agent domestic real estate team. Today, they're at 74 agents and counting. All along, they've been on a mission to:increase African American homeownership ratesbuild generational wealthcreate knowledgeable and productive real estate agentsIn this conversation, LaShawn and Towanna Peterson-Jackson welcome you into the education-based approach to expanding their business, including how systems and support anchor their value prop, their 12-week onboarding process and the mobile app that powers it, their agent- and client-attraction methods, and leadership challenges they've faced and overcome along the way.Early success was found connecting with people in Facebook Groups and delivering home-buying seminars in churches, schools, community centers, and non-profits in Detroit. Now, they're preparing to expand into Houston, Atlanta, Indiana, and beyond!Watch or listen to this conversation with Towanna and LaShawn for insights into:- Carrying culture from your personal real estate business into your real estate team- What LaShawn saw in Towanna's commission checks that had her get re-licensed as an agent- How the three aspects of their mission was sparked by a visit to Portland and Seattle, including insights into homelessness, gentrification, homeownership rates, and agent income- How home-buying seminars and an education-first approach helped launch the team- The roles and structure of their 10-staff, 74-agent organization- Why they prefer new, “baby” real estate agents, why they don't recruit, and what they look for in agents who want to join their team- Why their value prop is more about onboarding, training, and systems than it is about leads and exactly what they provide agents in these areas- When and why they shifted from working with investors to educating homeowners- Which key challenges they faced in growing the team and where they sought guidance- How each of them defined and refined their roles as leaders- When and how they're expanding to Houston, Atlanta, Indiana, and beyondAt the end, learn about Lions gear, a shoe habit, a shoe room, a lake house, and the next flight.LaShawn Peterson-Jackson:- https://www.instagram.com/lashawn_peterson_realtor/- https://www.instagram.com/teampetersonjackson/- https://www.facebook.com/lashawnf- https://www.tiktok.com/@tuts138Towanna Peterson-Jackson:- https://www.instagram.com/towannapetersonjackson/- https://www.facebook.com/towannaj- https://www.tiktok.com/@teampetersonjacksonReal Estate Team OS:- https://www.realestateteamos.com- https://linktr.ee/realestateteamos- https://www.instagram.com/realestateteamos/

Meet Sarah Justice; Executive Director of the Zootown Arts Community Center (ZACC). A ceramics artist herself, Sarah has dedicated her life to the arts. After helping the Paris Gibson Square Museum of Art in Great Falls for years, the opportunity arose in Missoula and she has excelled in her role with everything the ZACC has to offer.Check out all the ZACC is doing: https://www.zootownarts.org/

Our guest, Alexis Connor, chats with us about our Counseling and Community Center and the resources available. We host support groups, have a variety of upcoming events for Mental Health Awareness Month, and the space is also available for members of the community to use.Our show host is Brittany Spence and our Executive Producer is Castria.Subscribe today to stay up to date and don't forget to leave a rating and review!

Byrd Barr Place will host its inaugural Health and Wellness Fair on May 17 at the Rainier Community Center in Seattle, from 12 to 4 p.m. The event is tailored to the Black and African American community, offering complimentary health screenings, vaccinations, wellness resources, and workshops aimed at promoting comprehensive care. Wendy Armour, Director of Advancement for Byrd Barr Place, discusses the event with Christopher B. Bennett on the Seattle Medium's Rhythm & News Podcast.

Federal officials last week canceled a $20 million grant to build a community center in Butte. The cancellation came hours after local officials gained access to the funds

Alex Stone-- A few weeks ago Alex told you about the sea lions that were going mentally insane because of a toxic algae bloom and were attacking humans unprovoked. Now that algae bloom has grown stretching hundreds of miles in the Pacific Ocean from Southern to Central California and it's killing sea life. Included in the deaths is an unprecedented number of dolphins. In the past week 50 dead and dying dolphins have been found in Southern California. Debris runoff from January's wildfires and fertilizers going into the ocean in that runoff are making this year's algae bloom far worse than normal. // LA Kings win Game #2 in playoffs and The Harmonica Class from the Koreatown Senior and Community Center performed the national anthem before the Los Angeles Kings' games. They first performed it before Game 1 and then returned for Game 2 // National Anthems / Home invasions happening while your home in daylight—How you can protect your home. Fight or Flight // Tips on protecting your house  

PJ is here, sponsored by Sugar River Bank, as we talk about the new Community Center, all the programs, track season, green up clean up, the Sunshine 5K and more.

On this episode of Community News we talk about a murder mystery at the Community Center, discuss a new rental and we put out an all points bulletin for an intern with a special talent.

The Brightwood-Forest Manor Community Center has a new home — the east side center is now located in a former church building. A large group of anti-Trump protestors gathered at the Indiana Statehouse. Indiana Attorney General Todd Rokita and Secretary of State Diego Morales are suing the Trump administration over citizenship information. The public got its final chance Monday to testify before lawmakers on the new state budget. Want to go deeper on the stories you hear on WFYI News Now? Visit wfyi.org/news and follow us on social media to get comprehensive analysis and local news daily. Subscribe to WFYI News Now wherever you get your podcasts. WFYI News Now is produced by Drew Daudelin, Zach Bundy and Abriana Herron, with support from News Director Sarah Neal-Estes.

Sheletta chats with Jazmine Panora Morocho, a Minneapolis based engineer and volunteer at Banyan Community Center in the city's Phillips neighborhood. Jazmine talks about how Banyan was instrumental to her success growing up and why it's important for her to help inspire the next generation of leaders. 

A long-standing community hub of Minneapolis' Black community is celebrating 100 years. The Phyllis Wheatley Community Center, located in north Minneapolis, marked 100 years in October. But on Friday the center is hosting their centennial gala. Valerie Stevenson is the interim executive director and has worked with the center for more than 20 years. She joined Minnesota Now to talk about the early years of the center and what 100 years means today.

Neighbors have questions about parking north of Liberty Street.

FAN MAIL TEXT HOTLINE In this very special episode Midwest Murder is heading on Spring Break. A young spring breaker goes missing along the border of Texas and Mexico, resulting in a massive international investigation unveiling corruption, dozens of deaths, a slaughter farm, and horrific cult activity. Recorded with a massive audience at the Community Center in Tioga, ND. Episode title submitted by: JanelleLocation: Texas / MexicoVictim(s): Mark Kilroy (and many, many more)Brought to you in part by https://www.myasmission.org/Support the showhttps://linktr.ee/midwestmurderpod

Subscriber-only episodeFAN MAIL TEXT HOTLINE **This episode will be available to all listeners as regularly scheduled on Midwest Murder Monday, March 17th**In this very special episode Midwest Murder is heading on Spring Break. A young spring breaker goes missing along the border of Texas and Mexico, resulting in a massive international investigation unveiling corruption, dozens of deaths, a slaughter farm, and horrific cult activity. Recorded with a massive audience at the Community Center in Tioga, ND. Episode title submitted by: JanelleLocation: Texas / MexicoVictim(s): Mark Kilroy (and many, many more)Brought to you in part by https://www.myasmission.org/We Just CoolinWelcome to We Just Coolin, The Ultimate Chill ZoneListen on: Spotifyhttps://linktr.ee/midwestmurderpod