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En esta emisión de Autos y Más, arrancamos platicando del nuevo Jeep Cherokee 2025, totalmente rediseñado y con tecnología híbrida, será lanzado oficialmente a finales del año. Después, comentamos el prototipo de carreras hibrido Porsche 963. No dejes de escuchar la transmisión en vivo porque tendremos muchos regalos, recuerda sintonizar de lunes a viernes de 8 a 9 pm y sábados de 10 am a 12 pm por tu estación favorita MVS Noticias en el 102.5 de tu FM.See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.
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Actualités de la semaine : Première image du Jeep Cherokee 2026 Le Tesla Cybertruck et sa dépréciation de 38% en huit mois General Motors investit dans ses V8 Cette semaine, le Guide de l'auto reçoit Mathieu Roy, chroniqueur techno à TVA pour parler de l'acquisition de données en Formule 1, Hugues Gonnot nous parle de la Subaru XT et Antoine et Louis-Philippe partagent leurs impressions de conduite au sujet du Cadillac Escalade et du Cadillac Lyriq. Bonne écoute!Pour de l'information concernant l'utilisation de vos données personnelles - https://omnystudio.com/policies/listener/fr
Join hosts Tony and Steve-O on the Jeep Talk Show as they recap an epic week at Easter Jeep Safari (EJS) 2025 in Moab, Utah! Hear about their adventures, from exploring Planet of the Apes caves to encountering rattlesnakes on trails like Hoevenweep. We share stories of the Jeep Talk Show community run, including a BBQ at the caves and meeting listeners who recognized us on trails like Golden Crack. Get the latest Jeep news: Galveston Jeep Weekend is confirmed open, Stellantis faces production challenges with tariffs impacting the 2026 Cherokee and Compass, and Jeep introduces a vibrant “Joose” orange color for 2025 models. Plus, we discuss the Real Rides series by RealTruck, spotlighting employee builds, and share tips on tracking electrical gremlins with a multimeter. Don't miss our community updates—join the conversation on our Discord server and get ready for the Rubicon Trail event on June 7th! Subscribe for weekly Jeep content at jeeptalkshow.com and follow us on Instagram for more EJS pics! Keywords: Jeep Talk Show, EJS 2025, Moab adventures, Jeep Cherokee 2026, Jeep Compass 2027, Joose color Jeep, Real Rides RealTruck, off-road community, Rubicon Trail event, Jeep maintenance tips Connect with Us: Visit jeeptalkshow.com Join our Discord: jeeptalkshow.com/contact Follow @jeeptalkshow on Instagram Related Videos: “Top Trails at EJS 2025 You Need to Try” “Jeep Maintenance: Fixing Electrical Gremlins” Rev up your engines, Jeep lovers— the Jeep Talk Show is here to take you on a wild ride! For 15 years, we've been the ultimate pit stop for Jeep enthusiasts, delivering off-road thrills, insider tips, and a whole lotta Jeep passion. With a powerhouse crew of hosts and team members, we're dropping five action-packed episodes every week to fuel your Jeep obsession! Buckle up for our fan-favorite Chic Chat, a women-centric, women hosted episode that's all about empowering female Jeepers. It's the perfect space for women to dive into the world of Jeeps and off-roading, hosted by fearless ladies who live for the trail. But that's just the start—we've got over 1,200 episodes waiting to rev up your day, whether you're tearing down the highway, mowing the lawn, or pumping iron at the gym. Watch us on video or listen audio-only—your call, your adventure! Join the Jeep Talk Show family and become part of the ultimate Jeep community! Jump into our Discord chat at jeeptalkshow.com/discord, support us on Patreon for ad-free episodes at www.patreon.com/jeeptalkshow, or catch our live Round Table every Tuesday at 7:30 PM CT via Zoom (https://jeeptalkshow.com/roundtable, password: jeep). Stay in the loop with our newsletter at https://jeeptalkshow.com/newsletter and follow the action on Instagram @jeeptalkshow (instagram.com/jeeptalkshow). Head to https://jeeptalkshow.com to explore our world of Jeep madness, subscribe, and let us make your day a little more rugged and a lot more fun. Ready to roll with us? Let's hit the trails together!#JeepTalkShow #JeepLife #OffRoad
J.R. tells the story of the time he bought a red Jeep Cherokee – and the next day, everyone else did the same thing. He explores the Baader-Meinhoff principle and it applies to your leadership.. . .If you haven't signed up for my every other week FREE newsletter 5 Things in 5 Minutes (5 valuable nuggets that can be read in 5 minutes or less), check outwww.kairospartnerships.org/5t5mCoaching is THE MOST SIGNIFICANT WAY leaders can grow in their leadership. Interested in kicking the tires for a free exploratory coaching call? Just visit http://www.kairospartnerships.org/coaching to schedule your call today.And if you are wanting to grow in your leadership, the best way to do that is to participate in a leadership assessment process. That's what we offer at KP. For more information contact J.R. at jrbriggs@kairospartnerships.orgI'd love to hear from you. Drop me a line at www.kairospartnerships.org/contact**The Resilient Leaders podcast is produced by the incredibly gifted Joel Limbauan. Check out his great video and podcast work at On a Limb Productions: www.onalimbproductions.com
Jeep Talk Show, Cherokee Trailhawk, Fearless Adventures, Jeep off-road, Trailhawk mods, Jeep trail guiding, Gladiator 37s, Jeep podcast, Tyree Off-Road Lights, Jeep Cherokee lift, Uray Colorado trails, Moab Jeep, Jeep community, off-road adventures, Jeep wave #JeepTalkShow #CherokeeTrailhawk #FearlessAdventures #JeepOffRoad #TrailGuide #JeepLife #TyriLights Description: Ready for a wild Jeep ride? Join Tony on the Jeep Talk Show as he chats with Jason from Fearless Adventures—proof you don't need a Wrangler to conquer the trails! From his 2017 Cherokee Trailhawk to leading epic off-road tours, Jason spills the beans on IFS vs. solid axles, his ex's 37-inch Gladiator, and why he ditched comfort for adventure. Discover mods like 2.5-inch lifts, Bilstein shocks, and custom skid plates that make his “non-real Jeep” a beast! Sponsored by Tyree Off-Road Lights—visit tyreeoffroad.com (T-Y-R-I) for badass gear! Jason's trail-guiding gig at gofearlessadventures.com takes you from Ohio's Hocking Hills to Moab and Uray, Colorado—next runs: March 15 & 22! Plus, hear Tony's trolling tales and why Jeep waves spark laughs. Subscribe for more Jeep Talk Show action since 2010—Wrangler or not, you're family!
Jeep Talk Show, JCR Offroad, Brian JCR Offroad, Jeep interview, Off-road podcast, Jeep enthusiasts, American manufacturing, Jeep modifications, Off-road products, Jeep armor, Jeep Cherokee, Jeep Gladiator, Jeep XJ, Jeep JL, Jeep TJ, Jeep YJ, Jeep Comanche, Jeep JK, Jeep bumpers, Jeep sliders, Jeep skid plates, Jeep bed racks, Jeep armor brand, Jeep Cherokee parts, Gladiator accessories, JL modifications, JCR Offroad story, Jesus Christ Rocks, Kalamazoo Michigan, American-made Jeeps, Enthusiast-driven products, Lean manufacturing, Lean By Doing podcast, Handicorn JCR, Funny Jeep marketing, Off-road adventures, Jeep life, Jeep community, Off-road culture, Jeep mods, Jeep wheeling, Moab off-road, Jeep beach, Chinese knockoffs, Jeep manufacturing, Customer-focused business, Scaling a business, Jeep innovation, Off-road industry, JCRoffroad.com, JCR Offroad YouTube, JCR Offroad Instagram, JCR Offroad Facebook, Jeep social media, Jeep podcast, Jeep talk, Brian JCR interview, Garage to glory, Jeep history, Off-road legacy, Jeep passion, Red Jeep vs Black Jeep, Jeep ducks Buckle up, Jeep enthusiasts! In this thrilling episode of the Jeep Talk Show, we sit down with Brian, the mastermind behind JCR Offroad—a legendary Jeep armor brand that started in his mom's 20x20 garage. From humble beginnings in Kalamazoo, Michigan, to leading a powerhouse in American-made, enthusiast-driven products, Brian's story is one of grit, faith, and off-road passion. Join us as we dive into: How JCR Offroad (yes, it stands for "Jesus Christ Rocks") grew from a college side hustle to a 22-year legacy. The secrets behind their top-quality Jeep Cherokee, Gladiator, and JL products—and why they're built to last. The hilarious marketing stunts (Handicorn, anyone?) that set JCR apart in a sea of knockoffs. The challenges of battling cheap Chinese copies and staying true to their off-road roots. A sneak peek into JCR's new podcast, Lean By Doing, and their game-changing approach to lean manufacturing. Brian also shares personal anecdotes—like building bumpers in his mom's garage with a plasma cutter and a bottle jack—and how JCR continues to innovate while keeping customers at the heart of everything they do. Whether you're an XJ loyalist, a Gladiator fan, or just love a good underdog story, this interview is packed with inspiration, laughs, and Jeep wisdom you won't want to miss!
In this episode of The Healey Brothers Show, we dive into the recent leadership changes at Stellantis and what they mean for the future of Jeep, Ram, and Dodge. We discuss the departure of former CEO Carlos Tavares, the interim executive committee led by John Elkann, and key leadership moves, including Antonio Filosa as Global Chief Officer, Bob Broderdorf taking the helm at Jeep, and Tim Kuniskis returning to lead Ram. We break down how Stellantis is shifting its strategy to better meet the demands of American consumers—bringing back gasoline and hybrid options, reviving iconic models like the Jeep Cherokee and Dodge Charger, and focusing on performance, rugged SUVs, and trucks. Tune in to hear our thoughts on whether these changes will help Stellantis regain its competitive edge and what to expect next from these iconic brands.
Send us a textEver wondered how a freak accident could keep someone forever young? Join us as we unravel the peculiar charm of "The Age of Adaline," where Blake Lively's character is stuck at the age of 29 thanks to a bizarre lightning strike. Our wives put together a poll for the best Valentine's Day films, and this one made the cut—an irresistible choice for some lighthearted banter and a few laughs about the elusive secret to eternal youth. We dive into the film's intriguing mix of magic and pseudo-science, all while poking fun at its audacious plot twists and the not-so-subtle FBI hunt that follows Adaline.Our conversation doesn't shy away from the odd romance budding amidst eternal youth and life's fleeting moments. Picture a New Year's Eve party where the sparks fly awkwardly, featuring a suitor who pulls out all the stops—even risking bodily harm in an elevator just to chat! From awkward elevator encounters to grand romantic gestures, we share our thoughts on Adaline's reluctance to let love in and the poignant moment when her beloved dog passes, leaving her teetering on the edge of vulnerability. Expect a humorous take on love, loss, and the audacity of never aging.Finally, it wouldn't be our show without some whimsical banter about ridiculous movie plot points and the absurdity of life's little quirks. Imagine a comedy plot spun from a hit-and-run accident leading to chaos, or the hilarity of a Jeep Cherokee chase that defies logic. We wrap up the episode with a playful nod to the idea of koozie-handcuff combos and "ET" themed handcuffs, sprinkled with our honest ratings of the film. With gratitude for our listeners and a promise of more laughter, Tom, Hayden, and Mitch are ready to take you on this whimsical ride through romance, eternal life, and more.Support the show
#JeepTalkShow #JeepCables #JeepUpgrades #JeepLife #BatteryCables #JeepCommunity #JeepPerformance #OffRoadJeep Welcome to the Jeep Talk Show! In this exclusive interview, we dive deep with Paul Roth, the founder of JeepCables.com, to explore the world of Jeep battery cables and automotive upgrades. Paul shares his journey from crafting the first battery cables for his 1999 Jeep Cherokee to scaling his business globally. What You'll Learn: The story behind JeepCables.com's inception and growth. The importance of quality battery cables for Jeep performance. How upgrading your Jeep's cables can prevent common electrical issues. Insights on dealing with international shipping and product quality assurance. The impact of custom cables on vehicle longevity and reliability. Highlights: Discover why factory cables often fall short and how JeepCables.com fills that gap. Laugh along with our TSA and airport security anecdotes involving Jeep cables. Learn about the technical aspects of wire crimping vs. soldering. Get the scoop on Paul's current projects, including his 2023 Wrangler 392 build. Connect with JeepCables.com: Website: JeepCables.com Instagram: @JeepCables Call to Action: Don't forget to like, comment, and subscribe for more Jeep content! If you've upgraded your Jeep with JeepCables.com products, share your experience below. If you're thinking about upgrading, check out their site for all your Jeep wiring needs. Note: If you want to see more behind-the-scenes or have questions about Jeep modifications, let us know in the comments! The Jeep Talk Show has been in publication for 15 years! We have a large group of team members and hosts. We publish five episodes a week. One episode, Chic Chat, is a women only hosted episode for women that feel more comfortable watching women talk about Jeeps and off road. We hope you give us a try and if you like the show please subscribe! Our website is https://jeeptalkshow.com. We do both video and audio only so you can watch or listen which ever is more conveinant depending on where you are and what you are doing. Driving to and from work, mowing the grass, or working out at the gym. Let the Jeep Talk Show 1000+ episodes make your day better and more entertaining! Join the Jeep Talk Show family! (chat server) https://jeeptalkshow.com/discord Patreon! https://www.patreon.com/jeeptalkshow (subscribe for commercial free episodes!) Round Table recording Tuesday's 7:30pm CT (Zoom meeting) https://jeeptalkshow.com/roundtable pass jeep Visit our website! https://jeeptalkshow.com Sign up for our newsletter! https://jeeptalkshow.com/newsletter Instagram @jeeptalkshow https://instagram.com/jeeptalkshow
Join us on Jeep Talk Show for a thrilling ride through the latest in Jeep culture! In this episode, we dive into the buzz around Super Bowl ads, discuss the new Jeep EVs like the Wagoneer S, and explore the iconic Jeep from 'The Goonies'. We also tackle the complexities of tariffs in the auto industry and share personal Jeep stories. Don't forget to like, comment, and subscribe for more Jeep adventures! Visit realtruck.com for more on the Goonies Jeep. #Jeep #SuperBowlAds #ElectricVehicles #GooniesJeep #JeepCulture Tags: Use tags like: Jeep, Jeep Talk Show, Super Bowl, Electric Vehicles, EV Jeep, Wagoneer S, Goonies, Jeep Cherokee, Tariffs, Automotive Industry, Jeep Maintenance, Jeep Cables, Off-Roading. The Jeep Talk Show has been in publication for 15 years! We have a large group of team members and hosts. We publish five episodes a week. One episode, Chic Chat, is a women only hosted episode for women that feel more comfortable watching women talk about Jeeps and off road. We hope you give us a try and if you like the show please subscribe! Our website is https://jeeptalkshow.com. We do both video and audio only so you can watch or listen which ever is more conveinant depending on where you are and what you are doing. Driving to and from work, mowing the grass, or working out at the gym. Let the Jeep Talk Show 1000+ episodes make your day better and more entertaining! Join the Jeep Talk Show family! (chat server) https://jeeptalkshow.com/discord Patreon! https://www.patreon.com/jeeptalkshow (subscribe for commercial free episodes!) Round Table recording Tuesday's 7:30pm CT (Zoom meeting) https://jeeptalkshow.com/roundtable pass jeep Visit our website! https://jeeptalkshow.com Sign up for our newsletter! https://jeeptalkshow.com/newsletter Instagram @jeeptalkshow https://instagram.com/jeeptalkshow
In this engaging episode of the AutoLooks podcast, we delve into the fascinating connection between personality and car selection. Discover how your vehicle choice can be more than just a mode of transportation—it can be an extension of your identity. Much like the bond between people and their pets, our car choices often mirror who we are. Join us as we share family stories that illustrate how individuals project their personalities onto their vehicles, whether it's through a sporty Dodge Dart or a versatile Jeep Cherokee. We explore how some people customize their cars to stand out, while others prioritize practical aspects like safety and affordability, offering deeper insights into their lifestyle and self-image. From environmentally friendly choices to vehicles that make a statement, this episode examines how our personalities shine through in the cars we choose and the market segments we gravitate towards. Tune in to discover how your vehicle might just be a reflection of who you are.
CTL Script/ Top Stories of January 24th Publish Date: January 24th Pre-Roll: From the Ingles Studio Welcome to the Award-Winning Cherokee Tribune Ledger Podcast Today is Friday, January 24th and Happy Birthday to Neil Diamond ***01.24.25 - BIRTHDAY – NEIL DIAMOND*** I’m Peyton Spurlock and here are the stories Cherokee is talking about, presented by Credit Union of Georgia. Woodstock Police Looking for Man Last Seen in December Congress clears immigrant detention bill for Trump’s signature on his 3rd day in office Cherokee County School District Announces Spelling Bee Champ Plus, Leah McGrath from Ingles Markets on raw milk We’ll have all this and more coming up on the Cherokee Tribune-Ledger Podcast, and if you’re looking for Community news, we encourage you to listen and subscribe! Commercial: CU of GA (06.26.24 CU OF GA FREE CHECKING_REV_FINAL) STORY 1: Woodstock Police Looking For Man Last Seen in December The Woodstock Police Department is seeking public assistance in locating Christopher Moss, a 43-year-old man missing since last month. Moss is described as white, 5'10", and weighing 220 pounds. He is driving a grey Jeep Cherokee with Georgia license plate CIR3274 and may be headed to Alabama. Authorities advise anyone who sees him to contact local law enforcement and not to approach him. STORY 2: Congress clears immigrant detention bill for Trump’s signature on his 3rd day in office The U.S. House passed a bill expanding mandatory detention for immigrants charged with petty crimes, sending it to President Trump for approval. The bill, named after Georgia nursing student Laken Riley, passed with bipartisan support, reflecting Trump's immigration crackdown agenda. Critics argue it could lead to mass deportations, as it mandates detention without bond and lacks exceptions for children. The bill also allows state attorneys general to challenge federal immigration policies. Enforcing the law could cost $26.9 billion in its first year, far exceeding ICE's budget. Amendments further broaden detention requirements for assaulting officers and causing serious harm. STORY 3: Cherokee County School District Announces Spelling Bee Champ Seventh-grader Leah Childers from Creekland Middle School won the 2025 Cherokee County School District Spelling Bee by correctly spelling "ubiquity" and "debutante." Liberty Elementary's fifth-grader Royd Reyes took second place after a lengthy final round. Teagan Gray from Johnston Elementary and Sebastian Kasarhis from Carmel Elementary placed third and fourth, respectively. These top four spellers will advance to the Region Bee on February 22, with state winners moving on to the Scripps National Spelling Bee in June. The competition featured 30 students and lasted nearly two hours. We have opportunities for sponsors to get great engagement on these shows. Call 770.874.3200 for more info. Back in a moment Break: Drake (Drake Realty (Cherokee County) STORY 4: Cherokee County Commissioners Approve 30-Home Subdivision The Cherokee County Board of Commissioners approved RAK Developments' plan to build a 30-home neighborhood on 40.26 acres near Canton Exchange shopping center. The land was rezoned from agriculture to single-family residential. RAK will pay $100,000 for improvements to Old Doss Lane, alongside impact fees. The project includes variances for rural street sections, reduced front setbacks, and private streets, but not for side setbacks. The development, with a density of 0.75 units per acre, aligns with the area's suburban growth plan. Access will be via Burch Park Lane, with improvements coordinated with county staff. STORY 5: 'Cherokee is Thriving:' Harry Johnston Shares State of the County Cherokee County Commission Chair Harry Johnston delivered the State of the County address, highlighting achievements and future priorities. He praised the county's low taxes, strong community services, and economic development. Johnston emphasized managing growth, infrastructure, and housing while maintaining low taxes. He noted the county's growth rate and proposed collaboration with cities to manage it. Johnston addressed road funding shortfalls, suggesting a 1% Homestead Option Sales Tax for property tax relief and road funding. He also discussed affordable housing, proposing targets for new affordable units. Johnston encouraged collaboration to tackle these challenges and ensure the county thrives. We’ll be right back Commercial: The Mill And now here is Leah McGrath from Ingles Markets on raw milk *** INGLES ASK LEAH 1 RAW MILK*** We’ll have closing comments after this. 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An attempt was made to break into or steal the ATM at Cadence Bank in Grove Hill around 3:30 a.m. on Jan. 13, according to the Grove Hill Police Department. A pickup truck belonging to the City of Grove Hill was stolen from behind city hall near the bank and a surveillance camera recorded a newer Jeep Cherokee dropping someone off at the site. At least three individuals are believed to have been involved and all wore masks and hoodies, according to the GHPD. A chain was hooked to the ATM but the pickup was unable to tear into it...Article Link
Bildesignere nr. 11 - Tom TjaardaBilsnobberne Stefan Kaas og Adam Estrup sætter med denne 11. episode i Bilsnobbernes Automotive Encyklopædi luppen over Tom Tjaardas værker. I ved ham, man skal kunne tale med om ved middagsbordet. Ikke et ord om nepo-babyer, men Toms far var bildesigner og Tom voksede op i Detroit Motor City.Så det var ganske naturligt, at den unge Toms første job, umiddelbart efter arkitektstudiet på University of Michigan, blev hos italienske Ghia. I Torino. Han havde dog i al fairness lavet en skøn Shooting Brake som afgangsprojekt. Første dag på jobbet i Torino får han opgaven med at tegne en åben Innocenti 950 (der i modsætning til en del af hans især senere kreationer udmærker sig ved at blive sat i produktion). Innocentien indvarsler Toms gyldne tid – der må siges mest at være hans unge år - hvor han også får slået streger til blandt andre Fiat 124 Spider, Ferrari 330 GT og De Tomaso Pantera. Der altså også produceres.I den lidt mere ydmyge afdeling tilskrives han også linjerne på den første Ford Fiesta og interiøret til en Jeep Cherokee. Derfra bliver der relativ langt mellem snapsene.Hør dertil med om Toms smed de rigtige dele af sit hollandske navn væk, om universiteterne i USA virkelig havde dygtige (polske) modelbyggere i kælderen, og om vi kan komme gennem en hel episode af Bilsnobberne uden Stefans ellers altid elegante namedropping af designkoryfæer eller at Adam en passant får nævnt, at han altså engang har spist middag med Walther Röhrl.Disse og mange andre virkelig kloge ting får du med i dette afsnit af Bilsnobbernes auditive bilencyklopædi – podcastserien, der lærer dig at tale med når snakken omkring middagsbordet falder på, ja netop Tom Tjaarda og den slags (som den jo ofte gør, samtalen).Tak fordi I lytter med, liker, skriver, og abonnerer.
Leah Roberts, a 23-year-old from North Carolina, disappeared in March 2000 after abruptly leaving home on a cross-country road trip inspired by Jack Kerouac's "The Dharma Bums." Following a series of personal tragedies, including the death of her mother and a near-fatal car accident, Leah set out on a journey seeking deeper meaning. Her white Jeep Cherokee was found abandoned in the Mount Baker-Snoqualmie National Forest in Washington, with no sign of Leah and only scattered personal belongings, sparking widespread speculation and numerous theories about her fate, from voluntary disappearance to foul play or a mental health crisis. Despite extensive searches, renewed investigations, and national attention, Leah's fate remains an unsolved mystery, leaving her family and the public searching for answers to this day.In June 1972, five-year-old Adrien McNaughton disappeared without a trace during a family fishing trip at Holmes Lake, Ontario, sparking one of Canada's largest manhunts. Despite extensive search efforts involving hundreds of volunteers, police, and military personnel, no evidence of Adrien was ever found. Over the years, various theories emerged, including that he got lost in the wilderness or was abducted, but no definitive answers surfaced. The case was revisited in 2016 through the popular podcast Someone Knows Something, which reignited public interest but still provided no resolution. In 2019, remains found near the lake were initially suspected to be Adrien's, but tests ruled them out. To this day, Adrien McNaughton's disappearance remains one of Canada's most haunting unsolved mysteries, leaving his family and the nation with more questions than answers.(commercial at 7:47)to contact me:bobbycapucci@protonmail.comBecome a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/the-epstein-chronicles--5003294/support.
Leah Roberts, a 23-year-old from North Carolina, disappeared in March 2000 after abruptly leaving home on a cross-country road trip inspired by Jack Kerouac's "The Dharma Bums." Following a series of personal tragedies, including the death of her mother and a near-fatal car accident, Leah set out on a journey seeking deeper meaning. Her white Jeep Cherokee was found abandoned in the Mount Baker-Snoqualmie National Forest in Washington, with no sign of Leah and only scattered personal belongings, sparking widespread speculation and numerous theories about her fate, from voluntary disappearance to foul play or a mental health crisis. Despite extensive searches, renewed investigations, and national attention, Leah's fate remains an unsolved mystery, leaving her family and the public searching for answers to this day.In June 1972, five-year-old Adrien McNaughton disappeared without a trace during a family fishing trip at Holmes Lake, Ontario, sparking one of Canada's largest manhunts. Despite extensive search efforts involving hundreds of volunteers, police, and military personnel, no evidence of Adrien was ever found. Over the years, various theories emerged, including that he got lost in the wilderness or was abducted, but no definitive answers surfaced. The case was revisited in 2016 through the popular podcast Someone Knows Something, which reignited public interest but still provided no resolution. In 2019, remains found near the lake were initially suspected to be Adrien's, but tests ruled them out. To this day, Adrien McNaughton's disappearance remains one of Canada's most haunting unsolved mysteries, leaving his family and the nation with more questions than answers.(commercial at 7:47)to contact me:bobbycapucci@protonmail.com
Mountain Christmas in the arms of an old friend.By PapaBear76. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. "Wait. Please stop. Turn your cute little ass around and come back here..."A couple of days before Christmas, my girls and I loaded into my aging Jeep Cherokee and headed for their grandparent's home in the mountains. Upon finding out that my socialite ex-wife was "doing Christmas in Hawaii" I had been on top of the world. See, I love the rest of that family with all my heart.My own family was almost gone. We lost Dad some years back. My brother and his family moved to South Florida and our mom was wasting away in a nursing home, her mind long lost.I had married the middle of three girls. She was "the pretty one". She had modeled and done a bit of acting. Something snapped in her when our youngest, Katie, was four years old. Rebecca, the ex, wanted to chase the glamour again. With a sudden demand for mature models, she took off. We divorced and she took up with some douche-bag producer. They seem to make money. They jet around and meet celebrities. She sends money for the girls. She was missing the growth of two wonderful young ladies. Good riddance.My former in-laws, Charlie and Joan had a beautiful place up in the Rocky Mountains. They bought and paid for it long ago when mountain land was cheap. I love to visit and take my two girls, Judith and Katie. I pick my times when Rebecca will not be there. It's not that we don't get along. I just can't listen to her prattle on about their travels and celebs she met. It ranges from annoying to nails on a chalk board.The eldest girl was Elizabeth, Betty to the family, was tall and slim like her dad and Rebecca. Her features were slightly masculine but pretty. In her life she had had boyfriends and girlfriends. Mostly she kept her relations away from the family. Most recently she had a long running thing with a handsome older man named Daniel. They seemed happy together. Betty smiled more than I ever knew her to.Then there was Melissa, the youngest. Missy, to the family. She wasn't tall and slim like her dad and sisters. She was short like her mom and carried some extra weight. She actually had a nice figure under the clothes she wore. I had seen her in a classic one-piece swimsuit. She was impressive. Melissa was a buxom little lady with a small waist and a round bottom. Most of her winter wardrobe went straight down from her bust to her hips. This made her appear to be shaped like a beer keg. But oh, what a face. She was genuinely cute with her mom's light blue eyes, eyes that I could easily get lost in.We made our last pit stop before climbing the mountains. With the snow everywhere, our trip was taking much longer than normal. I escorted Judith and Katie to the ladies room of a clean truck stop. I waited, then walked them back to the Jeep and locked them inside with snacks. Then I went in and took care of my own business. That's our procedure. Too many horrible people in the world these days. Judith saw to letting our tabby cat, Tabby use her litter box in the floor of the car. Finally, we were ready to get back on the road.Although it was midday, we wanted to wait about eating more than just a snack until we got to Charlie and Joan's house. There would be lots of food and Christmas treats. There was more snow on the road. I put the Jeep in four-wheel high range. I had good tires. It would be slow but easy. With Tabby back in her carrier, the girls got under blankets in the back seat. The heater in the car works great. Eight-year-old, Katie said looking at all the snow made her cold. Eleven-year-old Judith returned to her headphones listening to "God knows what." Katie smiled. She was happy that she was going to "Grandma Joanie's". Clearly, Katie was enjoying her childhood more than Judith was her own. Judith had been old enough to question her mother's leaving. She was now facing her twelfth year and the changes it would bring.On most of the road, the highway department had done a fine job. In other places, the Jeep was doing it's part like a champ. As we traveled, my mind went back to Sweet Melissa. Thank you, Greg Allman.The first time I got to spend any time around Melissa, I knew that I had married the wrong sister. There was something about her. Anytime I was near her, I felt this force acting through the core of my body. It was like gravity or magnetism. I could feel something inside me reaching and pulling me to her. The look in her eyes or the touch of her hand was magical.The last time we were together, I messed things up. At least, I think I did. It was over a year before. I had been divorced for a couple of years. Melissa was still married, although they had filed for divorce. Her dork husband had gone back home to his mother. She and I, sort of, paired off Thanksgiving a year ago. We laughed and joked. We flirted uncontrollably. After a few drinks, we went out to Charlie's combination workshop and man-cave.Once out there and in private, we suddenly had nothing to say. We both knew why we were there. We kissed for the first time, then the second through fifth and so on. Something came over both of us. I turned her around and hugged her from behind. I moved my hands slowly so that she could stop me at any time. I massaged her full breasts and all down her torso. I firmly pressed my fingers against her crotch. I felt the contours of her elegant, plump pussy. When she showed no objection, I kissed her neck and slipped my fingers into the sides of her jeans. I started pushing them down. "Steven, you can't be serious. We can't." I pushed her jeans to the bottom of her round cheeks. I gently pushed her to bend over the stool at her father's workbench. I was not aware of when my cock got hard, but it was ready. I aimed it at Melissa's crotch. With a shove, I was fully inside her. She moaned and whined. "I can't believe you did that. I can't believe we are doing this. Oh!" She was very wet and soft. Her round soft cheeks were cold against my thighs, while her pussy was steaming hot. I quickly shot my load into her warm pussy. She yanked her pants back up laughing. "You are a horrible, horrible person. God!" We kissed again. "You know I'm still married. And, you are my brother-in-law.""Just by technicality. I haven't been a brother-in-law for two years and I've wanted you for so long." I said.It was ever so brief, a quickie. But it changed things so much. The wall between us that kept us at arm's length had been broken. It was a safety curtain that made it OK to touch and talk and say, "I love you" without it meaning more than family and friend. Now things were awkward and reserved. The line between us wasn't just blurred, it was gone. We hardly ever talked, and I had trouble looking at her.When we arrived at Charlie and Joan's, my heart fell. Elizabeth's Subaru caked with dirty ice was on the side of the drive. Charlie's big Blazer was at the head of the driveway. He had cleared a spot for me. How would Melissa have gotten there? Was she not there? Did she stay away because of me? We unloaded our bags and the cat carrier. Then Charlie helped me with the gifts. Hugs all around.I stood in the living room holding my former mother-in-law in a hug. "It's so good to be here, Joanie, I've missed you so much." My eyes kept dashing around."We've all missed you, Steven. Thank you for coming and bringing the girls. This is going to be a great Christmas." Joan said with some happy tears.I spotted movement in the dining area. Melissa brought platters of food to the table. "Are you guys hungry?" She asked without looking at me."Yes. We skipped lunch to come and eat here. Everything looks wonderful." I said and followed her back into the kitchen. I touched her shoulder. "I didn't get to hug you yet." We embraced and held each other for a minute. No one else came into the kitchen. I tried to kiss her, but she turned her head and I just got cheek. "Girl, we've got to talk. This awkward stuff sucks." I said in her ear as Elizabeth came into the kitchen.Elizabeth hugged me again smiling. "Steve, it's so good to see you. I didn't realize how bad I missed you until I saw you. Daniel is napping upstairs. I'm going to wake him. You guys eat. We're taking your girls into town to see a movie and the Christmas lights.""Sounds like fun, but I've been driving for five hours. I need a good stretch and a nap, myself." I said."Then, I've got a job for you, son." Charlie said coming into the kitchen. "You can stay here and keep the fireplaces going. If you bring in firewood and fill the racks, then you can have some of this for a reward." Charlie pulled a bottle of top shelf rye whiskey from a cabinet."Now that's a deal." I said. The house was an oversize log home with fireplaces at each end. Each fireplace was fitted with a high-efficiency heater inserts. Charlie had a crew come in the summer and cut wood on his property for winter. That left wood to be carried in. It was a chore that I could handle with ease, but I wanted help.Just before sitting to eat with the girls, I caught another private moment with Melissa. "Please stay here with me today. Please, Missy. I need us to be good again."Melissa looked up. It was the first time she had dared look me in the eyes since our illicit quickie. Tears were pooling in her pretty blue eyes. "OK." Was all she said.Now in her grandparent's home, Judith was grinning and embracing her childhood again. She and Katie were excited and happy. We enjoyed sandwiches on toasted rye bread for lunch. Everyone loaded into Charlie's Blazer with bundles of winter clothes. They were going to see the latest animated feature and then walk around the small town. Lights and decorations were everywhere.I was very tired. Five hours of driving through snow had drained me. Still, I wanted time with Melissa. I decided to get the firewood hauling out of the way. It would be a good workout after the long drive. There were large wood racks beside each fireplace. There was also a big wood box beside the back door. All of these were empty. It was a bigger job than I thought. I carried several loads before Melissa came to help. She was bundled in a parka, scarf and hat. She carried smaller loads in silence.When we had the wood box finally filled, I had had enough of the silence. I scooped up all the snow that I could hold in one hand. When Melissa turned around, I gently shoved the snow into her face. I stood there waiting for a reaction. Then I realized that she wasn't laughing. She was softly crying. "Why did you do that?""Breaking the ice... on you." I laughed nervously. I have a unique talent for doing the wrong thing at the wrong time. "Come on. Let's warm up." I didn't give her a chance to argue or go into the house. Instead, I pulled her into the workshop."Back to the scene of the crime?" She asked. Melissa took off her scarf and hat. She dropped her coat on the old sofa and worked on drying the snowmelt from her face."Melissa, I'm sorry things have gotten so weird between us. I'm so sorry. You are one of my favorite people in the world." I pleaded."You are sorry that I'm a favorite person?" She said."No. I'm not sorry for that. I'm sorry I messed us up. Please, Melissa. I have so many regrets about that day." I said with my foot in my mouth up to the knee.Melissa grabbed her coat and bolted out the door and into the cold and snow."Wait. Please stop. Turn your cute little ass around and come back here... I love you."In two more steps, Melissa came to a halt and slowly turned around. "My ass isn't cute or little.""Bullshit.""You don't mean that. You can't love me." she protested."Why the hell can't I?" I asked.Melissa starting walking slowly back to the shop. The cold began to slice through her sweater. She jogged the last few steps and into my arms. I hugged her and pushed the door closed behind her. I kissed her softly and slowly for a long time. She started crying again."Missy, please don't cry. We should be happy. We are here with your family. It's Christmas. The snow is beautiful." I said and tried to kiss her again."The snow is a pain in the ass. I had to fly and then get dad to drive two hours to get me." She said."I wondered how you got here." I said. We sat on the old sofa. The gas heater was struggling to keep the workshop warm. "I was so afraid that you didn't come.""I couldn't stay away from the folks at Christmas. That's just not done. Dad is so mad at Rebecca that he won't say her name." She chuckled. "I've been so nervous about seeing you.""I know what you mean. I've thought of you every day. I've thought of how we were before and what we did. It kills me how we are now. I need you back in my life." I said."You said that you regretted it. That hurts me, Steven.""I don't regret having sex with you. I regret that it messed up our friendship. I regret that I didn't take you to bed and make love to you properly. I would regret marrying Rebecca, if it weren't for my girls.""I carried such a crush for you. Then you just threw me over that stool and did me. I walked around with your stuff running out of me the rest of the day. I didn't feel used, but it was hollow. It should have been better. Then I didn't know how to relate to you.""Since the first day that I really got to know you, I knew that I married the wrong person. I've always felt myself drawn to you like a magnet. When I heard you were getting a divorce, something went off in my head. I should have kissed you and told you how I felt." I said."You can't love me. I'm already your daughters' aunt. We're already family." Melissa said."You know that's silly. You and I aren't related. Have you dated since you and Tim split up?""Well, no, I haven't, nosey. It's too soon.""Is it too soon? Or have you had something else on your mind?" "I asked. Let's go in the house. I need to make sure that Tabby hasn't torn the decorations down."Inside, we freshened up and made some tea. Melissa seemed to relax. We sat in front of the living room fireplace. We are both teachers, so we talked shop. We were back to avoiding the "us" issue."Did you and Becky ever make love there in front of the fireplace?" Melissa asked, smiling."No. She didn't want to get caught. She didn't want to do it on the floor. Your sister isn't very romantic." I said."Liz has done it there with a few people." Melissa said laughing. "Mom and dad, do it there sometime."I laughed. "Good for them. I love your folks so much. How about you, Missy? Have you ever done the deed by the fireside?"Melissa blushed very red and giggled. "I'm not saying.""Oh, no. You have to say. You can't just leave it hanging out there.""I did it by myself there one time. Well, a few times." She laughed and blushed. "I didn't have a partner. I was here by myself. It looked so pretty, and the fire was warm. I just lay there and took care of myself.""If you want it done right..." I said. "I'd dearly love to make love to you there or in your big bed upstairs.""Steven, we can't. I can't have another quickie or one-time thing with you. I can't." She said sadly."I wasn't lying when I said that I love you." I said. "If you can't be my lover, then I still want you to find a way to love me as a friend again.""You don't want me like that. I'm not pretty. I'm short and fat. You were with Becky all those years. Her body is perfect. I can't wear red because dogs think I'm a fire hydrant." Melissa said, getting her humor back."That's a funny joke, but it's not true. You are a very cute lady. Your smile always makes me smile. I've seen you in a swimsuit. You have a crazy little body on you. You keep it hidden from the world and from yourself. Besides, Rebecca may be beautiful, but she is an insufferable chore. She was a chore even back when things were the best with us." I leaned to her and kissed her. That time she was eager. "Let's exchange these teacups for whiskey glasses and take Charlie's rye back to the den. We'll make that fireplace ours."Melissa disappeared upstairs for a few minutes. There was a stack of blankets in the den for me to use sleeping on the couch there. I spread some blankets out on top of the old cord rug in front of the fire. I gathered pillows and made us a little nest. I had just sipped the spicy rye whiskey when Melissa came to me. Even in her flannel gown, she looked so fine.We lay in front of the fireplace. The orange glow of the fire on her soft face was beautiful. Christmas lights sparkled reflections in her eyes. We kissed with easy passion. I gently rubbed her bra-less chest. Her breasts were full and firm. Her nipples were firm and swollen. She seemed to coo softly as we kissed."Steven, are you sure this is what you want? Am I really who you want to be with?""Yes, Sweet Melissa. You are the only woman that I ever think of." I kissed her again. I began unbuttoning her gown. It had occurred to me that I had sex with her and not seen her nude. My hand trembled slightly as I spread her gown open and saw her chest for the first time. "Oh, Melissa! You are beautiful; just perfect." Her tits were even prettier that I thought they would be. They were full and round. Lying on her back made them flatten slightly around her perfect nipples. I leaned to her and kissed the side of her boob. She pulled my head to her. I kissed and suckeled the tit closest to me. I massaged the other and felt how the fire had warmed her skin. I finished with the buttons and discovered that Melissa had left off her panties. She was serious about this too."Steve, I love you. I've wanted you for so long. I made this awkward. I never believed that I could really be with you. You are so handsome and sweet you are a great father to the girls. I love you so much.""Will you just relax and let this happen?" She was propped up and comfortable on pillows. I kissed my way down to her plump little mound. Sometime recently, she had shaved herself bare and smooth. I smiled at her. When I spread her open, she was dripping wet. Rivulets of sweet cream were running out of her and down to her ass. She smelled of soap, perfume and sweet, mellow pussy. She lurched when I licked her the first time. I went easy and gently tickled the sides of her labia. I worked my way up to a more aggressive pace. When she began to handle it better, I hugged her hips and assaulted her clit with my lips and tongue. We rocked in rhythm. Melissa whimpered and then seemed to pull herself back away from me. She got very tense and rigid. I slowed and flattened my tongue out and licked very slowly. Suddenly she began bucking and moaning. Her belly quivered. She shook all over and then her orgasm quieted. She breathed deep and slowly. She looked me in the eye but was silent. I moved up to line up with her hips. My cock was hard and ready. I looked into her eyes. "Melissa, I really do love you." I slipped my cock into her a little at a time. Her pussy was very tight, but very wet. When I was almost fully in her, I adjusted my knees and then thrust hard and flexed my cock.Melissa moaned loudly. "Oh, God! You're showing out, aren't you?" She chuckled and we began our rhythm; our dance of love.I pumped steadily and watched her tits jiggle and roll with me. I pulled her legs higher and began pounding with more force. I went faster. Melissa moaned and began to squirm. I seemed to lose control. My cock had taken charge and it exploded a huge load of cum into this little lady that I love.I eased down to lay beside her and cover us with a blanket. She buried her face in my neck. "Steven, that was incredible. I love you.""Steven, baby, I need you to wake up." She said. I was out of it. "I don't mind if they find us here, but we need to be dressed, OK."
Click here to send a text to Christian and DougIn our second episode, Melissa shares how her first car, a 1988 Chrysler LeBaron Turbo hatchback that was given to her by Papa (aka her grandfather) earned her street credit and the coolest nickname in high school.During her college years, she transitioned to an indestructible hunter green Jeep Cherokee which she misses to this day. These Cherokee's were also known as the XJ and still have a cult-like following today.Melissa claims she will never drive a minivan and thus ended up loving her Subaru Ascent. And in the little twists that life gives us, her nickname has come full circle.#everycarhasaculture #EveryCarTellsAStory #toallthecarsivelovedbefore #turbo #ChryslerLeBaron #podcast#everycarhasaculture #everycartellsastory #toallthecarsivelovedbefore #turbo #ChryslerLeBaron #podcast
Un amigo me dijo que no hay que dar nada por sabido… ¿En qué se diferencia un SUV de un verdadero TT? A mí me parece evidente, pero por lo que me comentáis y por lo que oigo, no tanto. Así que vamos a verlo en detalle. Este será un vídeo lleno de anécdotas. Ya sabéis mi opinión sobre los SUV y no me voy a extender sobre el tema: Salvo por su facilidad de acceso y, a veces, por su mayor altura, tienen muchas desventajas sobre un buen Break o un coche convencional. Pero hoy el video no va de eso, sino que vamos a comparar a los SUV con los auténticos TT… esos de los que apenas quedan. Pero antes de comenzar vamos a ver de qué estamos hablando. ¿Qué es un SUV? Este es uno de esos casos en que el nombre, lejos de simplificar las cosas, las complica. Si buscas el significado de SUV en Google te dirá que significa “Sport Utility Vehicle”. Vale. Sigamos con Google y ponemos en el traductor “inglés-español” que nos traduzca esas tres palabras y te va a aparecer esto: “Vehículo Utilitario Deportivo” Pero… ¡de que estamos hablando! ¿Utilitario y deportivo? Imposible. Pero con Google, para bien o para mal, está todo. Vamos a ver que significa Sport en inglés, que no es tan evidente como os pueda parecer. El diccionario de Cambridge, en su segunda acepción nos dice que sport es “todo tipo de actividad física que las personas realizan para mantenerse saludables o por placer”. Ya nos estamos entendiendo. Así que la palabra Sport de SUV no se refiere al coche, si no al estilo de vida de sus usuarios… O sea que son coches útiles para personas que hacen una vida muy activa y practican deportes, algunos de los cuales requieren cierta capacidad de carga o el acceso a vías no asfaltadas. Esto es un SUV, que no te engañen. Coches relativamente grandes, con buena capacidad de carga, estética “agresivo-aventurera”, una altura mayor de lo normal y poco más. Porque para ser un SUV no necesitas necesariamente tener tracción total… de hecho la mayoría no la llevan. ¿Qué es un Todo Terreno? Así da gusto, en este caso no hay complicación de ningún tipo: Un coche de Todo Terreno es aquel que puede moverse por toto tipo de terreno. ¡Que fácil! En este caso no necesitamos ni a Google ni a la Universidad de Cambridge… me gusta lo simple. Sí me permitiría hacer un matiz importante: Moverse por todo tipo de terreno con solvencia requiere, además que esa actividad no arruine el coche. O sea, que sea un vehículo capaz de andar por caminos y zonas complicadas sin que eso suponga problemas mecánicos… esto es relevante, como os voy a explicar en una anécdota que sucedió en Marruecos y que os voy a contar… pero más adelante. TT más que SUV. Como un TT es “más” coche, más complejo, más caro a igualdad de categoría y en general con “más cosas” vamos a ver que tiene que tener un coche para ser un TT. Vamos allá. Chasis separado: Muy recomendable. Hay coches de TT con buena reputación que no llevan chasis separado, sino que son monocasco, es decir, que la propia carrocería es el chasis. Son excepciones que confirman la regla. Los dos más destacados son el Lada Niva y el Jeep Cherokee. Que no son malos TT, en especial el Lada. Pero tampoco son los TT más robustos del “Mundo mundial”. Ni muchos menos. Tracción total: Imprescindible. “El hábito no hace al monje”. Es decir, la tracción total no convierte a un coche, aunque sea un SUV, en TT. Se podría decir que es una condición necesaria, pero no suficiente. Para moverse por terrenos resbaladizos, como barro, tierra, nieve o hielo, sobre todo si hay pendientes, la tracción total es ab-so-lu-ta-men-te imprescindible. Bloqueo de diferenciales: La clave. Un diferencial permite a una rueda girar más y más rápido que otra, pero en condiciones de escasa adherencia una rueda patina y la otra “agarra” … toda la potencia se va por la que patina. Lo mismo puede pasar de un eje a otro. Hay que “bloquearlos”. Reductora: Lo que discrimina. Para mí es lo que de verdad discrimina es tener o no caja reductora. Y muchos os preguntareis, ¿Qué es eso de caja reductora? 2H, 4H, 4L… ¡qué lio! Si conducís un TT “de verdad” os encontraréis con dos palancas. Una es la habitual, con 5 o 6 marchas, incluso puede ser automático. Y la otra es la reductora, que puede tener dos o tres posiciones. ¡Ojo! hay coches de TT pueden llevar tres palancas! Una será la convencional, otra para conectar la tracción total y otra para elegir entre cortas y largas. SUV: Las desventajas de un TT… … sin sus ventajas. Siempre sigo lo mismo: Un SUV tiene muchas de las desventajas de un TT como mayor altura de centro de gravedad, mayor peso y peor aerodinámica, entre otras… pero sin prácticamente ninguna de sus ventajas. Insisto, los SUV tienen ventajas para acceder a su interior y, en ocasiones, las que provienen de una mayor altura del chasis al suelo… y poco o nada más. Porque el conducir más alto, más que una ventaja, puede llegar a ser un inconveniente, como ya dije en el video titulado “Odio los SUV” y su secuela “Odio los SUV… peeeero”. Conclusión. Lo digo siempre: Amo está afición porque hay muchas formas de vivirla, puede participar en competición, pasear por la sierra con un clásico, ver rallyes, circuitos, hacer algo de mecánica, modelismo… mil formas… es lo que me gusta. Así que, si te gustan los SUV y disfrutas con él, ¡genial! No voy a ser yo quien te diga que estas equivocado. Pero eso sí, no me digas que es más seguro o que es “casi” un TT porque ambas cosas no son ciertas… Coche del día. Soy un absoluto fan de los Suzuki Jimny, de todos. Como ya os comenté en la serie de videos cobre todos los coches que he tenido, que son tres entregas, de todos, absolutamente de todos, me dio pena desprenderme. Pero hay uno del que estoy particularmente arrepentido, mi Suzuki Jimny TD. No me dio ni un solo problema, gastaba poco, era divertido de conducir, en campo imbatible, para mi preciosos… ¡qué pena! Lo vendí por culpa de mi divorcio… pero cada vez que veo uno de estos coches me acuerdo y me arrepiento.
Leah Roberts, a 23-year-old from North Carolina, disappeared in March 2000 after abruptly leaving home on a cross-country road trip inspired by Jack Kerouac's "The Dharma Bums." Following a series of personal tragedies, including the death of her mother and a near-fatal car accident, Leah set out on a journey seeking deeper meaning. Her white Jeep Cherokee was found abandoned in the Mount Baker-Snoqualmie National Forest in Washington, with no sign of Leah and only scattered personal belongings, sparking widespread speculation and numerous theories about her fate, from voluntary disappearance to foul play or a mental health crisis. Despite extensive searches, renewed investigations, and national attention, Leah's fate remains an unsolved mystery, leaving her family and the public searching for answers to this day.(commercial at 8:13)to contact me:bobbycapucci@protonmail.com
Leah Roberts, a 23-year-old from North Carolina, disappeared in March 2000 after abruptly leaving home on a cross-country road trip inspired by Jack Kerouac's "The Dharma Bums." Following a series of personal tragedies, including the death of her mother and a near-fatal car accident, Leah set out on a journey seeking deeper meaning. Her white Jeep Cherokee was found abandoned in the Mount Baker-Snoqualmie National Forest in Washington, with no sign of Leah and only scattered personal belongings, sparking widespread speculation and numerous theories about her fate, from voluntary disappearance to foul play or a mental health crisis. Despite extensive searches, renewed investigations, and national attention, Leah's fate remains an unsolved mystery, leaving her family and the public searching for answers to this day.(commercial at 8:13)to contact me:bobbycapucci@protonmail.comBecome a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/the-epstein-chronicles--5003294/support.
Leah Roberts, a 23-year-old from North Carolina, disappeared in March 2000 after abruptly leaving home on a cross-country road trip inspired by Jack Kerouac's "The Dharma Bums." Following a series of personal tragedies, including the death of her mother and a near-fatal car accident, Leah set out on a journey seeking deeper meaning. Her white Jeep Cherokee was found abandoned in the Mount Baker-Snoqualmie National Forest in Washington, with no sign of Leah and only scattered personal belongings, sparking widespread speculation and numerous theories about her fate, from voluntary disappearance to foul play or a mental health crisis. Despite extensive searches, renewed investigations, and national attention, Leah's fate remains an unsolved mystery, leaving her family and the public searching for answers to this day.(commercial at 8:13)to contact me:bobbycapucci@protonmail.com
This was an exceptionally fun episode to write. The shroud in question is not from Turin but my classic 1995 Jeep Cherokee raditor! It is amazing what immediate insight brilliant illumination can yield. There is point here...for your sake I hope you get it!DONATE You can help support this podcast by clicking our secure PayPal account. For donation by check, make payable to Transform This City, P.O. Box 1013, Spring Hill, Tennessee, 37174. “gwot.rocks” is a ministry of Transform This City, a registered 501(C)(3) The Four Spiritual Laws - how you can be born again and have eternal life?The Spirit Filled Life- how you can live each day in the power of God'd Holy Spirit!Voices From The Past Volume 1 & 2"Other Things with... " YouTube ChannelCut & Paste Personal Invitation to invite your friends to check out “gwot.rocks” podcast: I invite you to check out the podcast, “gwot.rocks: God, the World, and Other Things!” It is available on podcast players everywhere! Here is the link to the show's home base for all its episodes: http://podcast.gwot.rocks/ (Ctrl+click to follow the link) LIFE HELPSgwot.rocks home page Transform This City Transform This City Facebook gwot.rocks@transformthiscity.org Thank you for listening! Please tell your friends about us! Listen, share, rate, subscribe! Empowering Encouragement Now segments are based in part on C.H. Spurgeon's Morning & Evening Devotions (public domain.)ChatGPT and/or Bard may be used at times to expedite research material for this podcast.Unless otherwise noted, all Scripture quotations are taken from the Christian StandardBible®, Copyright © 2016 by Holman Bible Publishers. Used by permission. ChristianStandard Bible® and CSB® is a federally registered trademark of Holman Bible Publishers. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.
In this episode of “The Journey of My Mother's Son” podcast, I sit down and talk to my grandson, Alex Croft. This is the second time that I have had Alex on my podcast. The first was two years ago between his Junior and Senior year of high school. The first episode, we recorded in his backyard in Pennsylvania. This episode, we recorded in our RV while we were staying in Homer, Alaska. Back in May, Alex, with just his 7-month-old Jack Russell mix puppy, Cooper, by his side, embarked on a journey of independence. They drove from Myerstown, Pennsylvania to Great Falls, Montana to meet our group that was traveling throughout Alaska and Canada this summer. Alex, even though he never met my mother because she passed away just a few months before he was born, travels much more like her than we do. He converted his Jeep Cherokee into a car camper. He has 30-amp electric service, a cook top, and a cooler for food. He truly is following in that old Plymouth Valient, Polly's footsteps. We talk about what he has learned and how he has grown on this journey.
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EPISODE 100! In honour of our 100th episode we decided to invite one of our favourite guests back on to the pod, Nick Marian. Nick is the owner of Toronto based vintage stores Expo and Expo Outlet. Nick sat down with us to discuss weather app conspiracies, Jeep Cherokee's, getting his drivers licence in his 30's, his fear of bees, driving across America, truck stops, altitude sickness, Mormons, hating Los Angeles, his love of Thai food, selling at vintage conventions, border cops, weed shops, keg stands, bartending in New York, The Turkey's Nest, 'The Mckibben Lofts', scamming, the time he may have accidentally eaten human meat, 'West Watch', Ontario banning plastic bags, Wendy's, paper straws, Value Village, shoplifting, hating Tim Hortons, eggs not 'working' anymore, Black Dice, the Bowie one year anniversary party, the back and forth between Houndstooth and Juice, Danny's Pizza Tavern and more! Nick Marian Josh McIntyre Austin Hutchings ---- COLD POD https://www.patreon.com/coldpod
On episode 115 of Inside ChampCar we connect with Jeffrey VanKeulen and Patrick Moholt from Low and Slow Racing. They just completed their first ever race at High Plains Raceway. We hear about their successes and struggles. It's a great conversation. Inside ChampCar is the weekly deep dive into the TireRack.com ChampCar Endurance Series. Hosted by veteran sports broadcaster and producer Brian Bielanski and ChampCar's director of marketing, Bill Strong. We will discuss the races and their happenings each week and talk with team owners, drivers, and crew. Episodes are released every Thursday morning on the Racing Wire Podcast Network on your favorite podcast platform. ChampCar Endurance Series is for people like you who have always wanted to go road racing without all the hassles, giant rulebook, or obscene expense. All you need is a valid driver's license, some safety gear, and a race car, which you can rent from arrive and drive teams or build your own vehicle! Brought to you by Candelaria Racing Products and Better Call Kaul. https://candelaria-racing.com/ Eric Kaul - 5G home and Wireless Expert Call 01-508.834.3311 eric.kaul@wireless-zone.com --- Support this podcast: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/racingwire/support
Welcome to the Car Dealership Guy Podcast. In this episode, I'm speaking with Robert Ourisman Jr., CEO of Ourisman Automotive Group, where we discuss: Going from marketing star to CEO, selling 20,000 cars a year, fixing the Cherokee 4xe sales slump, where he's heavily investing, fighting with automakers on inventory allocation and much more. This episode of the Car Dealership Guy Podcast is brought to you by: Stream Companies - Full-service, fully integrated, tech-enabled ad agency doing the ordinary extraordinarily well. Learn more @ https://www.streamcompanies.com/ Impel - From website, chat, sales, and service, Impel AI is custom-built to achieve your business objective featuring a proprietary blend of large language models, automotive optimization layers, and seamless integration with your entire tech stack. Learn more @ https://impel.ai/ Car Dealership Guy Industry Job Board - Connecting world-class talent with top-notch companies in Automotive. Find your next role—or start hiring today—at CDGJobs.com. Interested in advertising with Car Dealership Guy? Drop us a line here Interested in being considered as a guest on the podcast? Add your name here Topics: (00:00:00) - Intro (00:03:21) - The Ourisman family dynamic (00:06:17) - What's your scale today? (00:07:46) - What's your father's current involvement in the business? (00:12:16) - What do you think about your mix of brands and what are you bullish on? (00:14:33) - Why are you focusing on growing your collision business? (00:16:34) - Does EV adoption concern you for service? (00:19:17) - What are you excited about? (00:21:50) - How are you navigating employee retention at the less-exciting brands? (00:26:54) - What operational challenges are you facing right now? (00:28:24) - Leasing penetration (00:31:07) - Accepting allocation (00:33:44) - What is the profit trend for your dealerships? (00:35:21) - What's your marketing strategy? (00:38:44) - Does anything keep you up at night? (00:41:33) - What's your outlook for the industry? Check out Ourisman Automotive Group here. Check out the website for more (https://dealershipguy.com) and follow me on X @GuyDealership! (https://x.com/guydealership) This podcast is for informational purposes only and should not be relied upon as a basis for investment decisions.
It's 1965 and as the Bronco bucks onto the market, the Jeep boosts its engine power in hopes of catching up. But by the 1970s, the Jeep's owner, the American Motor Company, has a new strategy: beat the Bronco by going bigger. AMC introduces the massive Jeep Cherokee, jump starting an arms race. Next, Bronco also goes big. Then, Jeep goes even bigger, and more luxurious, with the Grand Cherokee.As the 1990s arrive, the rugged Bronco is falling out of favor with consumers. But it spends one more wild moment in the spotlight when a white Bronco leads a low-speed police chase on live television. Its passenger is murder suspect O.J. Simpson.See Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.
The Automotive Troublemaker w/ Paul J Daly and Kyle Mountsier
There's nothing like a sunny May 1st. Today we talk about Ford's new AI driven Dealer training tool. We also review the fastest and slowest moving inventory, as well as the newly launched ability for Roblox users to purchase real life Walmart items in-game. Ford is introducing "Ford University," a cutting-edge AI-powered training platform aimed at enhancing dealership staff effectiveness and customer interactionsThe platform, designed with cinematic storytelling, covers Ford's history and detailed technical breakdowns of vehicle features.Ford University utilizes AI to analyze dealership employees' performance, offering personalized feedback and "missions" that simulate customer interactions.AI feedback focuses on speech nuances, use of filler words, and the accuracy of vehicle descriptions against competitors.Launched in U.S. dealerships, the system will expand content to include technical staff by year's end.Some wheels take off faster than a teenager after curfew. Others linger awkwardly like guests at a party long after the music has stopped. As the latest study from iSeeCars shows, when it comes to clearing out inventory, not all cars are created equal. See the list hereFast Movers —Hybrids lead the charge: The Toyota Highlander Hybrid is the fastest-selling new car at 14.2 days on market.Top used cars: Lexus RX 350h tops the list at 12.3 days on market, followed closely by other Lexus models.Sluggish Sellers —EVs lag behind: New electric vehicles are the slowest in the new car market, taking 70.6 days on average to sell.Used car slow sellers: Maserati and other premium brands dominate the list of slowest-selling used cars.Slow to go: All of the slowest-selling used cars are taking 90 or more days to sell, with the top-ranked Jeep Cherokee taking more than three times the 54-day average, at 169.7 days.Seemingly at the top of their game Walmart and Roblox are first-in to pioneer accessible virtual e-commerce, launching a collaborative platform where users can purchase real-life items and have them shipped to their home through an immersive Roblox experience.The partnership introduces "Walmart Discovered" on Roblox, allowing users to buy physical products from a virtual store that mirrors Walmart's online shopping experience.Users can try virtual versions of products on their avatars before purchasing, with all transactions securely handled via a Walmart API.The initiative targets users 13 and older in the U.S., featuring products designed in collaboration with Roblox creators like Sarabxlla and MD17_RBLX.The pilot, running through May, serves as a test to evaluate the potential for Roblox to facilitate physical goods sales without taking a revenue share during this period.Hosts: Paul J Daly and Kyle MountsierGet the Daily Push Back email at https://www.asotu.com/ JOIN the conversation on LinkedIn at: https://www.linkedin.com/company/asotu/ Read our most recent email at: https://www.asotu.com/media/push-back-email
David has always been interested in Jeeps, while in college in the late 1990s, he was able to buy his first Jeep, a 1990 Jeep Cherokee. He started learning and exploring with that, after that was totaled in an accident, he then bought his 1984 CJ7, and his life changed forever. David was born with a very rare peripheral neuropathy, which has affected his ability to be able to get around, so as his disability has progressed over the years, his Jeep has literally become his replacement for his legs. Allowing him to be able to get out and explore the areas that he would be otherwise inaccessible to him. David has been deeply ingrained in the Jeep community for almost 30 years. He lived in Moab for 14 years where he was one of the organizers and planners for Easter Jeep Safari, he also was the Land Use Officer for the Red Rock 4 Wheelers for 13 years and helped to preserve and protect the trails around Moab. He now lives, literally, right next door to Sand Hollow in Hurricane, Utah. David's passion and love for Jeeps is truly remarkable. He currently owns 8 older Jeeps or Willys. At least one from every decade from the '40s through the '90s. He is passionate about the older stuff. He also is a collector of Jeep memorabilia, and currently has the world's most complete Jeep grille collection. He has a grille from every model of Jeep made from 1941 to 2021. 65 grilles total. He also has a tailgate collection, with tailgates from 18 different models of Jeeps. All of this stuff is hanging in his garage which he's turning into a Jeep Museum. In 2018 David have the opportunity to compete on the reality show, Truck Night in America. He had a wonderful time and met some great people through that experience. Most recently, David has just written and a published a memoir about what it was like growing up disabled, and what got him into jeeping. The book is available on Amazon, in both digital format, or as a paperback or hardback. It is titled, "It's a Jeep thing... The Life and Adventures of a Disabled Jeeper"
Leah Roberts was five foot, three inches with short dark hair and a beauty mark above the right side of her lips. Leah's life took a pretty standard path, starting with a happy childhood in Durham, North Carolina where she lived with her parents and two older siblings, sister Kara and brother Heath, until she began attending college at North Carolina State University in nearby Raleigh. Because of unexpected events and tragedies, Leah would change direction in her early 20's and begin a journey of self exploration that would take her on an impromptu road trip. On March 9th, 2000, Leah Roberts left her Durham, North Carolina and began driving West. Nine days later, her white Jeep Cherokee was found wrecked and abandoned at the base of the Cascade Mountains, 80 miles north of Seattle, Washington. Leah was not inside the Jeep, and to this day she still has not been found, but a later examination of the vehicle would show the engine had been tampered with and maybe someone had targeted Leah Roberts as she was out in the world, trying to find herself. Use code CRIMEWEEKLY at www.CrimeCon.com for a discount on your CrimeCon 2024 Nashville tickets! Try our coffee!! - www.CriminalCoffeeCo.com Become a Patreon member -- > https://www.patreon.com/CrimeWeekly Shop for your Crime Weekly gear here --> https://crimeweeklypodcast.com/shop Youtube: https://www.youtube.com/c/CrimeWeeklyPodcast Website: CrimeWeeklyPodcast.com Instagram: @CrimeWeeklyPod Twitter: @CrimeWeeklyPod Facebook: @CrimeWeeklyPod ADS: 1. DailyHarvest.com/CrimeWeekly - Get $30 off your first box and FREE shipping! 2. ZipRecruiter.com/CrimeWeekly - Try Ziprecruiter for FREE! 3. Smalls.com/CrimeWeekly - Use code CRIMEWEEKLY for 50% off your first order and FREE shipping! 4. SkylightFrame.com/Weekly - Get 15% off your purchase! 5. EatIQBAR.com - Text WEEKLY to 64000 for 20% off ALL IQBAR products and FREE shipping!
Leah Roberts was five foot, three inches with short dark hair and a beauty mark above the right side of her lips. Leah's life took a pretty standard path, starting with a happy childhood in Durham, North Carolina where she lived with her parents and two older siblings, sister Kara and brother Heath, until she began attending college at North Carolina State University in nearby Raleigh. Because of unexpected events and tragedies, Leah would change direction in her early 20's and begin a journey of self exploration that would take her on an impromptu road trip. On March 9th, 2000, Leah Roberts left her Durham, North Carolina and began driving West. Nine days later, her white Jeep Cherokee was found wrecked and abandoned at the base of the Cascade Mountains, 80 miles north of Seattle, Washington. Leah was not inside the Jeep, and to this day she still has not been found, but a later examination of the vehicle would show the engine had been tampered with and maybe someone had targeted Leah Roberts as she was out in the world, trying to find herself. Use code CRIMEWEEKLY at www.CrimeCon.com for a discount on your CrimeCon 2024 Nashville tickets! Try our coffee!! - www.CriminalCoffeeCo.com Become a Patreon member -- > https://www.patreon.com/CrimeWeekly Shop for your Crime Weekly gear here --> https://crimeweeklypodcast.com/shop Youtube: https://www.youtube.com/c/CrimeWeeklyPodcast Website: CrimeWeeklyPodcast.com Instagram: @CrimeWeeklyPod Twitter: @CrimeWeeklyPod Facebook: @CrimeWeeklyPod ADS: 1. AloMoves.com - Use code WEEKLY for a FREE 30-Day trial and 20% off an annual membership! 2. Big Mad True Crime - Check out Big Mad True Crime wherever you get your podcasts!
My girlfriend and her sister play dueling practical jokes on me. By TruthWithaTwist. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. I was midway through my first year of Graduate school, getting my MBA, when my girlfriend, Tara, asked if I wanted to drive to her family's house a few hours away for the weekend. It was her Mother and Step-Father's 20th wedding party and I jumped at the chance to get away from campus for a few days. The party was scheduled for April 2nd, but their actual anniversary was April 1st, which was a running joke in the family. The chance to get away sounded great and I knew that Tara and I would always find ways to entertain ourselves on long car rides.I had started dating Tara at the beginning of the year, upon arriving at school. Tara was 3 years older than me at 28 years old. She had high cheekbones, silken brown hair and brown eyes that were expressive and sultry. She was the type of woman who could get you instantly hard with a smirk and sparkle from those eyes. Her body was amazing. Perfect tear-drop C-cup breasts, toned stomach and an ass that was just full enough to fill out the best pair of jeans. Within weeks of meeting, Tara and I became the “couple” in our friend group. Privately, we were a typical sex-focused young couple. Fortunately, we were both fairly adventurous and were willing to stretch the limits of our sexual fun. On Halloween, we found ourselves on the roof of my apartment building having sex dressed at Batman and Catwoman. One day, we decided to slink into the small town's only Adult Store where we bought a selection of toys to share, from handcuffs to vibrators to anal toys. After losing a bet on an Auburn/Alabama game on a Saturday, Tara found herself tied naked to the couch in my apartment for the duration of Sunday's Bears game as I alternated between watching the game and using her as I pleased. So, the idea of a road trip, even to her parents' house, was always a promising scenario. We didn't have classes on Friday so were on the road just after noon. It would take about 5 hours to drive to her house, so we filled my Jeep Cherokee with our bags and hit the road. I had met her parents before but it would be the first time I was meeting her younger sister, as well as her twin step-brother and step-sister. I was hearing that we were going to be doing some family-stuff on Saturday (visiting grandma, picking up stuff for the party, etc.) and then they were hosting an “anniversary brunch” at the house on Sunday. Since we both knew there would be no opportunity for frolicking while in her parents' house, Tara and I planned on heading out Sunday afternoon and stopping for the night somewhere along the way since we had no classes until Monday afternoon. Tara dozed off right out of town and started stirring after an hour or so of sleep. She was floating in and out of sleep, adjusting herself in the seat and staring out the window. I was focused on the road when I heard her mumble, “Oooh. Check that out” while looking out the window. Looking over, I saw her gesturing toward a billboard for the regions “Most Romantic Resort”. “Hot tubs! Private Cabins! Fireplaces” were all highlighted on the billboard. There was a picture of a couple cuddling in front of a fireplace to complete the obvious vibe they were going for. Tara grabbed a pen and scribbled down the phone number on a scrap of paper she found. She then grabbed my phone and called the property. I could only hear one side of the conversation where she was asking if there were rooms available, what types, how much and all those details. At one point, she reached into her purse, took out a credit card and read the number to the person she was talking to. After she hung up, she gave me an update. “So cool! They have cabins for Sunday night! The rate includes a dinner package in their restaurant; and listen about our room! It's a private cabin and it has an all-season hot tub, fireplace and she sold me on the ‘Romance Package' whatever THAT is” she laughed. “Well, I guess we're staying there, huh?” I chuckled back. “Of course! How can we pass up a cheesy romantic cabin in the hills, with dinner AND a romance package!” “So what the hell is in the Romance Package?” “I have no idea. The girl on the phone asked if we ‘would be interested in the Romance Package for an extra $35' what was I gonna say? No? Besides, it'll be fun. If we can get out of my parents' place by 4ish on Sunday, we could get there, have dinner, grab some drinks and then have fun in our cabin!” “But I still want to know what's in the romance package” I pressed, again. “Seriously? That's your big question? I have no idea. But it's a romantic resort we've never heard of, in the middle of nowhere - so I'm betting it's some of that kind of stuff from Spencer's Gifts. Y'know, flavored massage oil, blindfold, fake rose petals!” She started laughing at the expected lameness of the package. “Call back. Maybe there's a deluxe romance upgrade!” I laughed back, “See if we can get the handcuffs, vibrator, lube and a goat for $20 more!” I got a solid punch in the arm in addition to her response, “What the fuck is wrong with you? Of course you'd want that kind of stuff. Is that what you want? Me tied up in a remote cabin with a bunch of toys and a goat?” “I mean, besides the goat…..” I started, which earned me another punch in the arm. We settled back into the drive and were quiet for a few more minutes. When I looked over, I saw that Tara was definitely getting “fidgety” in her seat. 'You ok?“ I asked. “Um….I hate to actually admit this to you, but the thought of the cabin, you talking about tying me up, I'm actually getting wet.” Tara was slowly rubbing her thighs together, trying to build some friction. Her eyes were closed and her right hand was starting to rub her breast and nipple through her shirt. The subtle motions continued until she finally exclaimed, “Fuck….now I'm horny as shit.” She unbuckled her seatbelt and unbuttoned her jeans. Lifting her hips up off the seat, she slid her jeans and black panties down over her hips. Her pussy was now in clear view, she was mostly shaved, with a small landing strip. She settled back into her seat and thrust two of her fingers into her mouth. I watched as she got her index and middle finger nice and wet. With her eyes closed, she moved her hand down to her pussy and began to stroke up and down her lips. A moan escaped her as her fingers danced up and down, spreading her moisture over her most intimate area. She used her other hand to spread herself open as she started to flutter a finger on her clit. I had seen her masterbate enough to know this was her favorite approach to orgasm. A finger, vibrator or tongue flicking and dancing directly on her clit while having something penetrate her was a guaranteed path to a climax for her. As much as I wanted to reach over and touch her myself, I was struggling with a bunch of things, from watching the erotic scene next to me, to the constraints of my tightening jeans, to staying focused on the road. As I tried to watch her without getting us killed, I simply asked, “What are thinking about, babe?” “I just want to cum. I want you buried inside me, fucking me. I want you to bend me over, take me and fuck me hard.” I could tell Tara was getting close to coming, because she had this habit of getting red and flushed all across her chest when she came. When orgasms were especially intense, the splotches would extend all up her neck and into her cheeks. It was the tell-tale sign of a major Tara orgasm. Her hand picked up speed as I tried to push her over the edge. “Yeah? You looking forward to a good fuck? But what about your ass? You know how much I love your ass. Just think, when we have our cabin, I'll get my dick nice and wet in your pussy… I'll grab your ankles push them back so you are spread wide open.” Her hand was a blur at this point, she had worked two fingers from her other hand into her pussy while she continued the assault on her clit. “Uh….yeah….tell me….make me cum” she moaned. “I'll work that hard, lubed cock into your ass. Not thrusting yet. Just slowly pressing harder as I slide further into your hole.” “More…. almost there.” I reached down and adjusted my cock which was now uncomfortably wedged in some terrible trifecta of boxers, denim and seatbelt. I told her the rest of my plan. “I could reach over, pick up the vibrator and push it into your pussy, babe. When I turn it on, you'll feel me slamming into your ass, while the vibrator fills your pussy up. You'll feel me through the walls of your pussy pressing up against the toy, making us into one big vibe. Buzzing, thrusting, filling you up until you explode your hot juices all over the….” “Argh; Uhg; Uhg”. Tara's entire body clenched, spasmed, and shook for a moment. Her fingers kept dancing on her clit, but were slowing down as she recaptured her breath. She reached out and started to grab her breast before realizing that her hand was still covered in fluids. She flopped back in her seat, her chest and neck covered in bright red splotches, her legs still spread, gasping for air. For a minute, she looked like she had passed out, but slowly she got her breath and pulse back to normal. She said, “Fuck, dude. I'm going to show up at my parents house reeking of sex. We have to stop somewhere so I can clean up.” “Really? Not my fault. You started it with the whole hot tub, romance package thing. Consider this punishment for banishing me to the guest room for next 2 nights.” “I'm serious. Pull over when we can so I can get cleaned up.” She then added with a smirk, “And enjoy those blue balls that are gonna kick in REAL soon, smart ass. Maybe that will be my April Fools gift to you! Keep you hard all weekend, but not let you have any sort of release?” We did end up stopping at a rest plaza so Tara could get herself together. I stretched out for the last hour of the drive, trying to ignore the growing discomfort from my lack of personal release and hoping that Tara's didn't go through with her idea of a “fun” April Fools joke. When we finally pulled into the house, it was your typical suburban home. The family all came out to greet us. Henry and Lois, Tara's parents were the first ones out. They looked like two, normal American parents. Henry had a salt and pepper beard, and was a bit taller and heavier than me. Lois had a definite resemblance to Tara, but was shorter, stouter and jovial. In all honesty, I could 100% see them both using some white hair spray, padding and putting on costumes and being Mr. & Mrs. Claus at the local church or Christmas parade. I had met them before, so I was greeted with hugs and warm welcomes. Next up were Tara's much younger twin half-siblings, Josh and Denise. They looked to be at the start of their awkward teenage years with graphic t-shirts and overall disinterested looks on their faces. We worked our way into the house with our bags. Lois started, “Tara, your room is all set. Jason, we have a guest room upstairs next to Lindsay's room for you.” That's when we heard a voice from upstairs. “Hey bee otch. What's up?” I looked up and did a double take. I had seen pictures of Tara's younger sister Lindsay, but they were older pictures – from family vacations at Disney and the like. The young woman coming down the stairs instantly let me know what Tara looked like 8 years earlier. They could have been twins. Same hair, same eyes, same smile. Worse for me, she had the same body as Tara – just a bit firmer and younger. I could tell because Lindsay was dressed in a half-shirt showing her school logo and a pair of gray sweats emblazoned with PINK down the leg. Tara and Linsday hugged, while Lois hung her head with a voice only a mother can generate, “Really Lindsay? You couldn't have put on something other than what you sleep in to greet them?” “I did! I put on a bra!” laughed Lindsay as she purposely jumped up and down a bit. “Lindsay! Go get changed! We're going to Alfredo's for dinner. Now!” Henry's voice had that “father” tone that left no room for debate. We all separated to our rooms. Tara's was at the top of the stairs, then the twins rooms on each side of the hallway, then a bathroom, then Lindsay's whose room was next to mine in the corner. Henry & Lois had their room on the main floor down the hall from the kitchen where we walked in. We all went to dinner, got home, watched TV, and people slowly began drifting off to their rooms. I was tired from driving, so I went up and got settled in. I could hear people shuffling around as read a book in bed. In the room next door, I could hear Tara and Lindsey chatting and laughing as I dozed off. Saturday came and it was a cool, damp day. We all came down for breakfast and Tara and I maintained that awkward, “showing affection, but not being gross or inappropriate” you do around parents. We all had our list of errands to do that day. I was picking up booze for the party, plus some tables and linens since I had an SUV. Henry and Josh helped with some of it and we made multiple trips back and forth to stores all day long. Tara helped Lois pick up her dress and went to visit her grandma. For dinner, pizza and salads were ordered for the house and we all just went over the plan for the next day. Caterers were coming at 10 with the food, they were going to prep, cook and serve for when the party started at noon. Tara and Lindsay were going to help Lois get ready (they were renewing their vows to start the festivities) while Josh & Denise were told to get dressed and keep the house neat. After dinner, Tara asked if I wanted to go to the local pub. It was your typical local bar with beers, basic pub food and all locals. “Can I come too?” said Lindsay. There were some strange looks around the table until Lois said, “I think you have to be 21 on weekends.” “Not if you sit at a table at the bar, not the bar, itself. There are kids in there all the time.” Rebutted Lindsay. “Besides, if I go, I can drive home so you two can drink!” Tara jumped in, “Mom. Don't worry about it – I never get to see my sister, she can come along. Let's all get changed and go in 30.” With that, we cleaned up, freshened up, and went out to my car. As soon as we got in the car, the sisters starting giggling. Tara turned and looked at her sister in the back seat, “Ok to eat at the table. You are unreal!” “It's true….. technically!” Lindsay retorted. “OK, but since you're visiting from Connecticut, wouldn't you rather sit at the bar with the grown ups?” They then degenerated into torrents of laughter. “Ok”, I asked. “What am I missing?” Tara finally smartened me up, “Linds has a fake ID. Literally everyone knows about it ….. except Dad. Since he serves on the college faculty, we don't want him to have to lie, so we keep it from him. But yeah literally everyone else knows. Mom, me, the bartenders, everyone knows that "Becky” here just turned 20.“ Lindsay chimed in with, "I mean, I literally went to school with half the people that work there. The fact that they all know to call me Becky is Ah-mah-zing!” The bar was less than 10 minutes away, so we got there quickly and settled in at the bar. The whole night was a ton of fun. Tara and Lindsay…er…Becky….knew everyone. We drank Rolling Rock by the bucketful. Every time you turned around, someone else was buying a bucket of beers to share or a round of shots. The girls and I had migrated to a high-top table in the corner and the booze was definitely kicking in. When I ordered a couple of cokes in a row, Lindsay delicately asked, “Dude. What the fuck?” “Well, I figured you're not going to be in any shape to drive, so I figured I better stop now.” “HA! Why do you think we came up with that plan? It's only a 10 minute walk home if we cut through the high school grounds. We're gonna tell Dad that I didn't realize you drive a stick shift and I couldn't drive. Then, you can come and get the car in the morning!” The girls laughed, high-fived, and the night continued. I had some serious body weight on the sisters, but Man….could they put away the booze. Tara got up to use the restroom, which left me and Linsday alone. After a minute, she looked me in they eye, gave me a strangely-familiar sultry smile that I had seen from her sister and asked, “Like the shirt?” I looked at the shirt, with the clueless look only a guy can give and answered, “Yes, it looks great on you.” In truth, it was a nice top. It was a black and grey top that had a modern pattern throughout. The sleeves were different in that from the shoulders to the cuffs, there were criss-crossed pieces of fabric that left a lot of skin exposed. It wasn't really form-fitting, but Lindsey's pert breasts were definitely noticeable in it. “I actually got it from Tara. She left it behind after Christmas break and I snuck in and stole it from her. I just love the pattern. I think the sleeves are so cool.” Then, with her sister's trademark smirk she added, “ I really like the extra…. pattern and …. texture on the front.” Oh shit. I felt like one of those sitcoms where the main characters past flashes by in a quick montage … and I remembered the shirt. For my birthday in December, Tara and I went to New York City for the weekend. We went to a club and she wore that exact top with a pair of skintight leather pants and heels. We had been drinking and flirting and teasing all night long. BY the time we got back to the hotel, we fell into the elevator and started making out intensely. As we worked our tongues down each other's throats, I started unbuckling her belt. When I grabbed her wrists, she prepared herself for me to start undoing her pants and going after her pussy. Instead, I undid the belt halfway, threaded it through the webbing of her shirt cuffs and rethreaded it through the belt loops. Suddenly, she was like a prisoner with her hands cuffed behind her back. I continued to maul her mouth with mine until we heard the 'ding' of our floor. I walked her in front of me, with her hands bound until we got to our door. I fumbled out our key card and opened the door to our room. I pushed her inside and locked the door behind us. One of the most attractive things about Tara is that she would never back down. As I led her into the room, she got sharp sarcastic tone to her voice and said, “Nice, smart guy. But you can't get my pants down like this, can you?” “Who said I wanted what's in your pants?” I then pushed her so her legs hit the end of the bed. Before she could fall backwards…. I pushed her down and slid her forward onto her knees. She got the sexiest smile as I unbuckled my pants, dropped my boxers and simply said, “Suck.” Tara opened her mouth and enveloped my cock. She didn't start with anything delicate like licking and kissing, it was straight-up sucking. I'm average in the dick size department, so she took me in deep, getting all the way to my balls with ease, she came back and kept going with increasing suction. As I started to groan in pleasure, she began kissing the sides of my shaft until she got down to my balls. She took one, then, the other and licked and sucked on them. Then, it was back to my cock. She went back and forth, making it feel as good as any pussy I had ever been in. She backed off for a minute with I still remember as one of the sexiest sentences ever. “Either untie my hands so I can do this right, or grab me and fuck my face.” I chose the latter. I grabbed two fistfuls of her hair and started aggressively fucking her mouth and throat. To her credit, Tara kept up the suction and using her tongue as best she could while being forced on to my cock. Her eyes were watering a bit and as the pressure built, her saliva was dripping off her chin to the hotel carpet. Finally, when I hit my limit, I started to explode. The first two bursts went down her throat, but then I shocked her again. I pulled my cock from her mouth and let the remaining cum coat her face, mouth and the top of her shirt. When we finally finished, she said, “You fucker. This was a new shirt. But, with the grey pattern, I may just leave it like this. Everyone will think it's part of the shirt, but you and I know I'm wearing your cum around my neck like a medal every time I have it on.” All of this came flooding back to me in the bar as I struggled for words, “Uh…well, it looks great on you… Linds… er… Becky. I mean…. fuck.” Tara walked back to table to see my bright red face and Lindsay beaming. “He figured out the shirt didn't he?” Then to me, “Sorry, babe. You'll learn to understand my sister's weird sense of humor.” Lindsay added, “C'mon! Think of it as an April Fools joke! I mean, the look on your face was awesome.” “April Fools joke?” I questioned as I looked back at Tara, “How does she even know about that shirt?” “Babe. You're an only child. You don't understand how much sisters like to share things.” “What do you mean share?” I fumbled. That earned me a solid punch in the arm from Tara, which seemed to be happening fairly often on this trip. “Ew! Gross! I meant stories! Not men! This isn't some porn you watch when I'm not over your place, you sicko! So, don't get your "twin cest” fantasies all wound up in your head, you ass!“ "Fuck……” was pretty much all I could mutter as we went back to drinking. After another hour or so, we walked home. It was chilly, which helped us to sober up a bit, but we were still pretty buzzed. We walked in the door just after midnight and went to our rooms. At about 2:30, I felt something stirring on my bed. As I opened my blurry eyes, I could see the darkened form of Tara in our College's Sweatshirt and a pair of purple checkered panties slowly straddling me. “Shush. Everyone's sleeping” she whispered, “We have to be quiet.” She started gyrating those purple panties against my swelling cock while she kept her hands behind her on my thighs. My cock was rock hard and started to emerge from the fly in my boxers. I could feel the wetness of her pussy coming through her panties starting to lubricate my cock. As she started to moan, she lifted my hands under her sweatshirt to her tits. I grabbed a handful of her bare tits and started to feel her nipple stiffening. That's when it hit me. Twice. In the same second. Tara didn't own purple panties. In fact, she hates the color purple. Next, those weren't her tits. They were close. They were amazing. But they weren't Tara's. All of a sudden, I was like John Cena kicking out of a pin, or more accurately a fish flopping around on land. “Lindsay! Get off” I whisper-yelled and I gave her a solid shove. She landed on her ass at the foot of the bed. I was expecting tears, I was expecting a commotion, I was expecting to be killed by my girlfriend or her father. Instead, I got another smirk. “Oh well, I tried. April Fools?” And she got up and left the room as quietly as she had entered. For the second time in as many days, I was left with a solid hard on, with the scent of an incredibly hot woman left behind. Needless to say, I got an awful night sleep. Between the alcohol, the late-night visit, and a raging hard-on, I had lost the sleep battle. I was also seriously wondering if I was somehow going to be blamed, then killed for the events of the night before. I needed to burn off some stress and the remaining alcohol, so I got up at 7:30 with the sun streaming through a crack in the window and threw on my running gear. I hit the empty neighborhood streets and started to sweat out everything from the night before. At the end of my loop, I ran back by the bar and picked up my car. As I arrived back at the house around 9:00 with coffee and donuts (in case I needed a bribe), everything seemed normal. I visited with everyone, went upstairs to grab a shower and get changed to help out for the day. When I came down at 10:15 – everything had gone to Hell. Lois was sobbing, Henry was on the phone yelling. Tara and Lindsay were trying to offer suggestions, while Josh and Denise stared silently. Pulling Tara aside, I asked, “T – what's going on?” “Turns out the caterer fucked up. They dropped off the food while you were upstairs, but they aren't staying to prep it, cook it, set it out or serve it. Lo is losing her mind, Henry is ready to punch someone.” Henry was screaming into the phone, “And I know more people in this town that I will destroy your business, do you understand?!?” “Hey Lois?” I tried to interrupt. But Lois couldn't stop crying, “Oh, girls, it's ruined. We can't get all this done in time for the guests.” “Uh….Tara? Henry?” I attempted to get anyone's attention. “Thanks For Nothing, Henry Yelled; and slammed the phone!! "Oh Henry…..Wah!” As they hysterics built to a crescendo, I finally spoke loudly enough to cut through the noise. “Uh, Anyone? Just Stop for a second!” While Lois was still whimpering, there was at least some silence. “No offense, but I'm literally standing right here. You know I spent all of college working in restaurants and bars, right? Plus, all my work experience is with caterers and managing events. I literally oversaw a functions department that did weddings for 2,000 people at a hotel in Dallas. I think I can handle 50 friends and family.” Tara was the first to speak, “Oh, my God, J ……thank you. But you can't do all this yourself. I'll help?” “Nope. But here's what I need: You get Lois ready like you planned. Henry, you and the kids finish cleaning up and putting up the tables and stuff. When the flowers get here, show them where it all goes. Linds – you knew a bunch of people working at the bar last night. Can you start texting, calling, whatever, and see if ANY of them can get their asses over here for a quick $100 bucks today? You and I will run that crew.” Lois finally was starting to calm down. “Are you sure, Jason? You're supposed to be a guest.” “Don't worry about it. This is literally what I do. Consider this my gift to you. I'll just keep the salt & pepper shakers that say 'Henry and Lois' for my place!” Henry gave me a big bear hug and said to me and Lindsay, “Tell your friends $200 each. If you can get them and pull this off, I'll pay anything.” And with that, everyone started their tasks. I grabbed the prep instructions the caterers had left and started to figure out timing and how the ovens worked. I was looking for some baking trays under the cabinets, when Lindsay came down and told me she had one bartender, a waitress and a waiter on their way. “Awesome. Any idea when they'll get here? I'm gonna need some help in here.” “Dude. I woke them up after they worked a night shift. Be glad we got who we did. I'll tell you what, I'll help you for now, then when they get here I'll get changed. That way, I'll know what's going on too. Once the party starts, I can be the runner for you and them.” I stood up, walked over and gave Lindsay a big hug. Once again, I felt her amazing tits – this time pressed up against me through her sweater. With that, we started working. I was scribbling on a pad I found, how I was going to schedule out the food so we had it flowing the whole time. Lindsay was unwrapping all the food trays and putting them in different parts of the kitchen at my direction. Time flew by and at noon the servers started showing up. Ed was actually one of the bartenders I met the night before. I had Lindsay show him to the patio, where the makeshift bar was set up. Then I told her to get dressed for the ceremony. I took Leslie & Marc and told them how we were laying things out. As soon as the ceremony ended, we wanted champagne poured and passed out for a toast. While they did that, I'd put the cold platters in the family room and living room. Then, we had time to start pulling the hot food, which they would pass from room to room. As the guests arrived, things picked up. The rooms were small and tight. Leslie, Marc and I were running around with platters of food and clearing old plates. Of course, we were also taking requests from people who were too lazy to walk the 30 feet to Ed at the bar. At about 1:30, I was in the kitchen, on the ground trying to reach into the back of a cabinet for a cake platter. I heard the familiar click-click of high heel shoes and squirmed out of the cabinet. I looked over to see that I was within a tongue-length of an amazing pair of legs perched on a pair of black heels. My eyes traveled up to see that Lindsay was wearing a short, pleated yellow skirt with a white blouse that accentuated her amazing tits. “You need anything, boss?” she asked. “Uh…no Linds. All is good here.” She took a half step forward and could have straddled my head and answered, “You sure?” “Lindsay, c'mon, kid, you gotta stop with the flirting. You're killing me.” Without moving, she continued, “I may have been drunk last night, but I figured out what tipped you off it wasn't me. First, it was my tits. You've felt Tara's enough to know mine weren't hers. I should have kept your hands outside the sweatshirt, Next, it was the panties. Tara hates purple. So, I fixed that, too,” With that, she lifted her skirt to show me her naked pussy. It's not an understatement to say it was amazing. The lips were shaved bare, but she kept a very thin, very fine landing strip that ended at the top of her cleft, just like her sister. Everything looked perfect and it was all…right…there. “I mean you haven't had a chance to stop and eat. Don't you want a snack?” Sounds of people heading our way made Lindsay drop her skirt, grab a platter of desserts and leave the room with a flounce. “I swear” I muttered to myself as I readjusted my dick yet again, “one more little prank from her and I'm gonna murder someone this weekend.” At this point, I was tired, sweating, and laying on the tile floor of a kitchen, trying to hide my erectness. Finally, after a few hours, the party started to wind down. Friends left, some family members remained. The immediate family all started to get changed out of their dressy clothes. At about 4:30, Tara found her way to the kitchen just I was cleaning up with the team. “Babe. Thank you so much. I talked to my parents and told them we are going to head out. Go get yourself together and let's get on the road. If anyone deserves a good dinner tonight, it's you.” I went upstairs and took my first good look at myself in the mirror. I was covered in food remnants and splatters. I undressed and threw on jeans, and a new shirt. I packed up my stuff, grabbed Tara's bags and loaded up the car. We went back in to say goodbye to everyone. Henry and Lo were still with some remaining guests on the patio. The kids were playing video games. Lindsay was with some cousins and friends drinking a glass of wine. Fortunately, she was dressed in a pair of shorts, t-shirt and keds. Henry and Lo couldn't stop hugging and thanking me. The kids gave me high-fives. Lindsay gave me what ended up being a fairly chaste hug. As we pulled away, she said to Tara, “You've got a good one, T!” As I made my way toward the door, Henry reached out to me again, taking me another big bear hug. I've got some size, but I thought he was going to break my ribs. He pulled away and said, “You're a good man, Jason. Thank you.” With that he stuck out his hand for a final handshake. Having worked in restaurants for years, I felt the familiar “gentlemen's tip” moving some folded bills into my hand. “Don't say a word” he said quietly. You saved us today and if the servers got $200…that's the least I can do for you.“ I thanked him, hugged him again and discreetly put the money in my pocket. Tara and I hopped in the car and started heading to Midnock Valley Resort. We had about a 3 hour drive and we just chatted about the party in general. About an hour in, Tara asked me, "So, did she hit on you?” I didn't know how to answer…so I went with a blank stare. “Babe. It's ok. She does it all the time. It's some little sister thing. Wants to prove that she can be as grown up as me. But the good news is, if you had done anything – she would have told me right away and tell me you're a scumbag.” “But…..” “Sisters before Misters. It's the golden rule.” “Thank goodness you're hot” I joked, “Because that may be the most fucked-up and lamest thing anyone has ever said to me.” With that, we started laughing and settled in for the rest of the drive. To be continued.. By TruthwithaTwist for Literotica.
My girlfriend and her sister play dueling practical jokes on me. By TruthWithaTwist. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. I was midway through my first year of Graduate school, getting my MBA, when my girlfriend, Tara, asked if I wanted to drive to her family's house a few hours away for the weekend. It was her Mother and Step-Father's 20th wedding party and I jumped at the chance to get away from campus for a few days. The party was scheduled for April 2nd, but their actual anniversary was April 1st, which was a running joke in the family. The chance to get away sounded great and I knew that Tara and I would always find ways to entertain ourselves on long car rides.I had started dating Tara at the beginning of the year, upon arriving at school. Tara was 3 years older than me at 28 years old. She had high cheekbones, silken brown hair and brown eyes that were expressive and sultry. She was the type of woman who could get you instantly hard with a smirk and sparkle from those eyes. Her body was amazing. Perfect tear-drop C-cup breasts, toned stomach and an ass that was just full enough to fill out the best pair of jeans. Within weeks of meeting, Tara and I became the “couple” in our friend group. Privately, we were a typical sex-focused young couple. Fortunately, we were both fairly adventurous and were willing to stretch the limits of our sexual fun. On Halloween, we found ourselves on the roof of my apartment building having sex dressed at Batman and Catwoman. One day, we decided to slink into the small town's only Adult Store where we bought a selection of toys to share, from handcuffs to vibrators to anal toys. After losing a bet on an Auburn/Alabama game on a Saturday, Tara found herself tied naked to the couch in my apartment for the duration of Sunday's Bears game as I alternated between watching the game and using her as I pleased. So, the idea of a road trip, even to her parents' house, was always a promising scenario. We didn't have classes on Friday so were on the road just after noon. It would take about 5 hours to drive to her house, so we filled my Jeep Cherokee with our bags and hit the road. I had met her parents before but it would be the first time I was meeting her younger sister, as well as her twin step-brother and step-sister. I was hearing that we were going to be doing some family-stuff on Saturday (visiting grandma, picking up stuff for the party, etc.) and then they were hosting an “anniversary brunch” at the house on Sunday. Since we both knew there would be no opportunity for frolicking while in her parents' house, Tara and I planned on heading out Sunday afternoon and stopping for the night somewhere along the way since we had no classes until Monday afternoon. Tara dozed off right out of town and started stirring after an hour or so of sleep. She was floating in and out of sleep, adjusting herself in the seat and staring out the window. I was focused on the road when I heard her mumble, “Oooh. Check that out” while looking out the window. Looking over, I saw her gesturing toward a billboard for the regions “Most Romantic Resort”. “Hot tubs! Private Cabins! Fireplaces” were all highlighted on the billboard. There was a picture of a couple cuddling in front of a fireplace to complete the obvious vibe they were going for. Tara grabbed a pen and scribbled down the phone number on a scrap of paper she found. She then grabbed my phone and called the property. I could only hear one side of the conversation where she was asking if there were rooms available, what types, how much and all those details. At one point, she reached into her purse, took out a credit card and read the number to the person she was talking to. After she hung up, she gave me an update. “So cool! They have cabins for Sunday night! The rate includes a dinner package in their restaurant; and listen about our room! It's a private cabin and it has an all-season hot tub, fireplace and she sold me on the ‘Romance Package' whatever THAT is” she laughed. “Well, I guess we're staying there, huh?” I chuckled back. “Of course! How can we pass up a cheesy romantic cabin in the hills, with dinner AND a romance package!” “So what the hell is in the Romance Package?” “I have no idea. The girl on the phone asked if we ‘would be interested in the Romance Package for an extra $35' what was I gonna say? No? Besides, it'll be fun. If we can get out of my parents' place by 4ish on Sunday, we could get there, have dinner, grab some drinks and then have fun in our cabin!” “But I still want to know what's in the romance package” I pressed, again. “Seriously? That's your big question? I have no idea. But it's a romantic resort we've never heard of, in the middle of nowhere - so I'm betting it's some of that kind of stuff from Spencer's Gifts. Y'know, flavored massage oil, blindfold, fake rose petals!” She started laughing at the expected lameness of the package. “Call back. Maybe there's a deluxe romance upgrade!” I laughed back, “See if we can get the handcuffs, vibrator, lube and a goat for $20 more!” I got a solid punch in the arm in addition to her response, “What the fuck is wrong with you? Of course you'd want that kind of stuff. Is that what you want? Me tied up in a remote cabin with a bunch of toys and a goat?” “I mean, besides the goat…..” I started, which earned me another punch in the arm. We settled back into the drive and were quiet for a few more minutes. When I looked over, I saw that Tara was definitely getting “fidgety” in her seat. 'You ok?“ I asked. “Um….I hate to actually admit this to you, but the thought of the cabin, you talking about tying me up, I'm actually getting wet.” Tara was slowly rubbing her thighs together, trying to build some friction. Her eyes were closed and her right hand was starting to rub her breast and nipple through her shirt. The subtle motions continued until she finally exclaimed, “Fuck….now I'm horny as shit.” She unbuckled her seatbelt and unbuttoned her jeans. Lifting her hips up off the seat, she slid her jeans and black panties down over her hips. Her pussy was now in clear view, she was mostly shaved, with a small landing strip. She settled back into her seat and thrust two of her fingers into her mouth. I watched as she got her index and middle finger nice and wet. With her eyes closed, she moved her hand down to her pussy and began to stroke up and down her lips. A moan escaped her as her fingers danced up and down, spreading her moisture over her most intimate area. She used her other hand to spread herself open as she started to flutter a finger on her clit. I had seen her masterbate enough to know this was her favorite approach to orgasm. A finger, vibrator or tongue flicking and dancing directly on her clit while having something penetrate her was a guaranteed path to a climax for her. As much as I wanted to reach over and touch her myself, I was struggling with a bunch of things, from watching the erotic scene next to me, to the constraints of my tightening jeans, to staying focused on the road. As I tried to watch her without getting us killed, I simply asked, “What are thinking about, babe?” “I just want to cum. I want you buried inside me, fucking me. I want you to bend me over, take me and fuck me hard.” I could tell Tara was getting close to coming, because she had this habit of getting red and flushed all across her chest when she came. When orgasms were especially intense, the splotches would extend all up her neck and into her cheeks. It was the tell-tale sign of a major Tara orgasm. Her hand picked up speed as I tried to push her over the edge. “Yeah? You looking forward to a good fuck? But what about your ass? You know how much I love your ass. Just think, when we have our cabin, I'll get my dick nice and wet in your pussy… I'll grab your ankles push them back so you are spread wide open.” Her hand was a blur at this point, she had worked two fingers from her other hand into her pussy while she continued the assault on her clit. “Uh….yeah….tell me….make me cum” she moaned. “I'll work that hard, lubed cock into your ass. Not thrusting yet. Just slowly pressing harder as I slide further into your hole.” “More…. almost there.” I reached down and adjusted my cock which was now uncomfortably wedged in some terrible trifecta of boxers, denim and seatbelt. I told her the rest of my plan. “I could reach over, pick up the vibrator and push it into your pussy, babe. When I turn it on, you'll feel me slamming into your ass, while the vibrator fills your pussy up. You'll feel me through the walls of your pussy pressing up against the toy, making us into one big vibe. Buzzing, thrusting, filling you up until you explode your hot juices all over the….” “Argh; Uhg; Uhg”. Tara's entire body clenched, spasmed, and shook for a moment. Her fingers kept dancing on her clit, but were slowing down as she recaptured her breath. She reached out and started to grab her breast before realizing that her hand was still covered in fluids. She flopped back in her seat, her chest and neck covered in bright red splotches, her legs still spread, gasping for air. For a minute, she looked like she had passed out, but slowly she got her breath and pulse back to normal. She said, “Fuck, dude. I'm going to show up at my parents house reeking of sex. We have to stop somewhere so I can clean up.” “Really? Not my fault. You started it with the whole hot tub, romance package thing. Consider this punishment for banishing me to the guest room for next 2 nights.” “I'm serious. Pull over when we can so I can get cleaned up.” She then added with a smirk, “And enjoy those blue balls that are gonna kick in REAL soon, smart ass. Maybe that will be my April Fools gift to you! Keep you hard all weekend, but not let you have any sort of release?” We did end up stopping at a rest plaza so Tara could get herself together. I stretched out for the last hour of the drive, trying to ignore the growing discomfort from my lack of personal release and hoping that Tara's didn't go through with her idea of a “fun” April Fools joke. When we finally pulled into the house, it was your typical suburban home. The family all came out to greet us. Henry and Lois, Tara's parents were the first ones out. They looked like two, normal American parents. Henry had a salt and pepper beard, and was a bit taller and heavier than me. Lois had a definite resemblance to Tara, but was shorter, stouter and jovial. In all honesty, I could 100% see them both using some white hair spray, padding and putting on costumes and being Mr. & Mrs. Claus at the local church or Christmas parade. I had met them before, so I was greeted with hugs and warm welcomes. Next up were Tara's much younger twin half-siblings, Josh and Denise. They looked to be at the start of their awkward teenage years with graphic t-shirts and overall disinterested looks on their faces. We worked our way into the house with our bags. Lois started, “Tara, your room is all set. Jason, we have a guest room upstairs next to Lindsay's room for you.” That's when we heard a voice from upstairs. “Hey bee otch. What's up?” I looked up and did a double take. I had seen pictures of Tara's younger sister Lindsay, but they were older pictures – from family vacations at Disney and the like. The young woman coming down the stairs instantly let me know what Tara looked like 8 years earlier. They could have been twins. Same hair, same eyes, same smile. Worse for me, she had the same body as Tara – just a bit firmer and younger. I could tell because Lindsay was dressed in a half-shirt showing her school logo and a pair of gray sweats emblazoned with PINK down the leg. Tara and Linsday hugged, while Lois hung her head with a voice only a mother can generate, “Really Lindsay? You couldn't have put on something other than what you sleep in to greet them?” “I did! I put on a bra!” laughed Lindsay as she purposely jumped up and down a bit. “Lindsay! Go get changed! We're going to Alfredo's for dinner. Now!” Henry's voice had that “father” tone that left no room for debate. We all separated to our rooms. Tara's was at the top of the stairs, then the twins rooms on each side of the hallway, then a bathroom, then Lindsay's whose room was next to mine in the corner. Henry & Lois had their room on the main floor down the hall from the kitchen where we walked in. We all went to dinner, got home, watched TV, and people slowly began drifting off to their rooms. I was tired from driving, so I went up and got settled in. I could hear people shuffling around as read a book in bed. In the room next door, I could hear Tara and Lindsey chatting and laughing as I dozed off. Saturday came and it was a cool, damp day. We all came down for breakfast and Tara and I maintained that awkward, “showing affection, but not being gross or inappropriate” you do around parents. We all had our list of errands to do that day. I was picking up booze for the party, plus some tables and linens since I had an SUV. Henry and Josh helped with some of it and we made multiple trips back and forth to stores all day long. Tara helped Lois pick up her dress and went to visit her grandma. For dinner, pizza and salads were ordered for the house and we all just went over the plan for the next day. Caterers were coming at 10 with the food, they were going to prep, cook and serve for when the party started at noon. Tara and Lindsay were going to help Lois get ready (they were renewing their vows to start the festivities) while Josh & Denise were told to get dressed and keep the house neat. After dinner, Tara asked if I wanted to go to the local pub. It was your typical local bar with beers, basic pub food and all locals. “Can I come too?” said Lindsay. There were some strange looks around the table until Lois said, “I think you have to be 21 on weekends.” “Not if you sit at a table at the bar, not the bar, itself. There are kids in there all the time.” Rebutted Lindsay. “Besides, if I go, I can drive home so you two can drink!” Tara jumped in, “Mom. Don't worry about it – I never get to see my sister, she can come along. Let's all get changed and go in 30.” With that, we cleaned up, freshened up, and went out to my car. As soon as we got in the car, the sisters starting giggling. Tara turned and looked at her sister in the back seat, “Ok to eat at the table. You are unreal!” “It's true….. technically!” Lindsay retorted. “OK, but since you're visiting from Connecticut, wouldn't you rather sit at the bar with the grown ups?” They then degenerated into torrents of laughter. “Ok”, I asked. “What am I missing?” Tara finally smartened me up, “Linds has a fake ID. Literally everyone knows about it ….. except Dad. Since he serves on the college faculty, we don't want him to have to lie, so we keep it from him. But yeah literally everyone else knows. Mom, me, the bartenders, everyone knows that "Becky” here just turned 20.“ Lindsay chimed in with, "I mean, I literally went to school with half the people that work there. The fact that they all know to call me Becky is Ah-mah-zing!” The bar was less than 10 minutes away, so we got there quickly and settled in at the bar. The whole night was a ton of fun. Tara and Lindsay…er…Becky….knew everyone. We drank Rolling Rock by the bucketful. Every time you turned around, someone else was buying a bucket of beers to share or a round of shots. The girls and I had migrated to a high-top table in the corner and the booze was definitely kicking in. When I ordered a couple of cokes in a row, Lindsay delicately asked, “Dude. What the fuck?” “Well, I figured you're not going to be in any shape to drive, so I figured I better stop now.” “HA! Why do you think we came up with that plan? It's only a 10 minute walk home if we cut through the high school grounds. We're gonna tell Dad that I didn't realize you drive a stick shift and I couldn't drive. Then, you can come and get the car in the morning!” The girls laughed, high-fived, and the night continued. I had some serious body weight on the sisters, but Man….could they put away the booze. Tara got up to use the restroom, which left me and Linsday alone. After a minute, she looked me in they eye, gave me a strangely-familiar sultry smile that I had seen from her sister and asked, “Like the shirt?” I looked at the shirt, with the clueless look only a guy can give and answered, “Yes, it looks great on you.” In truth, it was a nice top. It was a black and grey top that had a modern pattern throughout. The sleeves were different in that from the shoulders to the cuffs, there were criss-crossed pieces of fabric that left a lot of skin exposed. It wasn't really form-fitting, but Lindsey's pert breasts were definitely noticeable in it. “I actually got it from Tara. She left it behind after Christmas break and I snuck in and stole it from her. I just love the pattern. I think the sleeves are so cool.” Then, with her sister's trademark smirk she added, “ I really like the extra…. pattern and …. texture on the front.” Oh shit. I felt like one of those sitcoms where the main characters past flashes by in a quick montage … and I remembered the shirt. For my birthday in December, Tara and I went to New York City for the weekend. We went to a club and she wore that exact top with a pair of skintight leather pants and heels. We had been drinking and flirting and teasing all night long. BY the time we got back to the hotel, we fell into the elevator and started making out intensely. As we worked our tongues down each other's throats, I started unbuckling her belt. When I grabbed her wrists, she prepared herself for me to start undoing her pants and going after her pussy. Instead, I undid the belt halfway, threaded it through the webbing of her shirt cuffs and rethreaded it through the belt loops. Suddenly, she was like a prisoner with her hands cuffed behind her back. I continued to maul her mouth with mine until we heard the 'ding' of our floor. I walked her in front of me, with her hands bound until we got to our door. I fumbled out our key card and opened the door to our room. I pushed her inside and locked the door behind us. One of the most attractive things about Tara is that she would never back down. As I led her into the room, she got sharp sarcastic tone to her voice and said, “Nice, smart guy. But you can't get my pants down like this, can you?” “Who said I wanted what's in your pants?” I then pushed her so her legs hit the end of the bed. Before she could fall backwards…. I pushed her down and slid her forward onto her knees. She got the sexiest smile as I unbuckled my pants, dropped my boxers and simply said, “Suck.” Tara opened her mouth and enveloped my cock. She didn't start with anything delicate like licking and kissing, it was straight-up sucking. I'm average in the dick size department, so she took me in deep, getting all the way to my balls with ease, she came back and kept going with increasing suction. As I started to groan in pleasure, she began kissing the sides of my shaft until she got down to my balls. She took one, then, the other and licked and sucked on them. Then, it was back to my cock. She went back and forth, making it feel as good as any pussy I had ever been in. She backed off for a minute with I still remember as one of the sexiest sentences ever. “Either untie my hands so I can do this right, or grab me and fuck my face.” I chose the latter. I grabbed two fistfuls of her hair and started aggressively fucking her mouth and throat. To her credit, Tara kept up the suction and using her tongue as best she could while being forced on to my cock. Her eyes were watering a bit and as the pressure built, her saliva was dripping off her chin to the hotel carpet. Finally, when I hit my limit, I started to explode. The first two bursts went down her throat, but then I shocked her again. I pulled my cock from her mouth and let the remaining cum coat her face, mouth and the top of her shirt. When we finally finished, she said, “You fucker. This was a new shirt. But, with the grey pattern, I may just leave it like this. Everyone will think it's part of the shirt, but you and I know I'm wearing your cum around my neck like a medal every time I have it on.” All of this came flooding back to me in the bar as I struggled for words, “Uh…well, it looks great on you… Linds… er… Becky. I mean…. fuck.” Tara walked back to table to see my bright red face and Lindsay beaming. “He figured out the shirt didn't he?” Then to me, “Sorry, babe. You'll learn to understand my sister's weird sense of humor.” Lindsay added, “C'mon! Think of it as an April Fools joke! I mean, the look on your face was awesome.” “April Fools joke?” I questioned as I looked back at Tara, “How does she even know about that shirt?” “Babe. You're an only child. You don't understand how much sisters like to share things.” “What do you mean share?” I fumbled. That earned me a solid punch in the arm from Tara, which seemed to be happening fairly often on this trip. “Ew! Gross! I meant stories! Not men! This isn't some porn you watch when I'm not over your place, you sicko! So, don't get your "twin cest” fantasies all wound up in your head, you ass!“ "Fuck……” was pretty much all I could mutter as we went back to drinking. After another hour or so, we walked home. It was chilly, which helped us to sober up a bit, but we were still pretty buzzed. We walked in the door just after midnight and went to our rooms. At about 2:30, I felt something stirring on my bed. As I opened my blurry eyes, I could see the darkened form of Tara in our College's Sweatshirt and a pair of purple checkered panties slowly straddling me. “Shush. Everyone's sleeping” she whispered, “We have to be quiet.” She started gyrating those purple panties against my swelling cock while she kept her hands behind her on my thighs. My cock was rock hard and started to emerge from the fly in my boxers. I could feel the wetness of her pussy coming through her panties starting to lubricate my cock. As she started to moan, she lifted my hands under her sweatshirt to her tits. I grabbed a handful of her bare tits and started to feel her nipple stiffening. That's when it hit me. Twice. In the same second. Tara didn't own purple panties. In fact, she hates the color purple. Next, those weren't her tits. They were close. They were amazing. But they weren't Tara's. All of a sudden, I was like John Cena kicking out of a pin, or more accurately a fish flopping around on land. “Lindsay! Get off” I whisper-yelled and I gave her a solid shove. She landed on her ass at the foot of the bed. I was expecting tears, I was expecting a commotion, I was expecting to be killed by my girlfriend or her father. Instead, I got another smirk. “Oh well, I tried. April Fools?” And she got up and left the room as quietly as she had entered. For the second time in as many days, I was left with a solid hard on, with the scent of an incredibly hot woman left behind. Needless to say, I got an awful night sleep. Between the alcohol, the late-night visit, and a raging hard-on, I had lost the sleep battle. I was also seriously wondering if I was somehow going to be blamed, then killed for the events of the night before. I needed to burn off some stress and the remaining alcohol, so I got up at 7:30 with the sun streaming through a crack in the window and threw on my running gear. I hit the empty neighborhood streets and started to sweat out everything from the night before. At the end of my loop, I ran back by the bar and picked up my car. As I arrived back at the house around 9:00 with coffee and donuts (in case I needed a bribe), everything seemed normal. I visited with everyone, went upstairs to grab a shower and get changed to help out for the day. When I came down at 10:15 – everything had gone to Hell. Lois was sobbing, Henry was on the phone yelling. Tara and Lindsay were trying to offer suggestions, while Josh and Denise stared silently. Pulling Tara aside, I asked, “T – what's going on?” “Turns out the caterer fucked up. They dropped off the food while you were upstairs, but they aren't staying to prep it, cook it, set it out or serve it. Lo is losing her mind, Henry is ready to punch someone.” Henry was screaming into the phone, “And I know more people in this town that I will destroy your business, do you understand?!?” “Hey Lois?” I tried to interrupt. But Lois couldn't stop crying, “Oh, girls, it's ruined. We can't get all this done in time for the guests.” “Uh….Tara? Henry?” I attempted to get anyone's attention. “Thanks For Nothing, Henry Yelled; and slammed the phone!! "Oh Henry…..Wah!” As they hysterics built to a crescendo, I finally spoke loudly enough to cut through the noise. “Uh, Anyone? Just Stop for a second!” While Lois was still whimpering, there was at least some silence. “No offense, but I'm literally standing right here. You know I spent all of college working in restaurants and bars, right? Plus, all my work experience is with caterers and managing events. I literally oversaw a functions department that did weddings for 2,000 people at a hotel in Dallas. I think I can handle 50 friends and family.” Tara was the first to speak, “Oh, my God, J ……thank you. But you can't do all this yourself. I'll help?” “Nope. But here's what I need: You get Lois ready like you planned. Henry, you and the kids finish cleaning up and putting up the tables and stuff. When the flowers get here, show them where it all goes. Linds – you knew a bunch of people working at the bar last night. Can you start texting, calling, whatever, and see if ANY of them can get their asses over here for a quick $100 bucks today? You and I will run that crew.” Lois finally was starting to calm down. “Are you sure, Jason? You're supposed to be a guest.” “Don't worry about it. This is literally what I do. Consider this my gift to you. I'll just keep the salt & pepper shakers that say 'Henry and Lois' for my place!” Henry gave me a big bear hug and said to me and Lindsay, “Tell your friends $200 each. If you can get them and pull this off, I'll pay anything.” And with that, everyone started their tasks. I grabbed the prep instructions the caterers had left and started to figure out timing and how the ovens worked. I was looking for some baking trays under the cabinets, when Lindsay came down and told me she had one bartender, a waitress and a waiter on their way. “Awesome. Any idea when they'll get here? I'm gonna need some help in here.” “Dude. I woke them up after they worked a night shift. Be glad we got who we did. I'll tell you what, I'll help you for now, then when they get here I'll get changed. That way, I'll know what's going on too. Once the party starts, I can be the runner for you and them.” I stood up, walked over and gave Lindsay a big hug. Once again, I felt her amazing tits – this time pressed up against me through her sweater. With that, we started working. I was scribbling on a pad I found, how I was going to schedule out the food so we had it flowing the whole time. Lindsay was unwrapping all the food trays and putting them in different parts of the kitchen at my direction. Time flew by and at noon the servers started showing up. Ed was actually one of the bartenders I met the night before. I had Lindsay show him to the patio, where the makeshift bar was set up. Then I told her to get dressed for the ceremony. I took Leslie & Marc and told them how we were laying things out. As soon as the ceremony ended, we wanted champagne poured and passed out for a toast. While they did that, I'd put the cold platters in the family room and living room. Then, we had time to start pulling the hot food, which they would pass from room to room. As the guests arrived, things picked up. The rooms were small and tight. Leslie, Marc and I were running around with platters of food and clearing old plates. Of course, we were also taking requests from people who were too lazy to walk the 30 feet to Ed at the bar. At about 1:30, I was in the kitchen, on the ground trying to reach into the back of a cabinet for a cake platter. I heard the familiar click-click of high heel shoes and squirmed out of the cabinet. I looked over to see that I was within a tongue-length of an amazing pair of legs perched on a pair of black heels. My eyes traveled up to see that Lindsay was wearing a short, pleated yellow skirt with a white blouse that accentuated her amazing tits. “You need anything, boss?” she asked. “Uh…no Linds. All is good here.” She took a half step forward and could have straddled my head and answered, “You sure?” “Lindsay, c'mon, kid, you gotta stop with the flirting. You're killing me.” Without moving, she continued, “I may have been drunk last night, but I figured out what tipped you off it wasn't me. First, it was my tits. You've felt Tara's enough to know mine weren't hers. I should have kept your hands outside the sweatshirt, Next, it was the panties. Tara hates purple. So, I fixed that, too,” With that, she lifted her skirt to show me her naked pussy. It's not an understatement to say it was amazing. The lips were shaved bare, but she kept a very thin, very fine landing strip that ended at the top of her cleft, just like her sister. Everything looked perfect and it was all…right…there. “I mean you haven't had a chance to stop and eat. Don't you want a snack?” Sounds of people heading our way made Lindsay drop her skirt, grab a platter of desserts and leave the room with a flounce. “I swear” I muttered to myself as I readjusted my dick yet again, “one more little prank from her and I'm gonna murder someone this weekend.” At this point, I was tired, sweating, and laying on the tile floor of a kitchen, trying to hide my erectness. Finally, after a few hours, the party started to wind down. Friends left, some family members remained. The immediate family all started to get changed out of their dressy clothes. At about 4:30, Tara found her way to the kitchen just I was cleaning up with the team. “Babe. Thank you so much. I talked to my parents and told them we are going to head out. Go get yourself together and let's get on the road. If anyone deserves a good dinner tonight, it's you.” I went upstairs and took my first good look at myself in the mirror. I was covered in food remnants and splatters. I undressed and threw on jeans, and a new shirt. I packed up my stuff, grabbed Tara's bags and loaded up the car. We went back in to say goodbye to everyone. Henry and Lo were still with some remaining guests on the patio. The kids were playing video games. Lindsay was with some cousins and friends drinking a glass of wine. Fortunately, she was dressed in a pair of shorts, t-shirt and keds. Henry and Lo couldn't stop hugging and thanking me. The kids gave me high-fives. Lindsay gave me what ended up being a fairly chaste hug. As we pulled away, she said to Tara, “You've got a good one, T!” As I made my way toward the door, Henry reached out to me again, taking me another big bear hug. I've got some size, but I thought he was going to break my ribs. He pulled away and said, “You're a good man, Jason. Thank you.” With that he stuck out his hand for a final handshake. Having worked in restaurants for years, I felt the familiar “gentlemen's tip” moving some folded bills into my hand. “Don't say a word” he said quietly. You saved us today and if the servers got $200…that's the least I can do for you.“ I thanked him, hugged him again and discreetly put the money in my pocket. Tara and I hopped in the car and started heading to Midnock Valley Resort. We had about a 3 hour drive and we just chatted about the party in general. About an hour in, Tara asked me, "So, did she hit on you?” I didn't know how to answer…so I went with a blank stare. “Babe. It's ok. She does it all the time. It's some little sister thing. Wants to prove that she can be as grown up as me. But the good news is, if you had done anything – she would have told me right away and tell me you're a scumbag.” “But…..” “Sisters before Misters. It's the golden rule.” “Thank goodness you're hot” I joked, “Because that may be the most fucked-up and lamest thing anyone has ever said to me.” With that, we started laughing and settled in for the rest of the drive. To be continued.. By TruthwithaTwist for Literotica.
My girlfriend and her sister play dueling practical jokes on me. By TruthWithaTwist. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. I was midway through my first year of Graduate school, getting my MBA, when my girlfriend, Tara, asked if I wanted to drive to her family's house a few hours away for the weekend. It was her Mother and Step-Father's 20th wedding party and I jumped at the chance to get away from campus for a few days. The party was scheduled for April 2nd, but their actual anniversary was April 1st, which was a running joke in the family. The chance to get away sounded great and I knew that Tara and I would always find ways to entertain ourselves on long car rides. [[MORE]] I had started dating Tara at the beginning of the year, upon arriving at school. Tara was 3 years older than me at 28 years old. She had high cheekbones, silken brown hair and brown eyes that were expressive and sultry. She was the type of woman who could get you instantly hard with a smirk and sparkle from those eyes. Her body was amazing. Perfect tear-drop C-cup breasts, toned stomach and an ass that was just full enough to fill out the best pair of jeans. Within weeks of meeting, Tara and I became the “couple” in our friend group. Privately, we were a typical sex-focused young couple. Fortunately, we were both fairly adventurous and were willing to stretch the limits of our sexual fun. On Halloween, we found ourselves on the roof of my apartment building having sex dressed at Batman and Catwoman. One day, we decided to slink into the small town's only Adult Store where we bought a selection of toys to share, from handcuffs to vibrators to anal toys. After losing a bet on an Auburn/Alabama game on a Saturday, Tara found herself tied naked to the couch in my apartment for the duration of Sunday's Bears game as I alternated between watching the game and using her as I pleased. So, the idea of a road trip, even to her parents' house, was always a promising scenario. We didn't have classes on Friday so were on the road just after noon. It would take about 5 hours to drive to her house, so we filled my Jeep Cherokee with our bags and hit the road. I had met her parents before but it would be the first time I was meeting her younger sister, as well as her twin step-brother and step-sister. I was hearing that we were going to be doing some family-stuff on Saturday (visiting grandma, picking up stuff for the party, etc.) and then they were hosting an “anniversary brunch” at the house on Sunday. Since we both knew there would be no opportunity for frolicking while in her parents' house, Tara and I planned on heading out Sunday afternoon and stopping for the night somewhere along the way since we had no classes until Monday afternoon. Tara dozed off right out of town and started stirring after an hour or so of sleep. She was floating in and out of sleep, adjusting herself in the seat and staring out the window. I was focused on the road when I heard her mumble, “Oooh. Check that out” while looking out the window. Looking over, I saw her gesturing toward a billboard for the regions “Most Romantic Resort”. “Hot tubs! Private Cabins! Fireplaces” were all highlighted on the billboard. There was a picture of a couple cuddling in front of a fireplace to complete the obvious vibe they were going for. Tara grabbed a pen and scribbled down the phone number on a scrap of paper she found. She then grabbed my phone and called the property. I could only hear one side of the conversation where she was asking if there were rooms available, what types, how much and all those details. At one point, she reached into her purse, took out a credit card and read the number to the person she was talking to. After she hung up, she gave me an update. “So cool! They have cabins for Sunday night! The rate includes a dinner package in their restaurant; and listen about our room! It's a private cabin and it has an all-season hot tub, fireplace and she sold me on the ‘Romance Package' whatever THAT is” she laughed. “Well, I guess we're staying there, huh?” I chuckled back. “Of course! How can we pass up a cheesy romantic cabin in the hills, with dinner AND a romance package!” “So what the hell is in the Romance Package?” “I have no idea. The girl on the phone asked if we ‘would be interested in the Romance Package for an extra $35' what was I gonna say? No? Besides, it'll be fun. If we can get out of my parents' place by 4ish on Sunday, we could get there, have dinner, grab some drinks and then have fun in our cabin!” “But I still want to know what's in the romance package” I pressed, again. “Seriously? That's your big question? I have no idea. But it's a romantic resort we've never heard of, in the middle of nowhere - so I'm betting it's some of that kind of stuff from Spencer's Gifts. Y'know, flavored massage oil, blindfold, fake rose petals!” She started laughing at the expected lameness of the package. “Call back. Maybe there's a deluxe romance upgrade!” I laughed back, “See if we can get the handcuffs, vibrator, lube and a goat for $20 more!” I got a solid punch in the arm in addition to her response, “What the fuck is wrong with you? Of course you'd want that kind of stuff. Is that what you want? Me tied up in a remote cabin with a bunch of toys and a goat?” “I mean, besides the goat…..” I started, which earned me another punch in the arm. We settled back into the drive and were quiet for a few more minutes. When I looked over, I saw that Tara was definitely getting “fidgety” in her seat. 'You ok?“ I asked. “Um….I hate to actually admit this to you, but the thought of the cabin, you talking about tying me up, I'm actually getting wet.” Tara was slowly rubbing her thighs together, trying to build some friction. Her eyes were closed and her right hand was starting to rub her breast and nipple through her shirt. The subtle motions continued until she finally exclaimed, “Fuck….now I'm horny as shit.” She unbuckled her seatbelt and unbuttoned her jeans. Lifting her hips up off the seat, she slid her jeans and black panties down over her hips. Her pussy was now in clear view, she was mostly shaved, with a small landing strip. She settled back into her seat and thrust two of her fingers into her mouth. I watched as she got her index and middle finger nice and wet. With her eyes closed, she moved her hand down to her pussy and began to stroke up and down her lips. A moan escaped her as her fingers danced up and down, spreading her moisture over her most intimate area. She used her other hand to spread herself open as she started to flutter a finger on her clit. I had seen her masterbate enough to know this was her favorite approach to orgasm. A finger, vibrator or tongue flicking and dancing directly on her clit while having something penetrate her was a guaranteed path to a climax for her. As much as I wanted to reach over and touch her myself, I was struggling with a bunch of things, from watching the erotic scene next to me, to the constraints of my tightening jeans, to staying focused on the road. As I tried to watch her without getting us killed, I simply asked, “What are thinking about, babe?” “I just want to cum. I want you buried inside me, fucking me. I want you to bend me over, take me and fuck me hard.” I could tell Tara was getting close to coming, because she had this habit of getting red and flushed all across her chest when she came. When orgasms were especially intense, the splotches would extend all up her neck and into her cheeks. It was the tell-tale sign of a major Tara orgasm. Her hand picked up speed as I tried to push her over the edge. “Yeah? You looking forward to a good fuck? But what about your ass? You know how much I love your ass. Just think, when we have our cabin, I'll get my dick nice and wet in your pussy… I'll grab your ankles push them back so you are spread wide open.” Her hand was a blur at this point, she had worked two fingers from her other hand into her pussy while she continued the assault on her clit. “Uh….yeah….tell me….make me cum” she moaned. “I'll work that hard, lubed cock into your ass. Not thrusting yet. Just slowly pressing harder as I slide further into your hole.” “More…. almost there.” I reached down and adjusted my cock which was now uncomfortably wedged in some terrible trifecta of boxers, denim and seatbelt. I told her the rest of my plan. “I could reach over, pick up the vibrator and push it into your pussy, babe. When I turn it on, you'll feel me slamming into your ass, while the vibrator fills your pussy up. You'll feel me through the walls of your pussy pressing up against the toy, making us into one big vibe. Buzzing, thrusting, filling you up until you explode your hot juices all over the….” “Argh; Uhg; Uhg”. Tara's entire body clenched, spasmed, and shook for a moment. Her fingers kept dancing on her clit, but were slowing down as she recaptured her breath. She reached out and started to grab her breast before realizing that her hand was still covered in fluids. She flopped back in her seat, her chest and neck covered in bright red splotches, her legs still spread, gasping for air. For a minute, she looked like she had passed out, but slowly she got her breath and pulse back to normal. She said, “Fuck, dude. I'm going to show up at my parents house reeking of sex. We have to stop somewhere so I can clean up.” “Really? Not my fault. You started it with the whole hot tub, romance package thing. Consider this punishment for banishing me to the guest room for next 2 nights.” “I'm serious. Pull over when we can so I can get cleaned up.” She then added with a smirk, “And enjoy those blue balls that are gonna kick in REAL soon, smart ass. Maybe that will be my April Fools gift to you! Keep you hard all weekend, but not let you have any sort of release?” We did end up stopping at a rest plaza so Tara could get herself together. I stretched out for the last hour of the drive, trying to ignore the growing discomfort from my lack of personal release and hoping that Tara's didn't go through with her idea of a “fun” April Fools joke. When we finally pulled into the house, it was your typical suburban home. The family all came out to greet us. Henry and Lois, Tara's parents were the first ones out. They looked like two, normal American parents. Henry had a salt and pepper beard, and was a bit taller and heavier than me. Lois had a definite resemblance to Tara, but was shorter, stouter and jovial. In all honesty, I could 100% see them both using some white hair spray, padding and putting on costumes and being Mr. & Mrs. Claus at the local church or Christmas parade. I had met them before, so I was greeted with hugs and warm welcomes. Next up were Tara's much younger twin half-siblings, Josh and Denise. They looked to be at the start of their awkward teenage years with graphic t-shirts and overall disinterested looks on their faces. We worked our way into the house with our bags. Lois started, “Tara, your room is all set. Jason, we have a guest room upstairs next to Lindsay's room for you.” That's when we heard a voice from upstairs. “Hey bee otch. What's up?” I looked up and did a double take. I had seen pictures of Tara's younger sister Lindsay, but they were older pictures – from family vacations at Disney and the like. The young woman coming down the stairs instantly let me know what Tara looked like 8 years earlier. They could have been twins. Same hair, same eyes, same smile. Worse for me, she had the same body as Tara – just a bit firmer and younger. I could tell because Lindsay was dressed in a half-shirt showing her school logo and a pair of gray sweats emblazoned with PINK down the leg. Tara and Linsday hugged, while Lois hung her head with a voice only a mother can generate, “Really Lindsay? You couldn't have put on something other than what you sleep in to greet them?” “I did! I put on a bra!” laughed Lindsay as she purposely jumped up and down a bit. “Lindsay! Go get changed! We're going to Alfredo's for dinner. Now!” Henry's voice had that “father” tone that left no room for debate. We all separated to our rooms. Tara's was at the top of the stairs, then the twins rooms on each side of the hallway, then a bathroom, then Lindsay's whose room was next to mine in the corner. Henry & Lois had their room on the main floor down the hall from the kitchen where we walked in. We all went to dinner, got home, watched TV, and people slowly began drifting off to their rooms. I was tired from driving, so I went up and got settled in. I could hear people shuffling around as read a book in bed. In the room next door, I could hear Tara and Lindsey chatting and laughing as I dozed off. Saturday came and it was a cool, damp day. We all came down for breakfast and Tara and I maintained that awkward, “showing affection, but not being gross or inappropriate” you do around parents. We all had our list of errands to do that day. I was picking up booze for the party, plus some tables and linens since I had an SUV. Henry and Josh helped with some of it and we made multiple trips back and forth to stores all day long. Tara helped Lois pick up her dress and went to visit her grandma. For dinner, pizza and salads were ordered for the house and we all just went over the plan for the next day. Caterers were coming at 10 with the food, they were going to prep, cook and serve for when the party started at noon. Tara and Lindsay were going to help Lois get ready (they were renewing their vows to start the festivities) while Josh & Denise were told to get dressed and keep the house neat. After dinner, Tara asked if I wanted to go to the local pub. It was your typical local bar with beers, basic pub food and all locals. “Can I come too?” said Lindsay. There were some strange looks around the table until Lois said, “I think you have to be 21 on weekends.” “Not if you sit at a table at the bar, not the bar, itself. There are kids in there all the time.” Rebutted Lindsay. “Besides, if I go, I can drive home so you two can drink!” Tara jumped in, “Mom. Don't worry about it – I never get to see my sister, she can come along. Let's all get changed and go in 30.” With that, we cleaned up, freshened up, and went out to my car. As soon as we got in the car, the sisters starting giggling. Tara turned and looked at her sister in the back seat, “Ok to eat at the table. You are unreal!” “It's true….. technically!” Lindsay retorted. “OK, but since you're visiting from Connecticut, wouldn't you rather sit at the bar with the grown ups?” They then degenerated into torrents of laughter. “Ok”, I asked. “What am I missing?” Tara finally smartened me up, “Linds has a fake ID. Literally everyone knows about it ….. except Dad. Since he serves on the college faculty, we don't want him to have to lie, so we keep it from him. But yeah literally everyone else knows. Mom, me, the bartenders, everyone knows that "Becky” here just turned 20.“ Lindsay chimed in with, "I mean, I literally went to school with half the people that work there. The fact that they all know to call me Becky is Ah-mah-zing!” The bar was less than 10 minutes away, so we got there quickly and settled in at the bar. The whole night was a ton of fun. Tara and Lindsay…er…Becky….knew everyone. We drank Rolling Rock by the bucketful. Every time you turned around, someone else was buying a bucket of beers to share or a round of shots. The girls and I had migrated to a high-top table in the corner and the booze was definitely kicking in. When I ordered a couple of cokes in a row, Lindsay delicately asked, “Dude. What the fuck?” “Well, I figured you're not going to be in any shape to drive, so I figured I better stop now.” “HA! Why do you think we came up with that plan? It's only a 10 minute walk home if we cut through the high school grounds. We're gonna tell Dad that I didn't realize you drive a stick shift and I couldn't drive. Then, you can come and get the car in the morning!” The girls laughed, high-fived, and the night continued. I had some serious body weight on the sisters, but Man….could they put away the booze. Tara got up to use the restroom, which left me and Linsday alone. After a minute, she looked me in they eye, gave me a strangely-familiar sultry smile that I had seen from her sister and asked, “Like the shirt?” I looked at the shirt, with the clueless look only a guy can give and answered, “Yes, it looks great on you.” In truth, it was a nice top. It was a black and grey top that had a modern pattern throughout. The sleeves were different in that from the shoulders to the cuffs, there were criss-crossed pieces of fabric that left a lot of skin exposed. It wasn't really form-fitting, but Lindsey's pert breasts were definitely noticeable in it. “I actually got it from Tara. She left it behind after Christmas break and I snuck in and stole it from her. I just love the pattern. I think the sleeves are so cool.” Then, with her sister's trademark smirk she added, “ I really like the extra…. pattern and …. texture on the front.” Oh shit. I felt like one of those sitcoms where the main characters past flashes by in a quick montage … and I remembered the shirt. For my birthday in December, Tara and I went to New York City for the weekend. We went to a club and she wore that exact top with a pair of skintight leather pants and heels. We had been drinking and flirting and teasing all night long. BY the time we got back to the hotel, we fell into the elevator and started making out intensely. As we worked our tongues down each other's throats, I started unbuckling her belt. When I grabbed her wrists, she prepared herself for me to start undoing her pants and going after her pussy. Instead, I undid the belt halfway, threaded it through the webbing of her shirt cuffs and rethreaded it through the belt loops. Suddenly, she was like a prisoner with her hands cuffed behind her back. I continued to maul her mouth with mine until we heard the 'ding' of our floor. I walked her in front of me, with her hands bound until we got to our door. I fumbled out our key card and opened the door to our room. I pushed her inside and locked the door behind us. One of the most attractive things about Tara is that she would never back down. As I led her into the room, she got sharp sarcastic tone to her voice and said, “Nice, smart guy. But you can't get my pants down like this, can you?” “Who said I wanted what's in your pants?” I then pushed her so her legs hit the end of the bed. Before she could fall backwards…. I pushed her down and slid her forward onto her knees. She got the sexiest smile as I unbuckled my pants, dropped my boxers and simply said, “Suck.” Tara opened her mouth and enveloped my cock. She didn't start with anything delicate like licking and kissing, it was straight-up sucking. I'm average in the dick size department, so she took me in deep, getting all the way to my balls with ease, she came back and kept going with increasing suction. As I started to groan in pleasure, she began kissing the sides of my shaft until she got down to my balls. She took one, then, the other and licked and sucked on them. Then, it was back to my cock. She went back and forth, making it feel as good as any pussy I had ever been in. She backed off for a minute with I still remember as one of the sexiest sentences ever. “Either untie my hands so I can do this right, or grab me and fuck my face.” I chose the latter. I grabbed two fistfuls of her hair and started aggressively fucking her mouth and throat. To her credit, Tara kept up the suction and using her tongue as best she could while being forced on to my cock. Her eyes were watering a bit and as the pressure built, her saliva was dripping off her chin to the hotel carpet. Finally, when I hit my limit, I started to explode. The first two bursts went down her throat, but then I shocked her again. I pulled my cock from her mouth and let the remaining cum coat her face, mouth and the top of her shirt. When we finally finished, she said, “You fucker. This was a new shirt. But, with the grey pattern, I may just leave it like this. Everyone will think it's part of the shirt, but you and I know I'm wearing your cum around my neck like a medal every time I have it on.” All of this came flooding back to me in the bar as I struggled for words, “Uh…well, it looks great on you… Linds… er… Becky. I mean…. fuck.” Tara walked back to table to see my bright red face and Lindsay beaming. “He figured out the shirt didn't he?” Then to me, “Sorry, babe. You'll learn to understand my sister's weird sense of humor.” Lindsay added, “C'mon! Think of it as an April Fools joke! I mean, the look on your face was awesome.” “April Fools joke?” I questioned as I looked back at Tara, “How does she even know about that shirt?” “Babe. You're an only child. You don't understand how much sisters like to share things.” “What do you mean share?” I fumbled. That earned me a solid punch in the arm from Tara, which seemed to be happening fairly often on this trip. “Ew! Gross! I meant stories! Not men! This isn't some porn you watch when I'm not over your place, you sicko! So, don't get your "twin cest” fantasies all wound up in your head, you ass!“ "Fuck……” was pretty much all I could mutter as we went back to drinking. After another hour or so, we walked home. It was chilly, which helped us to sober up a bit, but we were still pretty buzzed. We walked in the door just after midnight and went to our rooms. At about 2:30, I felt something stirring on my bed. As I opened my blurry eyes, I could see the darkened form of Tara in our College's Sweatshirt and a pair of purple checkered panties slowly straddling me. “Shush. Everyone's sleeping” she whispered, “We have to be quiet.” She started gyrating those purple panties against my swelling cock while she kept her hands behind her on my thighs. My cock was rock hard and started to emerge from the fly in my boxers. I could feel the wetness of her pussy coming through her panties starting to lubricate my cock. As she started to moan, she lifted my hands under her sweatshirt to her tits. I grabbed a handful of her bare tits and started to feel her nipple stiffening. That's when it hit me. Twice. In the same second. Tara didn't own purple panties. In fact, she hates the color purple. Next, those weren't her tits. They were close. They were amazing. But they weren't Tara's. All of a sudden, I was like John Cena kicking out of a pin, or more accurately a fish flopping around on land. “Lindsay! Get off” I whisper-yelled and I gave her a solid shove. She landed on her ass at the foot of the bed. I was expecting tears, I was expecting a commotion, I was expecting to be killed by my girlfriend or her father. Instead, I got another smirk. “Oh well, I tried. April Fools?” And she got up and left the room as quietly as she had entered. For the second time in as many days, I was left with a solid hard on, with the scent of an incredibly hot woman left behind. Needless to say, I got an awful night sleep. Between the alcohol, the late-night visit, and a raging hard-on, I had lost the sleep battle. I was also seriously wondering if I was somehow going to be blamed, then killed for the events of the night before. I needed to burn off some stress and the remaining alcohol, so I got up at 7:30 with the sun streaming through a crack in the window and threw on my running gear. I hit the empty neighborhood streets and started to sweat out everything from the night before. At the end of my loop, I ran back by the bar and picked up my car. As I arrived back at the house around 9:00 with coffee and donuts (in case I needed a bribe), everything seemed normal. I visited with everyone, went upstairs to grab a shower and get changed to help out for the day. When I came down at 10:15 – everything had gone to Hell. Lois was sobbing, Henry was on the phone yelling. Tara and Lindsay were trying to offer suggestions, while Josh and Denise stared silently. Pulling Tara aside, I asked, “T – what's going on?” “Turns out the caterer fucked up. They dropped off the food while you were upstairs, but they aren't staying to prep it, cook it, set it out or serve it. Lo is losing her mind, Henry is ready to punch someone.” Henry was screaming into the phone, “And I know more people in this town that I will destroy your business, do you understand?!?” “Hey Lois?” I tried to interrupt. But Lois couldn't stop crying, “Oh, girls, it's ruined. We can't get all this done in time for the guests.” “Uh….Tara? Henry?” I attempted to get anyone's attention. “Thanks For Nothing, Henry Yelled; and slammed the phone!! "Oh Henry…..Wah!” As they hysterics built to a crescendo, I finally spoke loudly enough to cut through the noise. “Uh, Anyone? Just Stop for a second!” While Lois was still whimpering, there was at least some silence. “No offense, but I'm literally standing right here. You know I spent all of college working in restaurants and bars, right? Plus, all my work experience is with caterers and managing events. I literally oversaw a functions department that did weddings for 2,000 people at a hotel in Dallas. I think I can handle 50 friends and family.” Tara was the first to speak, “Oh, my God, J ……thank you. But you can't do all this yourself. I'll help?” “Nope. But here's what I need: You get Lois ready like you planned. Henry, you and the kids finish cleaning up and putting up the tables and stuff. When the flowers get here, show them where it all goes. Linds – you knew a bunch of people working at the bar last night. Can you start texting, calling, whatever, and see if ANY of them can get their asses over here for a quick $100 bucks today? You and I will run that crew.” Lois finally was starting to calm down. “Are you sure, Jason? You're supposed to be a guest.” “Don't worry about it. This is literally what I do. Consider this my gift to you. I'll just keep the salt & pepper shakers that say 'Henry and Lois' for my place!” Henry gave me a big bear hug and said to me and Lindsay, “Tell your friends $200 each. If you can get them and pull this off, I'll pay anything.” And with that, everyone started their tasks. I grabbed the prep instructions the caterers had left and started to figure out timing and how the ovens worked. I was looking for some baking trays under the cabinets, when Lindsay came down and told me she had one bartender, a waitress and a waiter on their way. “Awesome. Any idea when they'll get here? I'm gonna need some help in here.” “Dude. I woke them up after they worked a night shift. Be glad we got who we did. I'll tell you what, I'll help you for now, then when they get here I'll get changed. That way, I'll know what's going on too. Once the party starts, I can be the runner for you and them.” I stood up, walked over and gave Lindsay a big hug. Once again, I felt her amazing tits – this time pressed up against me through her sweater. With that, we started working. I was scribbling on a pad I found, how I was going to schedule out the food so we had it flowing the whole time. Lindsay was unwrapping all the food trays and putting them in different parts of the kitchen at my direction. Time flew by and at noon the servers started showing up. Ed was actually one of the bartenders I met the night before. I had Lindsay show him to the patio, where the makeshift bar was set up. Then I told her to get dressed for the ceremony. I took Leslie & Marc and told them how we were laying things out. As soon as the ceremony ended, we wanted champagne poured and passed out for a toast. While they did that, I'd put the cold platters in the family room and living room. Then, we had time to start pulling the hot food, which they would pass from room to room. As the guests arrived, things picked up. The rooms were small and tight. Leslie, Marc and I were running around with platters of food and clearing old plates. Of course, we were also taking requests from people who were too lazy to walk the 30 feet to Ed at the bar. At about 1:30, I was in the kitchen, on the ground trying to reach into the back of a cabinet for a cake platter. I heard the familiar click-click of high heel shoes and squirmed out of the cabinet. I looked over to see that I was within a tongue-length of an amazing pair of legs perched on a pair of black heels. My eyes traveled up to see that Lindsay was wearing a short, pleated yellow skirt with a white blouse that accentuated her amazing tits. “You need anything, boss?” she asked. “Uh…no Linds. All is good here.” She took a half step forward and could have straddled my head and answered, “You sure?” “Lindsay, c'mon, kid, you gotta stop with the flirting. You're killing me.” Without moving, she continued, “I may have been drunk last night, but I figured out what tipped you off it wasn't me. First, it was my tits. You've felt Tara's enough to know mine weren't hers. I should have kept your hands outside the sweatshirt, Next, it was the panties. Tara hates purple. So, I fixed that, too,” With that, she lifted her skirt to show me her naked pussy. It's not an understatement to say it was amazing. The lips were shaved bare, but she kept a very thin, very fine landing strip that ended at the top of her cleft, just like her sister. Everything looked perfect and it was all…right…there. “I mean you haven't had a chance to stop and eat. Don't you want a snack?” Sounds of people heading our way made Lindsay drop her skirt, grab a platter of desserts and leave the room with a flounce. “I swear” I muttered to myself as I readjusted my dick yet again, “one more little prank from her and I'm gonna murder someone this weekend.” At this point, I was tired, sweating, and laying on the tile floor of a kitchen, trying to hide my erectness. Finally, after a few hours, the party started to wind down. Friends left, some family members remained. The immediate family all started to get changed out of their dressy clothes. At about 4:30, Tara found her way to the kitchen just I was cleaning up with the team. “Babe. Thank you so much. I talked to my parents and told them we are going to head out. Go get yourself together and let's get on the road. If anyone deserves a good dinner tonight, it's you.” I went upstairs and took my first good look at myself in the mirror. I was covered in food remnants and splatters. I undressed and threw on jeans, and a new shirt. I packed up my stuff, grabbed Tara's bags and loaded up the car. We went back in to say goodbye to everyone. Henry and Lo were still with some remaining guests on the patio. The kids were playing video games. Lindsay was with some cousins and friends drinking a glass of wine. Fortunately, she was dressed in a pair of shorts, t-shirt and keds. Henry and Lo couldn't stop hugging and thanking me. The kids gave me high-fives. Lindsay gave me what ended up being a fairly chaste hug. As we pulled away, she said to Tara, “You've got a good one, T!” As I made my way toward the door, Henry reached out to me again, taking me another big bear hug. I've got some size, but I thought he was going to break my ribs. He pulled away and said, “You're a good man, Jason. Thank you.” With that he stuck out his hand for a final handshake. Having worked in restaurants for years, I felt the familiar “gentlemen's tip” moving some folded bills into my hand. “Don't say a word” he said quietly. You saved us today and if the servers got $200…that's the least I can do for you.“ I thanked him, hugged him again and discreetly put the money in my pocket. Tara and I hopped in the car and started heading to Midnock Valley Resort. We had about a 3 hour drive and we just chatted about the party in general. About an hour in, Tara asked me, "So, did she hit on you?” I didn't know how to answer…so I went with a blank stare. “Babe. It's ok. She does it all the time. It's some little sister thing. Wants to prove that she can be as grown up as me. But the good news is, if you had done anything – she would have told me right away and tell me you're a scumbag.” “But…..” “Sisters before Misters. It's the golden rule.” “Thank goodness you're hot” I joked, “Because that may be the most fucked-up and lamest thing anyone has ever said to me.” With that, we started laughing and settled in for the rest of the drive. To be continued.. By TruthwithaTwist for Literotica.
In our second episode, Melissa shares how her first car, a 1988 Chrysler LeBaron Turbo hatchback that was given to her by Papa (aka her grandfather) earned her street credit and the coolest nickname in high school.During her college years, she transitioned to an indestructible hunter green Jeep Cherokee which she misses to this day. These Cherokee's were also known as the XJ and still have a cult-like following today.Melissa claims she will never drive a minivan and thus ended up loving her Subaru Ascent. And in the little twists that life gives us, her nickname has come full circle.
Today on the Woody and Wilcox Show: It's February 29—Leap Day-and there are deals; Richard Lewis has passed away; Cool Beans and Long John Silvers; An HOA gives parking tickets to a resident that does not have a car; LG says you can't sue them for defective product; Woody has a favorite burner; Family finds a case of unopened hockey cards; Jeep Cherokee recall; And so much more!
"While I am gone, remember – everyone is together in thoughts and prayers and time passes quickly. Have faith in me, yourself, everyone." That was just part of a cryptic note that 23-year-old Leah Roberts left her roommate before she packed up and headed out on a journey of self-discovery. On March 9, 2000, Leah set off from her home in Raleigh, North Carolina, and headed west, following in the footsteps of her literary hero, Jack Kerouac. The idea of a spontaneous trip fit in with Leah's adventurous spirit, so no one was initially concerned, despite the fact that she hadn't mentioned the trip to anyone.But as days passed without word, Leah's family reported her missing. Five days later, her sister Kara got a shocking message: Leah's Jeep Cherokee had been found wrecked at the bottom of a ravine in Whatcom County, Washington. All of Leah's belongings were found at the accident scene, but Leah was nowhere to be found. Anyone with information concerning the whereabouts of Leah Roberts is asked to contact the Detective Sergeant of the Whatcom County Sheriff's Office at 360-778-6600, or contact the Whatcom Communication Dispatch Center at 360-676-6711.Cualquier persona que tenga información sobre el paradero de Leah Roberts debe comunicarse con el sargento detective de la Oficina del Sheriff del condado de Whatcom al 360-778-6600, o con el Centro de despacho de comunicaciones de Whatcom al 360-676-6711.Buy the ebook! - And Then They Were Gone: True Stories of Those Who Went Missing and Never Came HomeFind us everywhereGet episodes early and ad-free on PatreonMerch storeFor a full list of our sources, please visit our blogThis show is part of the Spreaker Prime Network, if you are interested in advertising on this podcast, contact us at https://www.spreaker.com/show/5360779/advertisement
What if when you were seven months pregnant you were stabbed 27 times by a serial killer and left for dead? Invisible Tears Podcast host, Jane Boroski, was twenty-two years old and drinking a soda in her car when she was attacked by a man who pulled up next to her in a Jeep Cherokee. So what would you do if you survived, but the man who tried to murder you was still at large? Would you try to forget what happened and go on with your life? Or would you start a podcast dedicated to telling the stories of other cold-case victims? More From Jane Boroski: Visit: invisible-tears.com Listen: Invisible Tears Podcast Finding Jane Boroski: Facebook: @invisibletears Instagram: @invisibletearspodcast Join our Only One In The Room Facebook Group if you'd like to ask a question of any of our upcoming guests for this series. Also visit the website www.theonlyonepod.com for the latest from our host Laura Cathcart Robbins like featured articles and more. We love hearing from you in the comments on iTunes and while you're there don't forget to rate us, subscribe and share the show! Join our Patreon: Become an Only One In The Room patron by joining us on Patreon! Starting at only $5.00 per month, you'll get bonus content, access to outtakes that the general public will NEVER see, extremely cool merch, and depending on what tier you get, monthly hang time with Scott and Laura. Join our Patreon today at https://www.patreon.com/theonlyonepodcast Don't wait until the new year, start building healthier eating habits this fall with Green Chef. Go to greenchef.com/60onlyone and use the code 60onlyone to get 60% off plus free shipping. Upgrade your closet this summer with Quince. Right now go to https://www.quince.com/our-core-collection/?utm_campaign=oneroom&utm_medium=podcast&utm_source=veritone to get free shipping and 365-day returns on your next order. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices
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Nanavati Low is cofounder and CEO at BIB Technologies aka Business-in-a-Box a Los Angeles startup building EV mobile store platforms. Fully powered by solar and battery electric storage, their storefronts are like mobile pop ups accelerating companies to using clean energy to market and sell products with data and ecommerce intrgrated. Today you can visit their stores at La Brea Tar Pits and the Los Angeles National History Museum. Her career includes stints at industry giants Red Bull, SpaceX, Fiat Chrysler, MUFG Union Bank, and venture-backed V7 Labs (formerly Aipoly). Nanavati led emerging technologies product and engineering at Red Bull Media House, grew mobile app innovation for Red Bull TV and Wings For Life Foundation, and launched the world's largest global running event with over 161,000 participants from 192 nations, raising €4.7M. Her proven track record of building successful partnerships includes Emmy-winning projects and “Best of Innovation” at CES. Nanavati's passion for product development began during her time at Fiat Chrysler and SpaceX where she developed manufacturing and digital automation tools for Jeep Cherokee production lines and the NASA Cargo Resupply CRS-7 mission. With her MS from USC and BS in Industrial Engineering Operations Research from UC Berkeley, Nanavati seeks to inspire the next generation of female leaders.
We have questioned how Kaitlin Marie Armstrong was able to fund her escape and now some of those details are being made clearer as authorities have announced that she sold her Jeep Cherokee right after being questioned by the cops and got $12,200 dollars for it. With that kind of dough in her pocket, it should be able to help her maintain for a little while, but the question is, what happens when the money runs out??(commercial at 9:03)to contact me:bobbycapucci@protonmail.comsource:https://www.msn.com/en-us/news/crime/u-s-marshals-reveal-texas-woman-wanted-in-murder-of-cyclist-sold-car-two-days-after-the-shooting/ar-AAYNDDu?ocid=msedgntp&cvid=5ec1a8fc63b6420bb94b3b2884a5d9f6This show is part of the Spreaker Prime Network, if you are interested in advertising on this podcast, contact us at https://www.spreaker.com/show/5003294/advertisement
We have questioned how Kaitlin Marie Armstrong was able to fund her escape and now some of those details are being made clearer as authorities have announced that she sold her Jeep Cherokee right after being questioned by the cops and got $12,200 dollars for it. With that kind of dough in her pocket, it should be able to help her maintain for a little while, but the question is, what happens when the money runs out??(commercial at 9:03)to contact me:bobbycapucci@protonmail.comsource:https://www.msn.com/en-us/news/crime/u-s-marshals-reveal-texas-woman-wanted-in-murder-of-cyclist-sold-car-two-days-after-the-shooting/ar-AAYNDDu?ocid=msedgntp&cvid=5ec1a8fc63b6420bb94b3b2884a5d9f6This show is part of the Spreaker Prime Network, if you are interested in advertising on this podcast, contact us at https://www.spreaker.com/show/5080327/advertisement
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Thank you for tuning in! On today's episode we are taking a look back at our first cars, specifically my listener and follower's cars. A few weeks ago I asked my followers on both Twitter and Instagram to share what their first car was. I got a ton of responses so I wanted to compile that list, do some research, and put together an episode so here it is! We will be taking a look back at vehicles such as the 2001 Toyota Rav 4, the 1990 Jeep Cherokee, the 1982 Oldsmobile Cutlass Supreme, and more! Thank you to everyone for contributing information about your first cars, it was so much fun to put this episode together! Please rate the show on Apple podcasts: https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/the-pop-culture-retrospective-podcast/id1515040156Support your skin and support the show! By entering the discount code thepcretrospective25 at checkout you get 25% off your skincare order! Disclaimer: This post contains affiliate links. If you make a purchase, I may receive a commission at no extra cost to you.Support the showVisit: https://www.popcultureretrospective.com/ for all things Pop Culture Retrospective! Follow me on Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/popcultureretrospective/ Follow me on Twitter!: https://twitter.com/PopCultureRetroReview the show! https://www.popcultureretrospective.com/reviews/new/Pop Culture Retrospective Merch!: https://pop-culture-retrospective-pod.myspreadshop.com/allEmail me anytime: amy@popcultureretrospective.com
Ramona, proud Jeep Cherokee owner, has been disappointed in the amount of ducks she's received from other Jeep drivers. So it made her day when Matt presented her with some ducks. However. She misconstrued who gave her the ducks. Then we delve into the proper steps to take when handwashing the dishes. Apparently, "proper" depends on the dish washer themselves. A lively debate ensues. Listen! Share! Comment! See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.
On December 17, 1998, a 39 year old prominent clinical geneticist at the Baylor College of Medicine in West University Place, Texas, is raped, stabbed, and bludgeoned to death at her home by an intruder. When investigators find the victim's Jeep Cherokee in San Antonio, a stranger's fingerprints are on the steering column. It wouldn't be until at least six month later, in June 1999, that law enforcement would apprehend the killer. Tragically, by this stage he'd killed another six people across two states. But the body count was far greater than anyone initially realised. In episode 212, Jac and Alexis detail the disturbing case of Angel Resendiz, a violent offender who became known as the Railroad Killer, and struck terror into the hearts of railroad communities across Florida, Kentucky, Texas, Georgia, IIlinois, and as far west as California.
Mary from Illinois has been offered a company car by her employer . She can have either the reliable Mercury Sable, a sporty Jeep Cherokee or the vehicle of choice for seniors: the Chrysler New Yorker. Tom and Ray want to understand as much as possible before advising Mary and that leads to some unexpected answers on this episode of the Best of Car Talk.
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