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Shannon, Jaja and James are back bringing you all of their thoughts on everything happening in nerd culture. We are talking about a variety of things today from the GTA 6 2nd trailer, to Expedition 33 sales and other video game and tv/movie news. See episode time stamps below: Pleasantries and Nerdy Things: 00 - 15:00  Expedition 33 Sales Update and Soundtrack Success 15:00-22:00  GTA 6 Update: 22:00-32:00 Plaworld/Nintendo Update: 32:00 - 37:00 New PlayStation Studio Focused on Live Service Gaming 37:00 - 40:00 Leaked Xbox HH Photos 40:00 - 44:00  Other Video Game News 44:00 - 52:00   Marvel News: 52:00 - 1:07  Disney Opening New Park: 1:07-1:10:00 Misc 01:10:00 - 01:18:00   Make sure to subscribe to us on Youtube, Apple Podcast, Spotify or your podcast app of choice!     Follow Us!  https://linktr.ee/blerdsnerds   National Resources List https://linktr.ee/NationalResourcesList   Youtube  https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCK56I-TNUnhKhcWLZxoUTaw   Email us: Blerdsnerds@gmail.com   Follow Our Social: https://www.instagram.com/blerdsnerds/ https://twitter.com/BlerdsNerds https://www.facebook.com/blerdsnerds https://tiktok.com/blerdsnerds_pod   Shannon: https://www.instagram.com/luv_shenanigans James: https://www.instagram.com/llsuavej  Jaja: https://www.instagram.com/jajasmith3 

Shannon, Jaja and James are back bringing you all of their thoughts on everything happening in nerd culture. This week, Shannon and James are recapping Plus Ultra Entertainments annual 2025 Villains Ball. We're also talking video game news and giving our spoiler heavy review of Marvel's newest installment; The Thunderbolts* See episode timings below: Pleasantries and Nerdy Things: 00- 11:59 Villains Ball Recap:11:59- 20:39 Video Games News: 20:40- 40:00  Thunderbolts Spoiler Heavy Review: 40:00- 1:04 Expedition 33 Movie Adaptation in the Works 1:04-1:06 Miscellaneous and Wrap: 1:06-1:09   Make sure to subscribe to us on youtube, apple podcasts, Spotify or your podcast app of choice!     Follow Us!  https://linktr.ee/blerdsnerds   National Resources List https://linktr.ee/NationalResourcesList   Youtube  https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCK56I-TNUnhKhcWLZxoUTaw   Email us: Blerdsnerds@gmail.com   Follow Our Social: https://www.instagram.com/blerdsnerds/ https://twitter.com/BlerdsNerds https://www.facebook.com/blerdsnerds https://tiktok.com/blerdsnerds_pod   Shannon: https://www.instagram.com/luv_shenanigans James: https://www.instagram.com/llsuavej  Jaja: https://www.instagram.com/jajasmith3   

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It's epsisode 259 of The Cavalry! Johnny needs backup that we should get rid of any forced pleasantries from fast food or convenience store employees. Andrew needs backup that joggers shouldn't jog in the street. Enjoy! Remember to sign up for the Patreon for Post-Show Banter! https://patreon.com/thecavalrypodcast?utm_medium=unknown&utm_source=join_link&utm_campaign=creatorshare_creator&utm_content=copyLink

Hey there, it's Jess Birken, your go-to nonprofit law buddy, here to save you from those endless board meetings that make you want to pull your hair out! In this episode of Charity Therapy, I'm chatting with my friend Maria Huntley, the executive director of the Minnesota Academy of Family Physicians. She's got the inside scoop on how to run nonprofit board meetings that are not only more productive but also a whole lot more fun. Say goodbye to those never-ending life stories and hello to meetings that start AND end on time. We dive deep into the world of board meeting magic, exploring tips like how to be a rockstar facilitator and why having some solid ground rules can be a game changer. Maria shares her genius ideas on mixing social time with business, making sure everyone gets a say, and keeping those discussions on point. If you're sick of people using the mic to relive their glory days, we have some hilarious insights on managing that, too. Plus, Maria dishes on how to set the right tone with board orientations and training so everyone's on the same page from day one. Whether you're a seasoned pro or just starting your nonprofit adventure, this episode is packed with advice to make your board meetings a breeze. And if you're as nerdy as Maria and me, we've even got a handy recipe for facilitating discussions up for grabs. In this episode, you will hear: Managing board meetings effectively to ensure they start and end on time Facilitator skills and employing ground rules to help achieve effective meetings Be mindful of dominating the conversation Leading statements can help ensure everyone has an equitable chance to voice their opinions A consent agenda for streamlining meetings and increasing their overall efficiency Shifting to a positive board culture through training and orientation Respecting board members' time and keeping meetings short and well-structured Having a clear structure in place for successful board discussions Resources from this Episode Recipe for a Generative Discussion: https://birkenlaw.com/wp-content/uploads/2024/12/Generative-Discussion-Recipe.pdf Sign up for the Birken Law Email list: https://birkenlaw.com/signup/ Facebook page: https://www.facebook.com/birkenlaw Follow and Review: We'd love for you to follow us if you haven't yet. Click that purple '+' in the top right corner of your Apple Podcasts app. We'd love it even more if you could drop a review or 5-star rating over on Apple Podcasts. Simply select “Ratings and Reviews” and “Write a Review” then a quick line with your favorite part of the episode. It only takes a second and it helps spread the word about the podcast. Episode Credits If you like this podcast and are thinking of creating your own, consider talking to my producer, Emerald City Productions. They helped me grow and produce the podcast you are listening to right now. Find out more at https://emeraldcitypro.com Let them know we sent you.

As a bondservant of Christ, Paul knew he was obligated to Christ.  Being obligated to Christ, Paul knew he was obligated to those for whom Christ died.

Welcome to the #PlayUnified Podcast where we meet at the intersection of sports, disability, philanthropy, entertainment and community building. Listen as we discuss why sports is such an important part of life, community and social change. Guests will include Special Olympics athletes, local sports figures, government officials, small business owners and figures within the Special Olympics movement. This week Mike, Erin, and Charles update you on the Flag Football standings and the first league playoff results, soccer community play, golf, over the edge, Boston Marathon, and all the Special Olympics things. Birthday girl, Lumene brings the heat with the lightning round, and the question of the week gets us talking about teeth, apparently... you'll have to listen to find out what that even means.... 

In Today's episode we cover a story that a farmer posted on a farming forum that concerns some mental looking mutilated animal bodies. We also have a ghosty story, and Im sure theres other bits I forgot too. Tune in, find out. Support the pod:www.patreon.com/monsterfuzzCheck out our merch:https://monster-fuzz.creator-spring.comEverything else!www.linktr.ee/monsterfuzz

We return to the group as Hoshino begins a Spirit Session. A spattering of different spirits arrives and helps guide him to the knowledge he seeks. With the acquired Legend Lore spell, he begins to gather the group again to perform the ritual. He seeks information on Iolan and gains somewhat cryptic information regarding her after the spell. The group gathers that there is a throughline of connection to Antithesis, Iolan, and Hoshino. After more thought and talk surrounding the Legend Lore, the group hears a voice saying, “That was impressive.” An unfamiliar voice to Hoshino in particular, but the group as well… until they turn to see Kyver in their presence… except… changed somehow? His accent is gone, he looks presentable, and he informs the group that he goes by the name Greyleaf. Rapidly, questions, disbelief, relief, and jokes form. After calming down Hoshino, who for obvious reasons is untrustworthy of this new face, the group introduces them properly. Greyleaf also reintroduces himself to Salix as their time together was brief, and they probably saw him in a much different light than he currently is. He tells bits of the story of where he's been, what he's been up to, the reveal of a daughter and wife, and lack of drinking. It takes some time to process it all, and for some, it takes longer than others in the group. There are still some sentiments of shock and disbelief, and now frustration begins to form as he informs the party that he can only tell them so much, as he is not at liberty to tell other people's stories. He lets the group know he, Cereius, We Aqha, Rig, and the Mercurial Avenger are a party under the employ of one Mister Bell. He also informs them of what happened to him in Nymora and the Vitalis Manor. Zechs informs him that he's upset he chose HIS identity out of anyone to use AND is still a little upset about the assault on his father. Greyleaf apologizes, and the group catches him up as well. They share a drink of revelry at the return of their ally and friend. We end with a conversation between Galahad and Bothok. Pleasantries are exchanged before they speak candidly on Galahad's line of questioning. The rift that brought his clan to Granzia is still present but may not be the exact bridge between the two planes. He learns that his father is working with Arioch to bring back a titan. Galahad realizes there are more players on the board now with this information, and he must do his best to get things to a halt before the gathering on the Ridge. Upon ending the conversation, he adds Arioch to his “list.” He is reminded of some of the first words he ever heard from his patron… “Violence is a last resort, exhaust all other options.” There's so much happening, and that's where we pick up… Find out what happens next in this episode of the Medusa's Cascade: Collateral Damage! Theme Music is written and performed by The Floating Lighthouse Mixed by Thomas Lapierre III Check out the show at themedusascascade.com

 A disillusioned lifestyle gets renewed with incestuous love.by Jism786. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. As a twenty-year-old, after a year in college, I had become very disillusioned with my prospects. Not only was I failing my classes, but I felt like a little cog in a big machine, a machine designed to extract money from people like me. However, my parents had high expectations, and I didn't want to disappoint them. After much consideration, I figured I would take a semester off to figure things out. As expected, my parents were not only disappointed but angry as well.“So, what the hell are you going to do?” my father asked.“ I don't know yet,” I replied.As I retreated to my room, my father yelled, “Maybe you should join the marines, that way you can get your shit straight!”I wanted to cry something back, but I really didn't have anything to say. It also didn't help that my dad was an old, hard-ass marine. The next few weeks were hell. My parents were unrelenting and reminded me about my shortcomings daily. I had gotten a job at a local insurance agency, but I felt like my parents didn't want me in their house anymore. I had always been an outdoors person, and the situation was becoming unbearable. I tried to stay out of the house as much as possible. Every day, there was an argument about how school was the only option and how I had to either go back or start thinking about moving out.All this bickering finally subsided the day my dad got a phone call from his sister. My Uncle James had passed away due to a heart attack, and we had to fly over to pay our final farewell to my Uncle James. It wasn't a long flight considering it was from California to Idaho. It was nice to see my cousin and my Aunt after such a long time, three years to be exact. It was sad to see them in their misery, but I really loved them and was glad I could be there with them.My Uncle had been a very reserved man, and I had grown to like him over the years, but I never really knew him all that well. My Aunt, on the other hand, had always been very loving and motherly. She had the warmth that came from working with animals and was always very polite. My cousin Megan was twenty-three and attending school on the east coast. She had flown back as soon as she had heard about her father. She was older than me by four years, but she had always seemed much older to me. She had always been wise beyond her years and had always been a full-grown woman in my eyes.We arrived Friday night and were planning to leave Sunday night after the funeral. Pleasantries and condolences were exchanged, as expected, that first night. The older folk, including my parents, talked with my Aunt and other family members far into the night. I, on the other hand, decided to turn in early. I was given my Uncle's old study, and I found it very hard to sleep. The man had passed away, yet there were traces of his existence all around me. Mercifully, I dozed to sleep.The next morning I awoke to my father's hand gently shaking me. “John wake up.” It was hard to stay asleep with his big bear paw on my shoulder. “Listen,” he said as I turned to see him. “I know lately I've been riding you pretty hard and I'm sorry. I know you'll figure it out and I just want you know that I've got your back no matter what you choose to do,” he finished with a smile. The talk last night must have really opened his eyes to how fleeting life really was. I was still half asleep, but I felt a significant weight lift off my shoulders, both literally and emotionally. “Now get up, we have some work to do,” he finished. Although I didn't admit it to myself, I knew deep inside what work he had in mind. Every time we visited my Aunt, we ended up helping around the farm. Unlike back home, where the day started at 7 or 8 am, it started at 5 or 6 am here. I got my clothes and jacket and followed my dad as we headed out towards the small field behind my Aunt's barn.Our family has always grown in or around farms, so farm work was second nature to my father. On the other hand, I was less experienced, but I was willing to jump right in. Being on my father's good side renewed my attitude on life. Soon we were milking the small herd of cows my Uncle and Aunt owned. By the time we were done, my forearms felt sore. My dad laughed as he watched me open and close my hand.“She had some hard tits that one,” I said jokingly.“Yeah that's why I let you have that one,” he replied. “Your Uncle really like that cow. He used to say it was the best damn cow he had ever owned,” he said while looking back at the herd.I also looked around and could see the steam rising from the cows' backs. The mornings here truly felt magical. The sky was golden as the sun rose over the hilltops. The calves suckled quietly on their mothers'. It was a beautiful scene, to say the least.By the time we got back to the house, the women had already started breakfast. The place was bustling with people as neighbors and friends came to offer their condolences. The rest of the day went just like that. People coming and leaving while my Aunt tried her best to remain a good hostess.Tomorrow would be my Uncle's funeral, and it was really starting to set in that he was really gone. Late that evening, a small circle of men sat around a fire outside my Aunt's house. I could see they were all men who were a lot like my Uncle, landowners, and men of integrity. My dad was talking to them, and I decided to join them. They spoke of my Uncle and the kind of man he was, telling stories about some of his crazy ideas and sayings.All in all, it was a good feeling as I learned more about the man who I knew so little about. I soon found out that my Uncle had not only been a good husband to my Aunt but a perfect friend to all of them. He had, at one time or another, helped each one of these men. They were saddened to have lost him so soon. He had only been 46. My Aunt was only 40.Soon the talk took a somber tone as one man asked my father, “Has Rose told you was she plans to do with the farm?”“No, not yet,” my father replied calmly. “I will talk to her before I go and make sure she has what she needs. In any case she's a strong woman and she has that going for her,” he finished as he took a drink from his beer.After a few seconds, my dad spoke again. “In any case, I think John might stay here with her for a while.” I had my eyes fixated on the fire this whole time but processed what he had said. “What about it?,” asked my dad as he patted my back.“Sounds like a plan.” I replied, wondering if he was drunk.With that being said, the men eased back on their chairs watched the fire before them. I stood up and went to take a piss. I walked behind an old tractor that had been there for as long as I could remember, unleashing a small torrent on the side of one of the rear wheels.“You could go inside and do that,” I heard my cousin Megan's voice in the dark.Quickly I zipped up my jeans and looked up to where the voice was coming from. My cousin was lying on her back on top of the engine compartment of the tractor.“I'm sorry,” I muttered, embarrassed.Hearing my voice, she quickly turned to see me. “Oh, its you…” she said, surprised.I tried kicking some dirt over the little pond I had created. The last thing I wanted was for my cousin to smell was my piss. She smiled only slightly.“I wonder what my mom would think…” she started, “she used to yell at my dad for peeing on that exact same spot you know,” she said sadly.I noticed the distinct difference in some of the grass's color by the tractor's rear and front wheel. When I looked back up at Megan, I could see her eyes watering and knew she was trying not to cry. She slowly turned around, and I stood there wondering what to do. My eyes wandered up and down her small frame. She had always been a looker. She had her mother's brown wavy hair and a pretty face to go with it. She was shorter than her mom but had inherited the wide hips and ample bust that she always tried to hide by wearing a sweater.“I'm sorry about your dad,” I said slowly.“Thanks,” she said, still facing away.Without a word, I climbed up the side of the tractor and leaned over her. She was sniffling, and the hood of her sweater covered her face. Gently I kissed the only visible part of her cheek. She smiled, and I jumped back off the side of the old beast. I headed back to the house a little relieved and feeling generally good about myself.The next morning we had the funeral. The entire day was a sad ordeal. I soon realized how much I hated seeing my mom and aunt cry. My dad had an arm around my Aunt, but her shoulders still shook hard. I didn't feel like crying but watching my mother sob broke my composure, and I could feel my eyes watering. My cousin was sobbing uncontrollably, and I was glad her friends around her. She had always been daddy's little girl, and now she was reeling, having seen her father's casket buried. We stayed there hours after the funeral had ended, and I couldn't help but contemplate all the changes death brought.On the way back home, my father and I talked about what he had said yesterday. I had given it very little thought, considering he had been a little tipsy, but now I saw he was earnest. We had a long discussion about how it might be useful if I stayed with my Aunt for a few weeks, and I couldn't help but agree. I really was perfect for the task. I had nothing waiting for me back home, and I was grateful for a change in scenery. Being able to get my father off my back was another blessing that sealed the deal. My father didn't waste any time proposing the idea to my Aunt about me staying.The first thing out of her mouth was, “Don't you have school?”I smiled and replied, “Not for a couple of months.”It was the truth… school had ended, and she didn't need to know that I planned on skipping next semester. On the other hand, my cousin would be heading back as soon as she could find a flight. She had signed up for the summer session and needed to be back at school that same week. After some discourse, it was agreed that I would stay.My father took me aside and informed me that he would be depositing some funds to help with the expenses. I was glad, considering I had only a few hundred dollars from my last job. Hours later, my parents got their things ready for their morning flight, and I once again turned in earlier than usual. I spent the next couple of minutes thinking about what the next days would bring. I would be staying with my recently widowed Aunt on a small farm… freedom, at last, I thought.The next morning I awoke to the sound of my parents leaving. I kissed my mother goodbye and hugged my dad for a long time.“Take good care of her,” he said in his deep voice.“I will Dad,” I replied.My Aunt had always been very close to my dad, and I could feel the weight behind his request. She hugged each of them as well, and my mom finished by saying, “You give me a call if he gives you any trouble, and don't be afraid to smack him if he acts up…. you have my permission.”She said, smiling. “I wouldn't dream of it,” my Aunt Rose answered as she looked at me lovingly.I waved them goodbye as the cab pulled away. When I turned around, my Aunt was in the doorway smiling at me. She opened her arms, and soon I found myself pressing willingly into the softness of her breasts.That day I spent most of the time cleaning around the house and farm; my Aunt spent it indoors, mainly. I found it incredibly difficult to talk to her about my Uncle, and I was dreading the fact that my cousin would be leaving the very next day. The day flew by as I explored the farm and the rest of the grounds. I could see myself falling in love with this lifestyle.The next day, I drove my cousin to the airport, and it was now time to say goodbye.“Take good care of my mom John,” Megan told me.“Don't worry I will…” I answered reassuringly.Megan had suggested to my Aunt that she'd stay a while longer. But my Aunt would have nothing of it.“No Megan you need to finish up your schoolwork and besides I'll be fine with John here.”And so it was. My cousin flew back east to finish her classes, and I became my Aunt's only company.The next few days consisted of me getting accustomed to the routine. Surprisingly, my Aunt knew as much if not more than my father about tending the farm. I found myself following her lead most of the time. As the days went on, I found myself more and more comfortable around her. In the days following the funeral, we had become close friends. I recounted my stories about past girlfriends, and my Aunt told me how she and my Uncle had met. On some days, I could see the sadness in her eyes, and I tried my best to keep her spirits high. Slowly I began to grow more and more fond of her.The next morning I noticed I had no clothes left in my suitcase. I had only packed for a few days, and now I was shit out of luck. I tried looking for the jeans I had worn the day before, but I didn't see them anywhere. I only had the pair of briefs I had fallen asleep with, and to make matters worse, they had multiple holes around the elastic band. I stayed in my room for a little while, wondering what to do.However, after a while, I heard my Aunt yell from the kitchen, “John what do you want for breakfast!?”“Anything is fine by me aunt Rose!” I yelled back.A few minutes later, I heard her yell again, “Breakfast is almost ready!”I yelled back, “Ummm I can't find my jeans…”A couple seconds passed, and I was about to yell again when I heard her say, “Oh honey I think they are all in the wash. They're almost done but you better get in here before your breakfast gets cold,” she said, finally.I searched the room for a towel but found none.“You do have underwear right?” I heard her yell down the hall again.“Yeah,” I replied. I was glad my morning woody was gone because the thought of going to the kitchen with only my ‘tighty whiteys' was quite frightening.I tried to make it to my seat at the table before my Aunt turned around, but I was too late.“Oh honey, you don't wear boxers?” she asked, smiling as she wiped her hands on her apron.“Umm no, I don't really like them,” I replied while my hands desperately trying to cover my manhood.“I'm sorry Honey, I didn't know those were all your jeans. I would have left one had I known.” she informed me.“Its okay Aunt Rose, I appreciate you washing them.” I replied. My embarrassment had already been too high, but now I could feel my face turning red.She started scrambling some eggs while in her pj's, and I could not help but stare at her ass as she did this. Her pj's were probably not designed to be sexy for all intents and purposes, but her ass was so plump and voluptuous that it stretched the fabric slightly, and I could almost picture her naked through it. I didn't think I could be more embarrassed, but being only in briefs while watching her cook awoke my cock faster than any porno I had ever watched. I only hoped I didn't have to stand up soon.“Honey, can you get me the flour that's behind you in that cupboard, I'm going to make some pancakes,” she said.“Oh, that's okay Aunt Rose, I don't want any pancakes,” I replied, hoping she wouldn't ask me to get something else.“Well I do, so if you could please,” she said.I stood up quickly and started looking through the pantry. To my horror, I couldn't find it.“Baby, you know you have a hole in your underwear?” she asked teasingly.“Yeah,” I said, more embarrassed than ever.Finally, I found the flour and turned around quickly so that she couldn't see the hole any longer. I thought about tossing the flour box to her but decided against it. I walked quickly, trying to cover my crotch area with the flour box, trying not to be too obvious. When I got close to her, I extended it to her.“How bout you help me make them,” she said. It was now that I noticed that she was relishing in my discomfort. She had a hint of defiance in her eyes. I tried not to think about anything sexual, but my cock throbbed as I saw the cleavage.“I don't really know how to make them,” I said, trying to save myself from being so exposed.“That's okay, I'll teach you,” she replied quickly.She grabbed the box out of my hand, and then I saw her eyes shift down towards my pulsating cock. I looked down to see how clear my condition was; it was worse than I could imagine to my horror. My cock had become so hard and hot that I had not noticed the dark pulsating head peeking over the elastic band of my underwear.“Oh My!” my Aunt said almost in a whisper.Her left hand was covering her cleavage while the other hand still held the spatula. I rushed to cover it up with my hands, but the damage was done. I turned to run, but my Aunt caught my arm.“Honey, honey its okay,” she said quickly yet lovingly. “Just get a towel from that counter over there and umm, try covering up as best you can.” she said in the same tender tone.I made my way to the towel and went back to the table with the towel wrapped around my waist. I must have been a sad site sitting there at the table with my face in my hands.“Honey its okay,” I heard my Aunt say again as she slid a plate in front of me.I couldn't bring myself to look at her, and I wouldn't have had she not pleaded with me, “Look at me baby.”I slowly looked up to see her beautiful face. She was leaning over the table, and her cleavage was impossible not to look at. I was utterly hopeless, and she must have thought this as well because she let out a smile when she caught my stare.“I got an idea,” she sprung up all of a sudden.She turned around and untied her apron, then to my disbelief, she slid her shirt off. She wasn't wearing a bra, and I could see the sides of her breasts even as she faced away from me. Slowly she turned around, and my mouth dropped while my cock throbbed with renewed vigor.“See, now we are even,” she said smiling. She sat down across the table, and her tits swayed slightly as she set her plate before her. “Honey, you might be able to chew your food better if you close your mouth now and again,” she said coyly.I roused myself and tried to concentrate on my food. But kept looking up at Aunt Rose's incredible, round, soft tits sitting in front of me. Her nipples were timid now, but I could see them springing forward if given enough attention. Her aureoles were a shade darker than the rest of her skin, making it a little harder to breathe. She had a distinct tan line around her breasts. I wanted to fondle them more than ever and tuck my hand underneath them to feel their weight. Soon, however, breakfast was over, and my Aunt put her shirt back on.“Better not tell your dad… or your mom,” she said jokingly.“I won't,” I managed to say, my embarrassment virtually gone.“Now you better get out there and work some of that energy off,” she pointed cautiously at my crotch as she said this.“Will do,” I replied.“And one more thing hon,” she said as I started to walk out of the kitchen, “we need to get you some new underwear and jeans.”I managed to let out a small laugh and say, “Yeah I know.”[to be continued in ‘Mating Season']by Jism786 for Literotica

 A disillusioned lifestyle gets renewed with incestuous love.by Jism786. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. As a twenty-year-old, after a year in college, I had become very disillusioned with my prospects. Not only was I failing my classes, but I felt like a little cog in a big machine, a machine designed to extract money from people like me. However, my parents had high expectations, and I didn't want to disappoint them. After much consideration, I figured I would take a semester off to figure things out. As expected, my parents were not only disappointed but angry as well.“So, what the hell are you going to do?” my father asked.“ I don't know yet,” I replied.As I retreated to my room, my father yelled, “Maybe you should join the marines, that way you can get your shit straight!”I wanted to cry something back, but I really didn't have anything to say. It also didn't help that my dad was an old, hard-ass marine. The next few weeks were hell. My parents were unrelenting and reminded me about my shortcomings daily. I had gotten a job at a local insurance agency, but I felt like my parents didn't want me in their house anymore. I had always been an outdoors person, and the situation was becoming unbearable. I tried to stay out of the house as much as possible. Every day, there was an argument about how school was the only option and how I had to either go back or start thinking about moving out.All this bickering finally subsided the day my dad got a phone call from his sister. My Uncle James had passed away due to a heart attack, and we had to fly over to pay our final farewell to my Uncle James. It wasn't a long flight considering it was from California to Idaho. It was nice to see my cousin and my Aunt after such a long time, three years to be exact. It was sad to see them in their misery, but I really loved them and was glad I could be there with them.My Uncle had been a very reserved man, and I had grown to like him over the years, but I never really knew him all that well. My Aunt, on the other hand, had always been very loving and motherly. She had the warmth that came from working with animals and was always very polite. My cousin Megan was twenty-three and attending school on the east coast. She had flown back as soon as she had heard about her father. She was older than me by four years, but she had always seemed much older to me. She had always been wise beyond her years and had always been a full-grown woman in my eyes.We arrived Friday night and were planning to leave Sunday night after the funeral. Pleasantries and condolences were exchanged, as expected, that first night. The older folk, including my parents, talked with my Aunt and other family members far into the night. I, on the other hand, decided to turn in early. I was given my Uncle's old study, and I found it very hard to sleep. The man had passed away, yet there were traces of his existence all around me. Mercifully, I dozed to sleep.The next morning I awoke to my father's hand gently shaking me. “John wake up.” It was hard to stay asleep with his big bear paw on my shoulder. “Listen,” he said as I turned to see him. “I know lately I've been riding you pretty hard and I'm sorry. I know you'll figure it out and I just want you know that I've got your back no matter what you choose to do,” he finished with a smile. The talk last night must have really opened his eyes to how fleeting life really was. I was still half asleep, but I felt a significant weight lift off my shoulders, both literally and emotionally. “Now get up, we have some work to do,” he finished. Although I didn't admit it to myself, I knew deep inside what work he had in mind. Every time we visited my Aunt, we ended up helping around the farm. Unlike back home, where the day started at 7 or 8 am, it started at 5 or 6 am here. I got my clothes and jacket and followed my dad as we headed out towards the small field behind my Aunt's barn.Our family has always grown in or around farms, so farm work was second nature to my father. On the other hand, I was less experienced, but I was willing to jump right in. Being on my father's good side renewed my attitude on life. Soon we were milking the small herd of cows my Uncle and Aunt owned. By the time we were done, my forearms felt sore. My dad laughed as he watched me open and close my hand.“She had some hard tits that one,” I said jokingly.“Yeah that's why I let you have that one,” he replied. “Your Uncle really like that cow. He used to say it was the best damn cow he had ever owned,” he said while looking back at the herd.I also looked around and could see the steam rising from the cows' backs. The mornings here truly felt magical. The sky was golden as the sun rose over the hilltops. The calves suckled quietly on their mothers'. It was a beautiful scene, to say the least.By the time we got back to the house, the women had already started breakfast. The place was bustling with people as neighbors and friends came to offer their condolences. The rest of the day went just like that. People coming and leaving while my Aunt tried her best to remain a good hostess.Tomorrow would be my Uncle's funeral, and it was really starting to set in that he was really gone. Late that evening, a small circle of men sat around a fire outside my Aunt's house. I could see they were all men who were a lot like my Uncle, landowners, and men of integrity. My dad was talking to them, and I decided to join them. They spoke of my Uncle and the kind of man he was, telling stories about some of his crazy ideas and sayings.All in all, it was a good feeling as I learned more about the man who I knew so little about. I soon found out that my Uncle had not only been a good husband to my Aunt but a perfect friend to all of them. He had, at one time or another, helped each one of these men. They were saddened to have lost him so soon. He had only been 46. My Aunt was only 40.Soon the talk took a somber tone as one man asked my father, “Has Rose told you was she plans to do with the farm?”“No, not yet,” my father replied calmly. “I will talk to her before I go and make sure she has what she needs. In any case she's a strong woman and she has that going for her,” he finished as he took a drink from his beer.After a few seconds, my dad spoke again. “In any case, I think John might stay here with her for a while.” I had my eyes fixated on the fire this whole time but processed what he had said. “What about it?,” asked my dad as he patted my back.“Sounds like a plan.” I replied, wondering if he was drunk.With that being said, the men eased back on their chairs watched the fire before them. I stood up and went to take a piss. I walked behind an old tractor that had been there for as long as I could remember, unleashing a small torrent on the side of one of the rear wheels.“You could go inside and do that,” I heard my cousin Megan's voice in the dark.Quickly I zipped up my jeans and looked up to where the voice was coming from. My cousin was lying on her back on top of the engine compartment of the tractor.“I'm sorry,” I muttered, embarrassed.Hearing my voice, she quickly turned to see me. “Oh, its you…” she said, surprised.I tried kicking some dirt over the little pond I had created. The last thing I wanted was for my cousin to smell was my piss. She smiled only slightly.“I wonder what my mom would think…” she started, “she used to yell at my dad for peeing on that exact same spot you know,” she said sadly.I noticed the distinct difference in some of the grass's color by the tractor's rear and front wheel. When I looked back up at Megan, I could see her eyes watering and knew she was trying not to cry. She slowly turned around, and I stood there wondering what to do. My eyes wandered up and down her small frame. She had always been a looker. She had her mother's brown wavy hair and a pretty face to go with it. She was shorter than her mom but had inherited the wide hips and ample bust that she always tried to hide by wearing a sweater.“I'm sorry about your dad,” I said slowly.“Thanks,” she said, still facing away.Without a word, I climbed up the side of the tractor and leaned over her. She was sniffling, and the hood of her sweater covered her face. Gently I kissed the only visible part of her cheek. She smiled, and I jumped back off the side of the old beast. I headed back to the house a little relieved and feeling generally good about myself.The next morning we had the funeral. The entire day was a sad ordeal. I soon realized how much I hated seeing my mom and aunt cry. My dad had an arm around my Aunt, but her shoulders still shook hard. I didn't feel like crying but watching my mother sob broke my composure, and I could feel my eyes watering. My cousin was sobbing uncontrollably, and I was glad her friends around her. She had always been daddy's little girl, and now she was reeling, having seen her father's casket buried. We stayed there hours after the funeral had ended, and I couldn't help but contemplate all the changes death brought.On the way back home, my father and I talked about what he had said yesterday. I had given it very little thought, considering he had been a little tipsy, but now I saw he was earnest. We had a long discussion about how it might be useful if I stayed with my Aunt for a few weeks, and I couldn't help but agree. I really was perfect for the task. I had nothing waiting for me back home, and I was grateful for a change in scenery. Being able to get my father off my back was another blessing that sealed the deal. My father didn't waste any time proposing the idea to my Aunt about me staying.The first thing out of her mouth was, “Don't you have school?”I smiled and replied, “Not for a couple of months.”It was the truth… school had ended, and she didn't need to know that I planned on skipping next semester. On the other hand, my cousin would be heading back as soon as she could find a flight. She had signed up for the summer session and needed to be back at school that same week. After some discourse, it was agreed that I would stay.My father took me aside and informed me that he would be depositing some funds to help with the expenses. I was glad, considering I had only a few hundred dollars from my last job. Hours later, my parents got their things ready for their morning flight, and I once again turned in earlier than usual. I spent the next couple of minutes thinking about what the next days would bring. I would be staying with my recently widowed Aunt on a small farm… freedom, at last, I thought.The next morning I awoke to the sound of my parents leaving. I kissed my mother goodbye and hugged my dad for a long time.“Take good care of her,” he said in his deep voice.“I will Dad,” I replied.My Aunt had always been very close to my dad, and I could feel the weight behind his request. She hugged each of them as well, and my mom finished by saying, “You give me a call if he gives you any trouble, and don't be afraid to smack him if he acts up…. you have my permission.”She said, smiling. “I wouldn't dream of it,” my Aunt Rose answered as she looked at me lovingly.I waved them goodbye as the cab pulled away. When I turned around, my Aunt was in the doorway smiling at me. She opened her arms, and soon I found myself pressing willingly into the softness of her breasts.That day I spent most of the time cleaning around the house and farm; my Aunt spent it indoors, mainly. I found it incredibly difficult to talk to her about my Uncle, and I was dreading the fact that my cousin would be leaving the very next day. The day flew by as I explored the farm and the rest of the grounds. I could see myself falling in love with this lifestyle.The next day, I drove my cousin to the airport, and it was now time to say goodbye.“Take good care of my mom John,” Megan told me.“Don't worry I will…” I answered reassuringly.Megan had suggested to my Aunt that she'd stay a while longer. But my Aunt would have nothing of it.“No Megan you need to finish up your schoolwork and besides I'll be fine with John here.”And so it was. My cousin flew back east to finish her classes, and I became my Aunt's only company.The next few days consisted of me getting accustomed to the routine. Surprisingly, my Aunt knew as much if not more than my father about tending the farm. I found myself following her lead most of the time. As the days went on, I found myself more and more comfortable around her. In the days following the funeral, we had become close friends. I recounted my stories about past girlfriends, and my Aunt told me how she and my Uncle had met. On some days, I could see the sadness in her eyes, and I tried my best to keep her spirits high. Slowly I began to grow more and more fond of her.The next morning I noticed I had no clothes left in my suitcase. I had only packed for a few days, and now I was shit out of luck. I tried looking for the jeans I had worn the day before, but I didn't see them anywhere. I only had the pair of briefs I had fallen asleep with, and to make matters worse, they had multiple holes around the elastic band. I stayed in my room for a little while, wondering what to do.However, after a while, I heard my Aunt yell from the kitchen, “John what do you want for breakfast!?”“Anything is fine by me aunt Rose!” I yelled back.A few minutes later, I heard her yell again, “Breakfast is almost ready!”I yelled back, “Ummm I can't find my jeans…”A couple seconds passed, and I was about to yell again when I heard her say, “Oh honey I think they are all in the wash. They're almost done but you better get in here before your breakfast gets cold,” she said, finally.I searched the room for a towel but found none.“You do have underwear right?” I heard her yell down the hall again.“Yeah,” I replied. I was glad my morning woody was gone because the thought of going to the kitchen with only my ‘tighty whiteys' was quite frightening.I tried to make it to my seat at the table before my Aunt turned around, but I was too late.“Oh honey, you don't wear boxers?” she asked, smiling as she wiped her hands on her apron.“Umm no, I don't really like them,” I replied while my hands desperately trying to cover my manhood.“I'm sorry Honey, I didn't know those were all your jeans. I would have left one had I known.” she informed me.“Its okay Aunt Rose, I appreciate you washing them.” I replied. My embarrassment had already been too high, but now I could feel my face turning red.She started scrambling some eggs while in her pj's, and I could not help but stare at her ass as she did this. Her pj's were probably not designed to be sexy for all intents and purposes, but her ass was so plump and voluptuous that it stretched the fabric slightly, and I could almost picture her naked through it. I didn't think I could be more embarrassed, but being only in briefs while watching her cook awoke my cock faster than any porno I had ever watched. I only hoped I didn't have to stand up soon.“Honey, can you get me the flour that's behind you in that cupboard, I'm going to make some pancakes,” she said.“Oh, that's okay Aunt Rose, I don't want any pancakes,” I replied, hoping she wouldn't ask me to get something else.“Well I do, so if you could please,” she said.I stood up quickly and started looking through the pantry. To my horror, I couldn't find it.“Baby, you know you have a hole in your underwear?” she asked teasingly.“Yeah,” I said, more embarrassed than ever.Finally, I found the flour and turned around quickly so that she couldn't see the hole any longer. I thought about tossing the flour box to her but decided against it. I walked quickly, trying to cover my crotch area with the flour box, trying not to be too obvious. When I got close to her, I extended it to her.“How bout you help me make them,” she said. It was now that I noticed that she was relishing in my discomfort. She had a hint of defiance in her eyes. I tried not to think about anything sexual, but my cock throbbed as I saw the cleavage.“I don't really know how to make them,” I said, trying to save myself from being so exposed.“That's okay, I'll teach you,” she replied quickly.She grabbed the box out of my hand, and then I saw her eyes shift down towards my pulsating cock. I looked down to see how clear my condition was; it was worse than I could imagine to my horror. My cock had become so hard and hot that I had not noticed the dark pulsating head peeking over the elastic band of my underwear.“Oh My!” my Aunt said almost in a whisper.Her left hand was covering her cleavage while the other hand still held the spatula. I rushed to cover it up with my hands, but the damage was done. I turned to run, but my Aunt caught my arm.“Honey, honey its okay,” she said quickly yet lovingly. “Just get a towel from that counter over there and umm, try covering up as best you can.” she said in the same tender tone.I made my way to the towel and went back to the table with the towel wrapped around my waist. I must have been a sad site sitting there at the table with my face in my hands.“Honey its okay,” I heard my Aunt say again as she slid a plate in front of me.I couldn't bring myself to look at her, and I wouldn't have had she not pleaded with me, “Look at me baby.”I slowly looked up to see her beautiful face. She was leaning over the table, and her cleavage was impossible not to look at. I was utterly hopeless, and she must have thought this as well because she let out a smile when she caught my stare.“I got an idea,” she sprung up all of a sudden.She turned around and untied her apron, then to my disbelief, she slid her shirt off. She wasn't wearing a bra, and I could see the sides of her breasts even as she faced away from me. Slowly she turned around, and my mouth dropped while my cock throbbed with renewed vigor.“See, now we are even,” she said smiling. She sat down across the table, and her tits swayed slightly as she set her plate before her. “Honey, you might be able to chew your food better if you close your mouth now and again,” she said coyly.I roused myself and tried to concentrate on my food. But kept looking up at Aunt Rose's incredible, round, soft tits sitting in front of me. Her nipples were timid now, but I could see them springing forward if given enough attention. Her aureoles were a shade darker than the rest of her skin, making it a little harder to breathe. She had a distinct tan line around her breasts. I wanted to fondle them more than ever and tuck my hand underneath them to feel their weight. Soon, however, breakfast was over, and my Aunt put her shirt back on.“Better not tell your dad… or your mom,” she said jokingly.“I won't,” I managed to say, my embarrassment virtually gone.“Now you better get out there and work some of that energy off,” she pointed cautiously at my crotch as she said this.“Will do,” I replied.“And one more thing hon,” she said as I started to walk out of the kitchen, “we need to get you some new underwear and jeans.”I managed to let out a small laugh and say, “Yeah I know.”[to be continued in ‘Mating Season']by Jism786 for Literotica

 A disillusioned lifestyle gets renewed with incestuous love.by Jism786. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. As a twenty-year-old, after a year in college, I had become very disillusioned with my prospects. Not only was I failing my classes, but I felt like a little cog in a big machine, a machine designed to extract money from people like me. However, my parents had high expectations, and I didn't want to disappoint them. After much consideration, I figured I would take a semester off to figure things out. As expected, my parents were not only disappointed but angry as well.“So, what the hell are you going to do?” my father asked.“ I don't know yet,” I replied.As I retreated to my room, my father yelled, “Maybe you should join the marines, that way you can get your shit straight!”I wanted to cry something back, but I really didn't have anything to say. It also didn't help that my dad was an old, hard-ass marine. The next few weeks were hell. My parents were unrelenting and reminded me about my shortcomings daily. I had gotten a job at a local insurance agency, but I felt like my parents didn't want me in their house anymore. I had always been an outdoors person, and the situation was becoming unbearable. I tried to stay out of the house as much as possible. Every day, there was an argument about how school was the only option and how I had to either go back or start thinking about moving out.All this bickering finally subsided the day my dad got a phone call from his sister. My Uncle James had passed away due to a heart attack, and we had to fly over to pay our final farewell to my Uncle James. It wasn't a long flight considering it was from California to Idaho. It was nice to see my cousin and my Aunt after such a long time, three years to be exact. It was sad to see them in their misery, but I really loved them and was glad I could be there with them.My Uncle had been a very reserved man, and I had grown to like him over the years, but I never really knew him all that well. My Aunt, on the other hand, had always been very loving and motherly. She had the warmth that came from working with animals and was always very polite. My cousin Megan was twenty-three and attending school on the east coast. She had flown back as soon as she had heard about her father. She was older than me by four years, but she had always seemed much older to me. She had always been wise beyond her years and had always been a full-grown woman in my eyes.We arrived Friday night and were planning to leave Sunday night after the funeral. Pleasantries and condolences were exchanged, as expected, that first night. The older folk, including my parents, talked with my Aunt and other family members far into the night. I, on the other hand, decided to turn in early. I was given my Uncle's old study, and I found it very hard to sleep. The man had passed away, yet there were traces of his existence all around me. Mercifully, I dozed to sleep.The next morning I awoke to my father's hand gently shaking me. “John wake up.” It was hard to stay asleep with his big bear paw on my shoulder. “Listen,” he said as I turned to see him. “I know lately I've been riding you pretty hard and I'm sorry. I know you'll figure it out and I just want you know that I've got your back no matter what you choose to do,” he finished with a smile. The talk last night must have really opened his eyes to how fleeting life really was. I was still half asleep, but I felt a significant weight lift off my shoulders, both literally and emotionally. “Now get up, we have some work to do,” he finished. Although I didn't admit it to myself, I knew deep inside what work he had in mind. Every time we visited my Aunt, we ended up helping around the farm. Unlike back home, where the day started at 7 or 8 am, it started at 5 or 6 am here. I got my clothes and jacket and followed my dad as we headed out towards the small field behind my Aunt's barn.Our family has always grown in or around farms, so farm work was second nature to my father. On the other hand, I was less experienced, but I was willing to jump right in. Being on my father's good side renewed my attitude on life. Soon we were milking the small herd of cows my Uncle and Aunt owned. By the time we were done, my forearms felt sore. My dad laughed as he watched me open and close my hand.“She had some hard tits that one,” I said jokingly.“Yeah that's why I let you have that one,” he replied. “Your Uncle really like that cow. He used to say it was the best damn cow he had ever owned,” he said while looking back at the herd.I also looked around and could see the steam rising from the cows' backs. The mornings here truly felt magical. The sky was golden as the sun rose over the hilltops. The calves suckled quietly on their mothers'. It was a beautiful scene, to say the least.By the time we got back to the house, the women had already started breakfast. The place was bustling with people as neighbors and friends came to offer their condolences. The rest of the day went just like that. People coming and leaving while my Aunt tried her best to remain a good hostess.Tomorrow would be my Uncle's funeral, and it was really starting to set in that he was really gone. Late that evening, a small circle of men sat around a fire outside my Aunt's house. I could see they were all men who were a lot like my Uncle, landowners, and men of integrity. My dad was talking to them, and I decided to join them. They spoke of my Uncle and the kind of man he was, telling stories about some of his crazy ideas and sayings.All in all, it was a good feeling as I learned more about the man who I knew so little about. I soon found out that my Uncle had not only been a good husband to my Aunt but a perfect friend to all of them. He had, at one time or another, helped each one of these men. They were saddened to have lost him so soon. He had only been 46. My Aunt was only 40.Soon the talk took a somber tone as one man asked my father, “Has Rose told you was she plans to do with the farm?”“No, not yet,” my father replied calmly. “I will talk to her before I go and make sure she has what she needs. In any case she's a strong woman and she has that going for her,” he finished as he took a drink from his beer.After a few seconds, my dad spoke again. “In any case, I think John might stay here with her for a while.” I had my eyes fixated on the fire this whole time but processed what he had said. “What about it?,” asked my dad as he patted my back.“Sounds like a plan.” I replied, wondering if he was drunk.With that being said, the men eased back on their chairs watched the fire before them. I stood up and went to take a piss. I walked behind an old tractor that had been there for as long as I could remember, unleashing a small torrent on the side of one of the rear wheels.“You could go inside and do that,” I heard my cousin Megan's voice in the dark.Quickly I zipped up my jeans and looked up to where the voice was coming from. My cousin was lying on her back on top of the engine compartment of the tractor.“I'm sorry,” I muttered, embarrassed.Hearing my voice, she quickly turned to see me. “Oh, its you…” she said, surprised.I tried kicking some dirt over the little pond I had created. The last thing I wanted was for my cousin to smell was my piss. She smiled only slightly.“I wonder what my mom would think…” she started, “she used to yell at my dad for peeing on that exact same spot you know,” she said sadly.I noticed the distinct difference in some of the grass's color by the tractor's rear and front wheel. When I looked back up at Megan, I could see her eyes watering and knew she was trying not to cry. She slowly turned around, and I stood there wondering what to do. My eyes wandered up and down her small frame. She had always been a looker. She had her mother's brown wavy hair and a pretty face to go with it. She was shorter than her mom but had inherited the wide hips and ample bust that she always tried to hide by wearing a sweater.“I'm sorry about your dad,” I said slowly.“Thanks,” she said, still facing away.Without a word, I climbed up the side of the tractor and leaned over her. She was sniffling, and the hood of her sweater covered her face. Gently I kissed the only visible part of her cheek. She smiled, and I jumped back off the side of the old beast. I headed back to the house a little relieved and feeling generally good about myself.The next morning we had the funeral. The entire day was a sad ordeal. I soon realized how much I hated seeing my mom and aunt cry. My dad had an arm around my Aunt, but her shoulders still shook hard. I didn't feel like crying but watching my mother sob broke my composure, and I could feel my eyes watering. My cousin was sobbing uncontrollably, and I was glad her friends around her. She had always been daddy's little girl, and now she was reeling, having seen her father's casket buried. We stayed there hours after the funeral had ended, and I couldn't help but contemplate all the changes death brought.On the way back home, my father and I talked about what he had said yesterday. I had given it very little thought, considering he had been a little tipsy, but now I saw he was earnest. We had a long discussion about how it might be useful if I stayed with my Aunt for a few weeks, and I couldn't help but agree. I really was perfect for the task. I had nothing waiting for me back home, and I was grateful for a change in scenery. Being able to get my father off my back was another blessing that sealed the deal. My father didn't waste any time proposing the idea to my Aunt about me staying.The first thing out of her mouth was, “Don't you have school?”I smiled and replied, “Not for a couple of months.”It was the truth… school had ended, and she didn't need to know that I planned on skipping next semester. On the other hand, my cousin would be heading back as soon as she could find a flight. She had signed up for the summer session and needed to be back at school that same week. After some discourse, it was agreed that I would stay.My father took me aside and informed me that he would be depositing some funds to help with the expenses. I was glad, considering I had only a few hundred dollars from my last job. Hours later, my parents got their things ready for their morning flight, and I once again turned in earlier than usual. I spent the next couple of minutes thinking about what the next days would bring. I would be staying with my recently widowed Aunt on a small farm… freedom, at last, I thought.The next morning I awoke to the sound of my parents leaving. I kissed my mother goodbye and hugged my dad for a long time.“Take good care of her,” he said in his deep voice.“I will Dad,” I replied.My Aunt had always been very close to my dad, and I could feel the weight behind his request. She hugged each of them as well, and my mom finished by saying, “You give me a call if he gives you any trouble, and don't be afraid to smack him if he acts up…. you have my permission.”She said, smiling. “I wouldn't dream of it,” my Aunt Rose answered as she looked at me lovingly.I waved them goodbye as the cab pulled away. When I turned around, my Aunt was in the doorway smiling at me. She opened her arms, and soon I found myself pressing willingly into the softness of her breasts.That day I spent most of the time cleaning around the house and farm; my Aunt spent it indoors, mainly. I found it incredibly difficult to talk to her about my Uncle, and I was dreading the fact that my cousin would be leaving the very next day. The day flew by as I explored the farm and the rest of the grounds. I could see myself falling in love with this lifestyle.The next day, I drove my cousin to the airport, and it was now time to say goodbye.“Take good care of my mom John,” Megan told me.“Don't worry I will…” I answered reassuringly.Megan had suggested to my Aunt that she'd stay a while longer. But my Aunt would have nothing of it.“No Megan you need to finish up your schoolwork and besides I'll be fine with John here.”And so it was. My cousin flew back east to finish her classes, and I became my Aunt's only company.The next few days consisted of me getting accustomed to the routine. Surprisingly, my Aunt knew as much if not more than my father about tending the farm. I found myself following her lead most of the time. As the days went on, I found myself more and more comfortable around her. In the days following the funeral, we had become close friends. I recounted my stories about past girlfriends, and my Aunt told me how she and my Uncle had met. On some days, I could see the sadness in her eyes, and I tried my best to keep her spirits high. Slowly I began to grow more and more fond of her.The next morning I noticed I had no clothes left in my suitcase. I had only packed for a few days, and now I was shit out of luck. I tried looking for the jeans I had worn the day before, but I didn't see them anywhere. I only had the pair of briefs I had fallen asleep with, and to make matters worse, they had multiple holes around the elastic band. I stayed in my room for a little while, wondering what to do.However, after a while, I heard my Aunt yell from the kitchen, “John what do you want for breakfast!?”“Anything is fine by me aunt Rose!” I yelled back.A few minutes later, I heard her yell again, “Breakfast is almost ready!”I yelled back, “Ummm I can't find my jeans…”A couple seconds passed, and I was about to yell again when I heard her say, “Oh honey I think they are all in the wash. They're almost done but you better get in here before your breakfast gets cold,” she said, finally.I searched the room for a towel but found none.“You do have underwear right?” I heard her yell down the hall again.“Yeah,” I replied. I was glad my morning woody was gone because the thought of going to the kitchen with only my ‘tighty whiteys' was quite frightening.I tried to make it to my seat at the table before my Aunt turned around, but I was too late.“Oh honey, you don't wear boxers?” she asked, smiling as she wiped her hands on her apron.“Umm no, I don't really like them,” I replied while my hands desperately trying to cover my manhood.“I'm sorry Honey, I didn't know those were all your jeans. I would have left one had I known.” she informed me.“Its okay Aunt Rose, I appreciate you washing them.” I replied. My embarrassment had already been too high, but now I could feel my face turning red.She started scrambling some eggs while in her pj's, and I could not help but stare at her ass as she did this. Her pj's were probably not designed to be sexy for all intents and purposes, but her ass was so plump and voluptuous that it stretched the fabric slightly, and I could almost picture her naked through it. I didn't think I could be more embarrassed, but being only in briefs while watching her cook awoke my cock faster than any porno I had ever watched. I only hoped I didn't have to stand up soon.“Honey, can you get me the flour that's behind you in that cupboard, I'm going to make some pancakes,” she said.“Oh, that's okay Aunt Rose, I don't want any pancakes,” I replied, hoping she wouldn't ask me to get something else.“Well I do, so if you could please,” she said.I stood up quickly and started looking through the pantry. To my horror, I couldn't find it.“Baby, you know you have a hole in your underwear?” she asked teasingly.“Yeah,” I said, more embarrassed than ever.Finally, I found the flour and turned around quickly so that she couldn't see the hole any longer. I thought about tossing the flour box to her but decided against it. I walked quickly, trying to cover my crotch area with the flour box, trying not to be too obvious. When I got close to her, I extended it to her.“How bout you help me make them,” she said. It was now that I noticed that she was relishing in my discomfort. She had a hint of defiance in her eyes. I tried not to think about anything sexual, but my cock throbbed as I saw the cleavage.“I don't really know how to make them,” I said, trying to save myself from being so exposed.“That's okay, I'll teach you,” she replied quickly.She grabbed the box out of my hand, and then I saw her eyes shift down towards my pulsating cock. I looked down to see how clear my condition was; it was worse than I could imagine to my horror. My cock had become so hard and hot that I had not noticed the dark pulsating head peeking over the elastic band of my underwear.“Oh My!” my Aunt said almost in a whisper.Her left hand was covering her cleavage while the other hand still held the spatula. I rushed to cover it up with my hands, but the damage was done. I turned to run, but my Aunt caught my arm.“Honey, honey its okay,” she said quickly yet lovingly. “Just get a towel from that counter over there and umm, try covering up as best you can.” she said in the same tender tone.I made my way to the towel and went back to the table with the towel wrapped around my waist. I must have been a sad site sitting there at the table with my face in my hands.“Honey its okay,” I heard my Aunt say again as she slid a plate in front of me.I couldn't bring myself to look at her, and I wouldn't have had she not pleaded with me, “Look at me baby.”I slowly looked up to see her beautiful face. She was leaning over the table, and her cleavage was impossible not to look at. I was utterly hopeless, and she must have thought this as well because she let out a smile when she caught my stare.“I got an idea,” she sprung up all of a sudden.She turned around and untied her apron, then to my disbelief, she slid her shirt off. She wasn't wearing a bra, and I could see the sides of her breasts even as she faced away from me. Slowly she turned around, and my mouth dropped while my cock throbbed with renewed vigor.“See, now we are even,” she said smiling. She sat down across the table, and her tits swayed slightly as she set her plate before her. “Honey, you might be able to chew your food better if you close your mouth now and again,” she said coyly.I roused myself and tried to concentrate on my food. But kept looking up at Aunt Rose's incredible, round, soft tits sitting in front of me. Her nipples were timid now, but I could see them springing forward if given enough attention. Her aureoles were a shade darker than the rest of her skin, making it a little harder to breathe. She had a distinct tan line around her breasts. I wanted to fondle them more than ever and tuck my hand underneath them to feel their weight. Soon, however, breakfast was over, and my Aunt put her shirt back on.“Better not tell your dad… or your mom,” she said jokingly.“I won't,” I managed to say, my embarrassment virtually gone.“Now you better get out there and work some of that energy off,” she pointed cautiously at my crotch as she said this.“Will do,” I replied.“And one more thing hon,” she said as I started to walk out of the kitchen, “we need to get you some new underwear and jeans.”I managed to let out a small laugh and say, “Yeah I know.”[to be continued in ‘Mating Season']by Jism786 for Literotica

1-Gossip 2-Abuse 3-Sincerity ~ 1-Unsupported accusations of infidelity 2-I hit my wonderful but irrational girlfriend 3- Phony vs. genuine pleasantries. Listen to caller's personal dramas four times each week as Dr. Kenner takes your calls and questions on parenting, romance, love, family, marriage, divorce, hobbies, career, mental health - any personal issue! Call anytime, toll free 877-Dr-Kenner. Visit www.drkenner.com for more information about the show.

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Geoff, Gavin, and Andrew talk about how Gavin is here early, market research, Andrew's root canal, teeth memory, bike debacle, old problems, Geoff's dog's name, custom orders, foot long, wearing pants, and Tiktok. Sponsored by BetterHelp http://betterhelp.com/face , Shady Rays http://shadyrays.com code FACE , Babbel http://babbel.com/FACE Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

In this episode, J.R. and Stacey bring their signature charm and candid conversation to the table as they delve into various topics surrounding business attitudes, podcasting, and community support. Main Discussion Points: J.R.'s Attitude in Business: J.R. opens up about his attitude in business, admitting to occasional bouts of frustration and acknowledging the need for improvement in handling certain situations. He reflects on past experiences where his assertiveness clashed with professionalism. New Business Venture: Podcast Auditing Services: The duo announces an exciting new venture offering podcast auditing services. J.R. explains the concept behind the service, emphasizing his expertise in podcast development and growth strategies. Listeners are invited to schedule appointments for personalized consultations. Networking with Podcasters Facebook Group: Stacey shares details about their newly established Facebook group, "Networking with Podcasters." The group aims to foster a supportive community for podcasters to share ideas, collaborate, and promote each other's shows. They encourage active participation and mutual support among members. Insights on Software Development and Marketing Tactics: J.R. provides insights and frustrations regarding software development and marketing tactics. He advocates for more integrated solutions that facilitate advertising within social media algorithms. The discussion highlights the importance of leveraging available tools like Canva for effective marketing. Closing Remarks: J.R. and Stacey wrap up the episode with a reminder to never quit seeking the uncommon. They emphasize the value of respect, collaboration, and continuous learning in the podcasting community. Listeners are encouraged to join their Facebook group and stay tuned for more insightful conversations.

People exchange pleasantries regularly. I believe most people genuinely care about how others are doing. 

Some more leaks about the King's birthday chat with his daughter-in-law Meghan Markle....we're told there were "awkward pleasantries."Meanwhile, the King's guard goes Gangham Style.This 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/4522904/advertisement

Frankie is back from pod mat leave and Tennant is spruiking recipes from Dungeons & Dragons Heroes' Feast Cookbooks! (Vol 1 and Vol 2). Pleasantries aside we dive in with our own stocktake of the first Global Stocktake on progress of the Paris Agreement towards achieving its purpose and long-term goals. Due to be discussed in Dubai at COP28 shortly, it's an important if unsurprising summary of where we're at: Paris has driven a lot of activity but we are not on track for 1.5C.And stay tuned for more COP news Sumerupperers as your intrepid hosts are departing for Dubai and will be dissecting all the deliberations for your delight!Our main paperNuclear energy and its potential role in Australia's future energy mix may be the hottest debate around. Enter, the Blueprint Institute, with their report, ‘The lowest cost net-zero grid: a critical analysis of nuclear energy in Australia.' Authors Cross, D., Ouliaris, M., Williams, L., Poulton, C., and Lubberink, J contend there may be a small but significant role for small modular reactors (SMRs) to provide clean firming in a close-to-100% renewables grid. Your intrepid hosts unpack the ultra centrist but not super critical findings which suggest some low-to-no regrets measures we can take now in case the appallingly high costs come down post 2040.  One more thingsTennant's One More Thing is (if you can believe it) CBAM news! The issues paper for the Government's Carbon Leakage Review is out and Reed wants you to read it! His sneaky twofer is the recent Australia-Tuvalu climate & security treaty.Frankie's One More Thing is another shout out for the Careers for Net Zero campaign. With two million workers needed for Australia's transition there's no time to waste if you're net zero career curious - check it out!Luke's One More Thing is visiting eminence Josephine Maguire from the Sustainable Energy Authority of Ireland speaking on the SwitchedOn podcast about the mammoth job of running a one-stop-shop for home energy upgrades.And Frankie's one more one more thing is a huge shout out to the marvellous Alison Reeve for her stellar run on LMSU the past couple of months! We are looking forward to Alison joining us for our Holiday Movie Special…… which we're fission for ideas on! Send your hot tips on climate themed movies to mailbag@letmesumup.net, xeet ‘em at @LukeMenzel, @TennantReed, @alison_reeve and @FrankieMuskovic, or blu ‘em at @lukemenzel.bsky.social @tennantreed.bsky.social, @frankiemuskovic.bsky.social and @reevealison.bsky.social.

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Another NFL season is finally here, and we're here to break it all down! Who will win a crowded AFC East? Can anyone challenge the Eagles for the NFC crown? Is there any stopping Patrick Mahomes? And who does Andrew have as the follow-up to the glorious #YearOfRuss? All that and more in this loaded episode! So sit back, relax, and take a seat… Courtside.   0:00 - Pleasantries 1:20 - AFC 52:25 - NFC 1:23:57 - Award Predictions 1:25:06 - 10 Questions 1:38:12 - Super Bowl Predictions 1:42:57 - Sam's Send-Off By Mike and Andrew   Twitter: https://twitter.com/TheCourtsidePod Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/thecourtsidepodcast/   Podcast Description: Andrew Cohen is an “athlete” best known for his money 3-point shot, killer slice forehand and natural charm. Sam Pausman is a retired athlete who can often be found watching some European sport at 7 a.m. on Saturday morning. And Mike Randall, our Lebron-loving linebacker, is best known for his pickup post-up game and unapologetic football fandom. In this show, they break down the day's biggest storylines, investigate compelling sports trends and do their best to avoid coming off as massive sports nerds. No hot takes here, just smart takes.  

Hello there. How are you? Everything ok with Marjorie? What about that lump? Did you get it checked out?Pleasantries aside, it's time for another rip-roaring adventure to the world of the Killer Rabbit Episode 23 sees cheesy stories, bad accents, an unbelievable tale from a listener and a story of when animals attack each other….but you're the arena! For more exclusive content, visit our Instagram page here:www.instagram.com/killerrabbitpodGet your ‘Tweet' on right here:www.twitter.com/killerrabbitpodOr come join the discussion on our Facebook page:www.facebook.com/killerrabbitpodOr...If you'd rather not look at our ugly mugs but still want to join in, you can e-mail us at:killerrabbitpodcast@gmail.comIntro/Outro & Title Music provided by Free Vibes: https://goo.gl/NkGhTg Rock Thing by Creo: https://soundcloud.com/creo/rock-thingCreative Commons - Attribution 4.0 International (CC by 4.0): https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/4.0/ 

This week on YBO... We get into What's Going On and give our thoughts on the U.S. ending daylight savings time, the second largest banking collapse in U.S. history. We also talked about Angela Bassett being snubbed at the Oscars. For Random Sh*t of the Week we give flowers to music, movies and/or books that we've been engaging in. We close the episode with Dating, Relationships & Sex for you nasties asking men what is something you have never received from a woman that you would like to? As always, thanks for listening and make sure you tell a friend to tell a friend. Find more info here: Website: www.ybopod.com Instagram @ybopodcastmke Facebook: Young, Black & Opinionated

Raising teenagers can be a roller coaster gone wrong or the ride of your life. Whitney is a freelance writer, blogger, social media consultant and most importantly mom to 3 teenage girls. Join us as we chat about the good, the bad, and the vulnerable! In this episode: Navigating the why behind the behavior We are not our kids decisions Parenting illuminates work we need to do on ourselves Connect with Whitney: Facebook Website Whitney Fleming Writes Website Parenting Teens and Tweens Explore the Gratitude Journal for Moms and Teen Girls HERE Connect with Kristen here

Michael Cooper welcomes "The Chief" of the Boston Celtics 1980's championships. Basketball Hall of Famer and 4x champion, Robert Parish joins Showtime to discuss Robert's career, his college SAT scandal, why he made the choice to go to the NBA over the ABA, His tenure playing with Rick Barry and Clifford Ray of the Golden State Warriors and of course, his illustrious career with the Boston Celtics during their Dynasty years facing the Showtime Lakers. They also touch on Boston Racism, Lakers and Celtics- behind the scenes and do a TON of epic trash talking like only NBA Legends can do. This episode is powered by: Shopify- Coop's preferred online store and consultancy. For free offer (and to support Coop in his effort to become CHAMPION of Lakers podcasts), please go to https://shopify.com/showtime (all lower case). and https://Betonline.ag > use coop's code CLNS50 for a huge bonus deposit. 02:30  Pleasantries. 3:30 Youth, College Career + SAT scandal 7:00  BOL Ad Read 8:00 why NBA nor ABA, Early Pro career. 8:50 Time w Golden State Warriors 08:00  Robert Humbled by Kareem 11:00 “Double Zero, Double Nothing” 13:34 “Joe Barely Cares” - the trade that changed the NBA 14:00 Boston & Racism: Chief first experiences in Boston. 16:30 KC Jones Story. 17:50 Tommy Heinsohn story. 18:57 Red Auerbach Story. 19:30 Coach Larry Little. 20:25 Dennis Johnson. 21:45 Larry Bird. 25:30 1984 and 1985 Championship. Listen and Subscribe to the Showtime Lakers Podcast with Michael Cooper and Ari Temkin on iTunes, Spotify, Stitcher, and the CLNS Media Network mobile app.   Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Ben Stein and co-host Judah Friedman are joined once again by American Greatness Managing Editor Ben Boychuk to discuss Donald Trump's big announcement, why Ron DeSantis may not be ready for a presidential campaign, and how Republicans in Congress can shed light on the Biden Administration's incompetence and corruption. Plus: the mystery of Gen Z voters and why Americans don't vote for safety.

Pleasantries of purple oxalis, growing blackberries and pansies and hellebores at Pike Nursery!

Andor Candor on Narkina 5 takes is an electrifying journey that takes us all around the galaxy and Hollywood, plus the Rebel Report dives into the future of Star Wars movies (again). ==Memory Crystals== 0:00 - Pleasantries, Black Adam, The Rock's Career 10:26 - Rebel Report - Damon Lindelof Star Wars 19:49 - Rebel Report - Disney tells Kathleen Kennedy to stop announcing films? 29:01 - Brief Tales of the Jedi Hype 32:38 - Flagship Topic - Andor Candor Episode 8 1:35:08 - Wrap-Up & Socials 1:43:45- Post Credits - Sing-Along Music credit: Star Wars - A New Hope - The Throne Room/End Credits Meets Metal - 331Erock ===Keep up with us on Social Media=== Twitter: www.twitter.com/RecklessRebels David Thompson: www.twitter.com/daavidthompson Jack Pues: www.twitter.com/jackpues Klein Felt: www.twitter.com/thekleinfelt Thomas Carter Rochester: Linktr.ee/TCRochesterACT

Andor Candor is back to talk the end of the Aldhani Arc as Thomas and Klein gush over possibly the greatest episode of Star Wars TV ever. ==Memory Crystals== 0:00 - Pleasantries, Time Zones, Halloween vs Christmas 12:53 - Rebel Report - Lars Mikkelson is Thrawn (Again) 18:48 - Flagship Topic - Andor Candor Episode 6 1:07:34 - Wrap-Up & Socials 1:11:18 - Weekly Recs 1:18:10 - Post Credits - RIP Cartoon Network Music credit: Star Wars - A New Hope - The Throne Room/End Credits Meets Metal - 331Erock ===Keep up with us on Social Media=== Twitter: www.twitter.com/RecklessRebels David Thompson: www.twitter.com/daavidthompson Jack Pues: www.twitter.com/jackpues Klein Felt: www.twitter.com/thekleinfelt Thomas Carter Rochester: Linktr.ee/TCRochesterACT

Klein and Jack are back in town for Andor Candor on “The Axe Forgets” and we each present 3 directors that we want for a Star Wars project in our Rebel Arcade ==Memory Crystals== 0:00 - Pleasantries & Tangent Town 16:10 - Rebel Report - Acolyte Release Update 19:45 - RR - Christian Bale in Star Wars 25:16 - RR - High Republic Phase II Trailer & Path of Deceit 28:19 - Flagship Topic - Andor Candor Episode 5 1:25:14 - Rebel Arcade - Directors for Star Wars 1:52:50 - Wrap-Up & Socials 1:54:59 - Weekly Recs 2:02:06 - Post Credits - The Secrets of Broom Boy Music credit: Star Wars - A New Hope - The Throne Room/End Credits Meets Metal - 331Erock ===Keep up with us on Social Media=== Twitter: www.twitter.com/RecklessRebels David Thompson: www.twitter.com/daavidthompson Jack Pues: www.twitter.com/jackpues Klein Felt: www.twitter.com/thekleinfelt Thomas Carter Rochester: Linktr.ee/TCRochesterACT

Russell Westbrook is staying in LA! After a reported offer of Myles Turner and Buddy Hield for Westbrook and 2 future Laker first-round picks, the star point guard is staying put. Andrew gives his predictions for Russ's season in purple and gold. And… we buy/sell/hold a handful of the young NFL QBs in this episode. So sit back, relax, and take a seat… Courtside.   0:00 - Pleasantries 1:17 - Year of Russ update + clowning the Suns 18:50 - Buy/Sell/Hold young NFL QBs 52:05 - Sam's Send-Off by Sam + college football   Recorded Monday, October 3, 2022.    Twitter: https://twitter.com/TheCourtsidePod Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/thecourtsidepodcast/   Podcast Description: Andrew Cohen is an “athlete” best known for his money 3-point shot, killer slice forehand, and natural charm. In this show, he breaks down the day's biggest storylines, investigates compelling sports trends, and does his best to avoid coming off as a massive sports nerd. No hot takes here, just smart takes.

This episode features selections from The Pleasantries of the Incredible Mulla Nasrudin by Idries Shah.

Muslims saying “rest in peace, Queen Elizabeth” is apparently a big no-no, according to a Malaysian Islamic jurist who this week warned against asking God for “forgiveness” for deceased non-Muslims. Coconuts KL reporter Aminah Farid came on this week's episode to explain that while not every Muslim in the country is that narrow-minded about their faith, attempts to otherize non-Muslims remain alarmingly common. Tune in! Other stories include: #NeverForget, #NeverAgain trend on Twitter as Filipinos mark 50th anniversary of martial law | No Thai royals at Queen Elizabeth II's funeral | Indonesian TikTok user does blackface to mock ‘The Little Mermaid' remake | 2 women get locked in scissor leg-style takedown in Hong Kong amid claims of infidelity | Can you not? Foreign woman sitting on car window draws ire from Bali netizens | Singapore ‘boomer' boss flamed for dismissing intern who requested for virtual interview WTF is up in Southeast Asia + Hong Kong delivers impactful, weird, and wonderful reporting by our journalists on the ground in eight cities: Singapore, Bangkok, Hong Kong, Manila, Jakarta, Kuala Lumpur, Yangon, and Bali. Listen to headline news on matters large and small, designed for people located in – or curious about – Southeast Asia and Hong Kong. WTF is up in Southeast Asia + Hong Kong is available on Apple, Spotify, Google, or wherever you listen to podcasts. Subscribe today!

The NFL is finally back! We are joined by friend of the show Jake Horigan as we break down every team and division and give our predictions for the season. Who's winning the AFC West? Can the Rams repeat? Are the 49ers handling their QB situation the right way? All that and more in this jam-packed episode! So sit back, relax, and take a seat… Courtside.   0:00 - Pleasantries 1:07 - AFC East 19:47 - AFC North 38:48 - AFC South 46:58 - AFC West 59:43 - NFC East 1:07:03 - NFC North 1:14:19 - NFC South 1:21:19 - NFC West 1:32:50 - Tierlist 1:44:27 - Sam's Send-Off by Sam   Recorded Monday, September 5, 2022.    Twitter: https://twitter.com/TheCourtsidePod Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/thecourtsidepodcast/   Podcast Description: Andrew Cohen is an “athlete” best known for his money 3-point shot, killer slice forehand, and natural charm. In this show, he breaks down the day's biggest storylines, investigates compelling sports trends, and does his best to avoid coming off as a massive sports nerd. No hot takes here, just smart takes.

The party arrives to Bazakstan, and are immediately met with an unwelcoming welcome party…This episode contains profanity, violence, and references to drug/alcohol/tobacco use.Support the show on Patreon!Patreon Link Here:https://www.patreon.com/theencountertablepodGo get you some Dubby! https://www.dubby.gg/discount/ENCOUNTER?ref=trkxqnISKroMKHit us up on Twitter! @etablepod     Check out our TikTok! @theencountertableDM is Michael Otto@Baaron as Dex TurnerLuke Godfrey as Scott TravisJoe LaJoice as Preston AdelineJordyn Maka as Clarissa Coldshore Theme song by @BaaronCover art by @Micha Hawthorne & Luke Godfreyhttps://linktr.ee/theencountertablepod Buzzsprout Link Here:https://www.buzzsprout.com/?referrer_id=1918706Use code “encounter” and get some Dubby here!...Ad Music from Tunetank.com and Karl Casey @ White Bat AudioAHOAMI - Cold Star  https://tunetank.com/t/66lp/3535-cold-star  Support the show

This episode features selections from The Pleasantries of the Incredible Mulla Nasrudin by Idries Shah.

Hour 1: Boomer & Gio are both back this morning and they started with the Mets back and forth win in Philly yesterday afternoon. The Yankees retired Paul O'Neill's jersey and the fans booed Hal Steinbrenner & Brian Cashman. With everybody in their normal places this morning, Jerry is here for his first update and starts with the Mets beating the Phillies. We have audio of Aaron Boone from Saturday slamming the table. Benintendi hit his first HR as a Yankee. Alek Manoah hit Aaron Judge and they exchanged pleasantries. We hear from Paul O'Neill on his jersey being retired. The Giants won a preseason game last night over the Bengals. In the final segment of the hour, Boomer tells us he's always texting Ron Darling during Mets' games. Boomer says the Mets have buzz, the Yankees have no buzz right now.

An East End community is terrorised by a serial killer with a seemingly supernatural ability to disappear. When the local police fail to apprehend the murderer, a plucky journalist steps in to solve the mystery This original recording is an audio presentation by Jasper L'Estrange for EnCrypted: The Classic Horror Podcast. "The Hands of Mr. Ottermole" was written by Thomas Burke (1931). Coming soon: "The Mainz Psalter" by Jean Ray.

This episode features selections from The Pleasantries of the Incredible Mulla Nasrudin by Idries Shah.

Today on the show the ladies sit down and talk about all of the their pet peeves & they just can't let it go. They talk about the Christian urge to give side hugs & using God as an excuse, and also what it's really like to wear tight underwear every day. The real things in life. They also talk about plastic sugery, lip fillers & what it's like to see that on social media every day. What are your pet peeves? Email us at thesaltandpepperpodcast@gmail.com! To learn more about us head to our Instagram https://www.instagram.com/thesaltandpepperpodcast/ (HERE) To learn more about Olivia head https://www.instagram.com/oliviacorin/ (HERE) To learn more about Lisa head https://www.instagram.com/itslisabrasseur/ (HERE) Join our https://www.facebook.com/groups/thesaltandpepperpodcast (FACEBOOK GROUP! ) Please Subscribe, Rate & Review! It helps our show grow! We will Shake it up with you next Tuesday!

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Cups of Joe is back for the first time in months and I'm happy it's with my "podcast daughters" Gen and Kelly, who have a brand new podcast called "Mystical Pleasantries", premiering this Saturday, July 2! --- This episode is sponsored by · Anchor: The easiest way to make a podcast. https://anchor.fm/app

In our fifth episode, the party and their rivals make it to Bazzoxan and immediately encounters trouble. And that's not even including the trouble brewing between the two parties. === Kelly Clark as Dungeon Master Cast Chris Blogg as Dorlen Wildrock Robin Holford as Kaeko Skaar Christa Mitchell as Sabina Moorden Caitlan Vinkle as Xarria Rainn Watch us LIVE on Twitch ► https://twitch.tv/dorktales Our Linktree ► https://linktr.ee/dorktales Join our Discord ► https://discord.gg/zVtE9Ab Follow our Twitter ► https://twitter.com/dork_tales/ Follow our Instagram ► https://instagram.com/dorktaleschannel/ Find us on Facebook ► https://www.facebook.com/dorktaleschannel/ Listen to our Podcast ► https://dorktales.podbean.com Support the show on Patreon ► https://www.patreon.com/dorktales/ Buy the cast a coffee               ► https://ko-fi.com/dorktales Buy official Dork Tales Merch ► https://teepublic.com/user/dorktales                                                      ► https://dorktalesstore.redbubble.com! So smash the bell, share these videos, and we'll see you soon at our next game! === Graphic design by Michael Ilott.  Seriously, everything on Dork Tales looks as good as it does because  Michael makes it that way. Thank you for everything, Michael. Want to support him? Watch his stream!  https://www.twitch.tv/sylvesterslays Character Art by hailiiz! Our friend hailiiz is one of the most talented and hard working fantasy artists there is. You should go and support her dreams and buy lots of her art! Here's where you can do that: http://hailiiz.carrd.co All art used from Call of the Netherdeep is the property of its respective rights holders. === Music credits: Dune by Monument Studios Licensed under the All-in-One Pack https://www.monumentstudios.net Tar & Choguri II by Monument Studios Licensed under the All-in-One Pack https://www.monumentstudios.net Other Tracks from Monument Studios      Elder Ring      Wanderers      Outdoor Marketplace      Step into Battle      Intermezzo      Calamity      Wanderers      Push Forward      Tavern Hall      Barren      Fireplace Warmth Licensed under the All-In-One Pack or Fantasy Complete 1 & 2 https://www.monumentstudios.net This video also uses licensed audio from the Humble Music & Sound Effects for Games, Films, and Content Creators Bundle Part 2 This video also uses licensed audio from the Humble Music & Sound Effects for Games, Films, and Content Creators Bundle Part 2 Like what you heard? For background ambiance we  used sounds  from Tabletop Audio! Tabletop Audio is a site with a full toolkit of songs, special effects, and soundboards to bring your adventures to life! The composer, Tim, hosts the site for free, so give it a try and if you have a few spare bucks, definitely donate: the quality of his work is staggering.  https://www.tabletopaudio.com

HE'S SICK. HE'S TWISTED. HE'S AN ALIEN. HIS CREATIONS ARE DARK, BEAUTIFUL, AND THOUGHT-PROVOKING. HIS ANIMATIONS TELL A STORY AND MAKE YOU LAUGH. "Pleasantries's music is at times as dark as Satan or as lovely as a chorus of angels. Animated videos, boundless guitar shredding, and an effortless fusion of indie rock, symphonic instrumentals, and synthwave grooves meet influences like Jack Stauber, Bill Wurtz and Tally Hall." (Spotify) THANK YOU PLEASANTRIES FOR MAKING ME LAUGH AND WELCOMING ME INTO YOUR WORLD. I TRULY LOOK FORWARD TO YOUR FUTURE CREATIONS! check out pleasantries now: youtube.com/c/Pleasantries https://open.spotify.com/artist/28gMJfIMF6W4X36NWDabMF?si=3LBK0_KvSbyLhhEJ-wQQcg https://vm.tiktok.com/ZTdp4BP5m/ --- Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/ricecakesandpears/support

April 22, 2022 [00:00] Segment 01  Atlantic City vs Dave & Busters. 420 this week. Food influencers are stupid. CNN+ fails after 23 days. Netflix losing subscribers and locking password sharing. Snoop Dogg joins 'Call of Duty: Warzone'. NJ opens for recreational weed sales.  [1:36:40] This episode is brought to you by IHateStevenSinger.com  [1:40:52] Segment 02 Live action 'Minecraft' movie. Doctor Who finally ending the 13th doctor. 'The Offer' Godfather series.  VIDEO EPISODE: YOUTUBE FOLLOW THE SHOW:  TWITTER | INSTAGRAM | DISCORD | FACEBOOK | WEBSITE LISTEN TO THE SHOW:IHEARTRADIO | SPOTIFY | APPLE  | GOOGLE  

Hi GuysIn this episode we are talking about substances and their effect on our ability to do what it is we do, deduce, think, rationalise, explore and do all things inherently intuitive! How far are the effects of drinking or smoking weed going to hinder what it is that you do with this and what other infamous geniuses have used these in the past? Holmes had his 7% solution, interesting that it was not any higher. Not an 8% or 14% but a 7% solution and infrequently to boot. Pleasantries can be just as addictive as that which is not good for you so lets understand the balancing act of indulgence and keep the work in first place :)Sherlocks Memory Secrets and The Monographs E-book here! https://www.sherlocksmemorysecrets.com/flagship-frameworkACT 3 IS OUT NOW! Click here to find the E-scape room game: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UClgL...Test your problem solving skills here - https://www.tiktok.com/@bencardallDon't forget to subscribe to my newsletter through my website https://www.bencardall.comYou can support the channel and get your own copy of The Monographs here: https://linktr.ee/bencardallhttps://www.bencardall.com/1-on-1-coa... contact me for further detailsMusic from - http://www.robertjohncollins.comDon't be strangersBen and Adam #sherlock #bencardall #deduction

With Kenobi and Star Wars Celebration on the horizon, the Rebels dive into their 2022 predictions for the franchise with juicy speculation from the World between Worlds plus, Maul, Lindelof, and Mace Motherf*kn Windu wants a return. Check out David's Newest Podcast Venture: Cinema Spending www.twitter.com/cinemaspending Check out Klein's Newest Podcast Venture: Controller Club www.twitter.com/controller_club ==Memory Crystals== 0:00 - Pleasantries & Time as a Construct 5:36 - Supreme Leading flagship Topic - 2022 Predictions 7:05 - ‘22 Predictions: Round 1 24:29 - ‘22 Predictions: Round 2 44:15 - ‘22 Predictions: Round 3 1:06:47 - ‘22 Predictions: Round 4 1:26:04 - ‘22 Predictions: Honorable Mentions 1:34:47 - Rebel Report - Kenobi/Maul Reports 1:38:40 - Rebel Report - Damon Lindelof Star Wars Report 1:44:42 - Rebel Report - Samuel L. Jackson wants Windu Return 1:55:05 - Socials & Podcast Recs 2:00:23 - Post Credits - Jack's Weekly Recommendation & Klein Hates Stark Trek Music credit: Star Wars - A New Hope - The Throne Room/End Credits Meets Metal - 331Erock ===Keep up with us on Social Media=== Twitter: www.twitter.com/RecklessRebels David Thompson: www.twitter.com/daavidthompson Jack Pues: www.twitter.com/jackpues Klein Felt: www.twitter.com/thekleinfelt Thomas Carter Rochester: Linktr.ee/TCRochesterACT

This week the Fellers talk of Seth the greasy gladiator and Andrew the Narrcist, Lindy was also there...ALSO! Seth explains his many injuries, Andy tells us funny Bible verses. Pleasantries, Is it poop?, Andy cuts everything, The Oracle speaks, Poo drip migration patterns, Rock Paper Scissors SHOOT!, Euthanasia VS. Youth in Asia, P.O.D., Andy gym grunts, Waiting in line in Heaven, Seth is back on Kit-Kats. +MORE! --- This episode is sponsored by · Anchor: The easiest way to make a podcast. https://anchor.fm/app --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/2fellers/message Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/2fellers/support

This weeks saga of the Fellers includes: Pleasantries, Valentines Weekend, Name a cockroach, Good Butt VS Bad Butt, Fasting, Taylor Swift and Jake Gyll, "The Butt that wouldn't Poo" Narrated by Morgan Freeman, Seth's "Fort Twenty" story, Andy's 420 ritual +More! --- This episode is sponsored by · Anchor: The easiest way to make a podcast. https://anchor.fm/app --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/2fellers/message Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/2fellers/support