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Her Spontaineous Breastgasms: Part 2 Reliving a strange phenomenon. Based on a post by Many Feathers. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. Lying there in bed, the feel of my wife's mouth and tongue as she teasingly pleasured me was erotic enough. Marsha could suck cock like nobody's business, and she was driving me nuts just as she knew she could. But what I also enjoyed was the fact she got aroused, turned on whenever I shared any experiences, any stories with her, just as she was now. And just as she so often did for me too. "So what happened after that night?" She then asked. I was having trouble concentrating, but then I drifted back in time...remembering. "It was that very next Monday, after school, and after I had taken a beating from my friends, though not in the literal sense. Stacy was on the prom committee, and they were meeting a short time later after school planning and preparing for our graduating dance. We'd previously agreed to meet at Johnson & Johnson's," I told her. I saw the confused look on my wife's face as I said that, knowing I'd have to explain, which I then did. "As in the baby oil?" she asked questioningly, as I knew she would. I laughed, shaking my head no. "No, we called it that because of two very popular teachers at the school a year back prior to all this. When the school was originally built, someone fucked up on the dimensions, when they built the wall between the auditorium and the gym, they didn't quite come together the way it had been planned for. What they ended up with was a little hall that led nowhere, a three and a half foot dead end. An alcove that later on they planted a tall fake tree in, though someone kept moving it. It became a running joke as to where the tree would end up, leaving that weird little alcove vacant. In the beginning, it was a place to go and steal a quick kiss with your girlfriend, it wasn't long before it became a status symbol for anyone who did." "Ok," Marsha said following along, "But where does the Johnson and Johnson come in?" she then asked. "Someone caught Mrs. Johnson, and Mr. Johnson kissing one another in that alcove. "So? What's wrong with two obviously married teachers having a little fun, simply kissing one another?" "Nothing...except they were both married to different Johnson's at the time," I told her. "Oh!" My wife laughed. "Now I see!" "Over time, the story went from someone catching them kissing, to someone catching them touching, to finally...someone catching them actually fucking. Eventually they were both called in. Denied any of that ever happened of course, but sadly...they were both let go the following year. Ever since then, that alcove that then had a permanently chained tree sitting inside it, was known as Johnson and Johnson corner," which is where Stacy and I had agreed to meet after school. Now...the other thing about that was, the school had quite stupidly created the perfect place, the perfect camouflage to hide what now really began to happen there. Bushy enough, and big enough to hide someone's presence, it was no obstacle to slip around the tree and hide in back of it without being seen. So ironically, the very rumor that had caused the expulsion of the two teachers, now became even more symbolic, and more of a challenge to become a rapidly growing member of a very secretive club. Stacy wanted us to meet there, become members before we graduated. So we decided to meet there quickly before her committee meeting. I sighed delightedly as Marsha began sucking my cock hungrily. "Go on..." she slurred. "So anyway...she was already waiting for me behind the tree when I got there. She had taken off her top, her cute little boobs totally bare, nipples rock hard and waiting for me when I came around and found her. I doubt seriously that anyone actually fucked behind that tree, though there were claims by a few who said they did. I know we were scared that we'd still be discovered, even with it being after school. So I'm sure that a majority of those who claimed they had, were simple exaggerations as well. But Stacy and I were determined at least to do something, and that came in the form of me getting her off, simply by playing with her tits, which I did. I sucked them, played with her nipples, pulling on them just the way she liked until she came. And as I would learn later, I knew she had, simply by the way her face screwed up whenever she did, whether it was simply by tit-play, or when I eventually went down on her, and even fucked her for the first time the night we actually graduated. But I'll save that story for another time," I said smiling. "Point being...after that, wherever, and whenever we could over the course of the next few weeks, I was constantly getting Stacy off, just by playing with her tits whenever we could get away with it." "Well don't stop now...or I will!" Marsha warned me. "What happened next?" "Well, we got braver and bolder as the days went. Though since Stacy hardly ever wore a bra by now, that made it a whole lot easier for us. The fact her nipples seemed to get even more sensitive, making it easier for her to actually climax, and far more quickly too, we'd started doing things almost right out in the open in fact. As we often did, I had walked her to her next to last class, my own just across the hall from hers, we always had a few minutes to chat before the bell rang, so once again, as usual, we were standing there leaning up against the lockers as some of the others in our classes walked by. We were standing in such a way that we were shielding what my hand was doing to her with our books. I was just fingering her nipple, through her blouse in fact, though enjoying the fact it was fucking rock hard, flicking it back and forth, grazing it with my fingernail when she came. For a moment, I thought she was going to pass out, her eyes almost rolling into the back of her head, reaching out to steady herself, grabbing onto my arm as she climaxed. Which is when Miss Peterson, her teacher walked by heading towards the class. She saw the look on Stacy's face, stopped to ask if she was alright as she looked ill, about to pass out. It was all we could do to keep from laughing, though Stacy did in fact feign being "dizzy" after that, which she was...but not for the reason Miss Peterson thought of course. She then asked if I'd take Stacy down to the nurses office and have her looked at. Which I did. I gave her another orgasm while sitting in the office waiting for the nurse to come out and see her. Like I said, we started doing some pretty risky things then, disappearing into one classroom or another between our own classes. Sometimes...if we had time, Stacy would jerk me off. She loved having me cum on her tits, which very often made her cum again, just thinking about my sticky wet spunk clinging to her boobs. After that happened the first couple of times, I started calling her "Breastgasm" since she seemed to be able to have an orgasm almost at the drop of a hat, or rather...at the merest, slightest touch of my hands on her tits. It was almost automatic with her after that." "So what happened that caused the two of you to breakup?" My wife asked. "Well that really is the weird and sad part to the story. As I told you, Stacy and I had already decided we were going to give one another our virginity on graduation night. We'd been talking about it, and planning it for the past couple of weeks. I'd actually booked a nice room at a nearby hotel, though I wasn't the only one who had done that either. Once again, it was something a lot of seniors did, getting rooms under the pretense of not driving home drunk, which everyone's parents knew we would be. And completely ignoring, or overlooking the obvious. Such was the way of things back then. Anyway, we made a mistake, got caught...though at the time, neither one of us knew it, not until the very next day, during the dance. And even then, Stacy didn't let on anything until much later on that evening, after we'd actually had sex for the very first time together. It was the first... and last time we ever did." "Go on," My wife said, completely forgetting all about my cock now, though she still held it in her hand. "What happened then?" "We were both horny...and careless, thinking about the following night. I'd gone to help Stacy with the last of the decorations in the gym prior to the dance. We had decided to have one of our "tit quickies" and ducked out, thinking we'd be alone and unnoticed as we slipped into the girl's locker room, back into the shower area. Obviously, no one was in there, and certainly not in the showers, so we thought we were perfectly safe. Unbeknownst to either one of us, John, Danny, Jake and Matthew had seen us duck out, and soon after, followed us inside. They all watched as I stood there sucking on Stacy's tits, watched as she climaxed, and then climaxed again...and again...and, again! They knew then, I'd been telling them the truth the first time when I first told them she could, and did actually climax that way. They left before we did, so at first, neither one of us knew they had seen us. We went back to the gym, and I soon after left as Stacy was going home with one of the other girls as soon as they finished up.      John was waiting for her out in the parking lot when they came out. He then told her what I had told all of them so very long ago. How she could cum simply by having her boobs played with. He didn't tell her they'd actually watched us doing that either. As far as she knew, I'd been bragging all along, telling all my friends everything we'd done and had been doing. He then clinched it by telling her I had in fact just told him a short while ago, how we'd gone into the shower room together, and how I'd gotten her off then too." "And yet the two of you still went to the dance, and even fucked afterwards that evening?" My wife asked incredulously. "Yeah, we did. Like I said, that was the weird part. Stacy never let on just how upset and mad at me that she was. But...oddly enough, she also didn't want things to end between us, until we actually had made love together, at least once anyway. So that's what happened. I went through the entire evening without a clue that anything was wrong. After the dance, we went back to the hotel, made love, which I thought was beautiful for us both, but then afterwards, she got up, said she needed to do something, and left. Which surprised me as she didn't explain what it was or why. So I waited, wondering...and then finally got up and went looking for her. As I said, there were several couples from our class that had booked rooms there. There were parties going on everywhere, so I thought that maybe Stacy had gotten sucked into one of them. I started looking for her, going from room to room. And then I found her a short time later." I paused remembering, it all seemed so surreal back then, even now. "Remember that guy I told you about sitting next to us at the drive-in?" "Yeah?" "Well, we ran into one another in the hallway, literally. He was running, came around the corner when we collided. Took him a minute to remember me, recognize who I was. When he did, he smiled sheepishly and said, "Hey man...sorry to hear about you and your girlfriend, but from what I hear, she really is hot, and really can get off just by having her boobs played with!" "Stunned, I watched as he ran down the hall, knocked on a door, and then let himself in. Which is when I heard Stacy's laugh. The way she laughed, especially when she was drunk, horny and excited, was unmistakable. I then ran down the hall myself, didn't bother knocking, just opened the door. She was standing there in her formal gown, except that her boobs were bare, hanging out. John was sucking on one of them as she stood there, some other guy, someone I didn't know, sucking on the other. She was in the midst of having an orgasm at that very moment when I walked in. Needless to say, I turned around and left. Drove home. Two weeks later I was in the Navy and headed for boot camp. Never saw Stacy again." "So how did you find out the truth about why she did what she did?" My wife asked. "Ironically, it was at the ten year reunion. Stacy wasn't even there, she didn't come. I heard through the grapevine she had in fact just gotten back from her honeymoon, and perhaps knowing I was going to be there, decided under the circumstances that it wouldn't be a good idea for her to show up. Obviously, the wounds were still deep enough that she would feel awkward running into me again, even though she had recently gotten married. It was towards the end of the evening when I heard laughter coming from a nearby table, I walked over just in time to hear someone sitting there telling this story how the four of them had walked in on Stacy and me in the shower area. He then proceeded to tell the others sitting there how Stacy was duped into believing I'd betrayed her. Needless to say, he shut up when he looked up and saw me standing only a few feet away, but by then I'd heard everything. I looked around, saw John standing over by the buffet table talking to another old girlfriend of his, and walked over. Up until now, I'd avoided him and the other guys most of the night. I tapped him on the shoulder, he turned around surprised to find me standing there, and actually offered me his hand. That's when I turned the lights out for him. I left soon afterwards. But at least now I knew why things had happened the way they had." "Well, I for one am glad that they did, or I might not be married to you now," Marsha told me as she slid up onto my chest, hovering just above me as she rested her wet moist pussy against my shaft. "Still a sad story though, wonder if she'll be at the reunion this year?" she asked. I didn't answer, nor think about it any further. I simply slid my hard cock deep inside my wife's lovely cunt, and enjoyed the pleasure I found there. ** On Friday we went to my high school thirty year reunion, which was actually being held at the old high school. The first thing Marsha asked me to show her when we walked in was Johnson & Johnson corner. I laughed when we arrived there, it had been walled up and bricked in. Something they perhaps should have done to begin with, though the wall itself was now covered with hundreds of carved initials. I looked about hurriedly, withdrew my pocketknife and added my own, as well as Stacy's to the display. Marsha laughed hugging me to her, and then followed me over to the sign in table so we could pick up our name badges. For those who had graduated and were in attendance, they had included a picture of how we'd looked back then; beside our names. After thirty years, a lot of people had changed and it was becoming harder and harder to recognize a few people the way they looked now as opposed to the way they looked back then. Some as I saw as Marsha and I wandered about hadn't changed all that much. Though there was the maturity of age that touched us all, the eyes never did change. We stood and spoke with friends I knew and still considered to be so, feeling more and more pleased about myself that I hadn't let myself go as opposed to a few others that were there. Periodically I glanced about, wondering if Stacy would in fact be there this year, not at all sad to find that John and the other three pricks weren't. "Maybe they heard you were coming," my wife joked when I told her I hadn't seen any of the others. I laughed at that. "I caught John by surprise," I reminded her. "He was bigger than I was even then, if anything...it should be me who should be worried," I quipped back, though after thirty years, I couldn't imagine that John would still be holding a grudge. Either way, I decided it might be best to keep my eyes out for him, just in case. We mingled for a bit, chatted it up with a few friends, and then found ourselves a table to sit at as dinner began. As we were sitting there, I glanced up about to take a bite of my prime rib when I saw her. "Oh my god! She's here!" I said speaking to my wife. Marsha didn't need to ask who, or where, she looked up in the direction I was looking. Stacy stood only a short distance away, looking towards us, it was evident she had just seen me too. "Invite her over," my wife told me. "Go on David...wave her over. I'd like to meet her for one. But maybe it's about time you finally put the past behind the two of you," she added. I kissed my wife, stood, and waved in Stacy's direction. Surprised, she smiled and then somewhat awkwardly made her way over. There was an extra seat at our table, Marsha again the one to invite her to sit down and join us as I introduced the two of them. "Been a long time, David," she said after meeting my wife. "You haven't changed all that much," she told me. "Neither have you," I replied back. Aside from putting on a few extra pounds, which we all had, and now wearing her long hair cut short, far shorter than I would have imagined her ever wearing it, she really hadn't. "Well thanks, but you're just being kind," she said taking her seat. "Your wife's beautiful," she then added once again smiling towards Marsha. "David's always had good taste in women," Marsha responded back winking at her. The awkwardness of the moment in seeing her again quickly passed. Before long we were enjoying our dinner together and catching up on old times. It was then that I noticed she wasn't wearing a wedding ring, though I didn't ask her about it until she brought it up herself, explaining that she had actually gotten divorced two years ago. What I didn't know until that moment, was the fact she had married Jake, one of the guys who had actually spied on the two of us in the shower room. "Sorry to hear that," I told her, though I was smiling secretly to myself that she'd eventually dumped the guy. By now, we were all feeling comfortable around one another, though the free-flowing booze had certainly helped. "I don't know how much David has told you about us," she wondered asking, as my wife answered her.     "David and I don't have, or keep any secrets from one another," Marsha told her. "In fact, we very often share things with one another in the heat of the moment...if you know what I mean," she surprised me in explaining to her. "So I'm very much aware of everything between the two of you, and don't mind saying...I'm jealous of you. Wish I had the ability to do that myself, do you still?" Marsha then asked, shocking me in asking it that she did, and seeing poor Stacy's face suddenly turn crimson at the question. Though thankfully, she laughed at that, out loud. "To be perfectly honest with you both...it has been a while. But yes, as David and you obviously both know, I can yes." I excused myself to step outside for a smoke, giving the two of them a chance to talk freely for one. It seemed like Stacy was glad for the companionship, and it gave me a chance to collect myself after seeing her again for the first time in years. It wasn't as though I had any feelings for her, beyond hoping we could at least bury the past. But I did hope that perhaps at some point we could sit down and have lunch together, and then let bygones be bygones. When I returned, the girls were missing, though Cheryl and Mike who'd been sitting with us at the table informed me the girls had headed off to the restroom and would be back shortly. They returned a few minutes later, laughing and holding hands like they'd been friends for years. "Stacy took me on a tour of the girl's locker room," she stated as they retook their seats. "I had to see the infamous place for myself," she then teased Stacy, who once again sat there blushing as she said that. But her comment and tour had opened up the door, which I prepared to step through myself, though Stacy beat me to it before I could. "I'm sorry about what happened," she told me. "I didn't learn the truth until several years later," she added. "I should have known better...but, I was young at the time..." "As we all were," I interjected. Stacy nodded her head and continued. "You know the really ironic thing was, even after I had learned the truth about what had really happened, I still forgave Jake for his role in it, determined to make my marriage work. The fact that I could actually climax, just by having my boobs played with," she now whispered quietly to us both, "suddenly became less exciting to him that it had been in the beginning. After a time, Jake actually came to resent the fact that I could, and up until then did. After a while, he refused to even touch them, figuring that I wasn't normal, or at least normal enough for him anyway. Unfortunately of course, that led to resentment on both sides, and I refused to climax any other way until he relented, and showed me some attention in that area, which he refused to do. That however eventually led to our divorce two years ago. And as they say, the rest is history." It was an odd sensation for me, hearing Stacy talk so candidly with the two of us, reminding me in the process what it had been like all those many years ago, simply playing with her boobs, whenever, and wherever we could, watching and hearing her get off that way. Not too surprisingly, I was soon sitting there with a massive erection still thinking about it. Something that didn't go unnoticed either as my wife had soon after dropped her hand down into my lap beneath the table, and began stroking it through my pants. For once, I was glad I hadn't wore beige slacks, which I'd almost put on. ** It was now getting late, nearing the end of the evening. I'd already convinced Stacy into having lunch with me sometime in the very near future, though Marsha had actually one upped me, inviting her over for dinner one evening in addition to that. We soon after made our farewells, saying goodnight to a few others and then left, though not before I had given Stacy an affectionate kiss on the cheek before doing so. "Well, all in all, I'd say the evening went rather well," Marsha spoke shortly after we'd arrived home and were preparing for bed, though by the evil wicked grin on my wife's face, I could see it would be a long time yet before we actually planned on sleeping. As aroused as I was, I didn't mind that. We could after all sleep in the following day, so one of our marathon sex sessions seemed to be exactly what the doctor had ordered. "I'm going to fix myself a drink, would you like one?" she asked. I was already lying in bed, cock in hand at full mast waiting on her. "Sure, why not?" I grinned, waving my cock back and forth towards her temptingly. She grinned, winked. "Hold that...thought," she smiled and then hurriedly disappeared downstairs to fix our drinks before rejoining me. I waited patiently, and then heard her returning a few minutes later coming back up the stairs. Once again, I fisted my rock hard cock, all swollen, purple and angry looking, pointing it towards the doorway. The look on her face as she entered wasn't one I expected. To begin with, it wasn't my wife's. It was Stacy's. "What the...?" I didn't quite finish, shocked, surprised, stunned was more like it as Stacy stood there in the doorway looking at me. She was entirely naked, as was my wife, as a moment later, she stepped behind her, the two of them now standing together looking at me as I lay there in disbelief. "Surprise!" Marsha grinned. "How the hell?" Marsha chuckled, now leading Stacy into our bedroom. "I convinced her earlier, in the bathroom, after our tour through the showers," she informed me. "At first of course...she was reluctant, hesitant to do this. But I assured her I was ok with it, and thought it might be a good way for the two of you to at least become friends again. Things ended between the two of you on such a bad note, so anyway...I convinced her to do this with me. And besides, I wanted to watch her cum while you...and I, played with her tits." I still couldn't believe I was seeing this, hearing this, but as the two of them approached the bed and then crawled into it on either side of me, I knew then, I actually wasn't dreaming. "You're sure about this?" I asked my wife once again. "Baby? I wouldn't miss seeing this for the world!" she told me, and then reached over actually fondling one of Stacy's tits even before I did. Stacy moaned softly, wantonly, already giving in to the too long, unfulfilled urge of having her tits toyed with just the way she liked it. I soon after joined my wife, now touching, kissing, and eventually sucking on the other one, just as she was. True to form, it wasn't long before Stacy had what would be the first, and certainly not the last, of her breastgasms, as my own wife actually referred to it then. Telling Stacy in the process that I had indeed shared with my wife pretty much everything about our past history together, including the pet name I had once given her. It became a blur of sensual delight after that. It had been a long time since I'd had my tongue inside Stacy's cunt, licking her, sucking her clit, and teasing her as I once remembered doing. My own wife, sitting on my cock, feeling it embedded so deeply inside her, the two girls, laughing, teasing, pleasuring one another as they sat atop me, playing with one another's tits. Naturally, Stacy came, though be it from what I was doing, or Marsha, or a combination of both, no longer mattered. Marsha too enjoyed a nice screaming orgasm as well, triggering the first of my own as I jettisoned what felt like a gallon of cream into my wife's wonderfully delicious, sweet feeling pussy. I was soon after treated to another fantasy of my own, as both women lay to either side of me, taking turns feeding one another my cock, often licking and lapping at it together, sucking it, and then even kissing one another with my once again rock hard cock sandwiched between the two them. I took selfish delight in just laying there, watching them as they worked my cock together, finally bringing me to the edge soon after. I lay, watching my spunk suddenly leaping from the head of my cock as the two of them playfully fought over it, squirting and showering one another with my essence before going back to sucking and licking me. They likewise did the same to one another, which was even more erotic and sensual the way I saw it. I had finally rolled away, off the bed, collecting myself and taking a breather. I sat down in one of our nearby lounge chairs, sipping my drink, content to watch the two of them. I had never seen, nor witnessed what could only be described as a titty-suck "69", though that's exactly what it was. The two of them positioned just enough they could simultaneously pleasure one another's tits, hearing their respective, mutual moans and groans as they did so. I don't think I ever remember seeing my wife's nipples as hard or as firm as they were now. And seeing Stacy's again too, remembering back then how they had looked like, felt like when I'd pleasured her before. Now watching as my wife did the playing, pleasuring, as she in turned was on the receiving end as well as Stacy likewise played with her. It wasn't long before I was sitting there once again, rock hard and stiff, feeling more like a teenager as opposed to a forty-something. I sat watching, and then heard what was unmistakably the sound of my wife having an orgasm. I had heard it so many times before, knew when she was, was she felt as she did. And this was a rather intense one. I was actually feeling a bit jealous, oddly enough. My wife had just experienced her first ever breastgasm, and I wasn't the one who had given it to her either!     I sat there for the longest time, perfectly content to watch the two of them laying there together, almost leisurely touching, caressing one another softly until they both eventually looked up, glancing towards me, giggling. I looked down at myself, a long thin string of cum drool hanging from the end of my cock. Up until that moment, I wasn't even aware of it, too engrossed in watching the two of them together, my beautiful lovely wife, and my very ex, but very dear girlfriend. "I think we need to pay some attention to him again," Marsha suggested playfully. "Only this time, I get his face," she added. Seconds later, my wife was doing just that, as for only the second time, I felt my cock slipping inside Stacy's cunt, the warmth of her very wet pussy bathing it, just as my wife's delicious tasting pussy began rubbing against my face. I sighed in the moment, pleasurably. It had been one hell of a reunion, in more ways than one, but more importantly, the ghosts of the past had been put away. All was right with the world again, and especially as I now knew, Marsha was capable of having her own breastgasms. Based on a post by Many Feathers, for Literotica.

Her Spontaineous Breastgasms: Part 2 Reliving a strange phenomenon. Based on a post by Many Feathers. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. Lying there in bed, the feel of my wife's mouth and tongue as she teasingly pleasured me was erotic enough. Marsha could suck cock like nobody's business, and she was driving me nuts just as she knew she could. But what I also enjoyed was the fact she got aroused, turned on whenever I shared any experiences, any stories with her, just as she was now. And just as she so often did for me too. "So what happened after that night?" She then asked. I was having trouble concentrating, but then I drifted back in time...remembering. "It was that very next Monday, after school, and after I had taken a beating from my friends, though not in the literal sense. Stacy was on the prom committee, and they were meeting a short time later after school planning and preparing for our graduating dance. We'd previously agreed to meet at Johnson & Johnson's," I told her. I saw the confused look on my wife's face as I said that, knowing I'd have to explain, which I then did. "As in the baby oil?" she asked questioningly, as I knew she would. I laughed, shaking my head no. "No, we called it that because of two very popular teachers at the school a year back prior to all this. When the school was originally built, someone fucked up on the dimensions, when they built the wall between the auditorium and the gym, they didn't quite come together the way it had been planned for. What they ended up with was a little hall that led nowhere, a three and a half foot dead end. An alcove that later on they planted a tall fake tree in, though someone kept moving it. It became a running joke as to where the tree would end up, leaving that weird little alcove vacant. In the beginning, it was a place to go and steal a quick kiss with your girlfriend, it wasn't long before it became a status symbol for anyone who did." "Ok," Marsha said following along, "But where does the Johnson and Johnson come in?" she then asked. "Someone caught Mrs. Johnson, and Mr. Johnson kissing one another in that alcove. "So? What's wrong with two obviously married teachers having a little fun, simply kissing one another?" "Nothing...except they were both married to different Johnson's at the time," I told her. "Oh!" My wife laughed. "Now I see!" "Over time, the story went from someone catching them kissing, to someone catching them touching, to finally...someone catching them actually fucking. Eventually they were both called in. Denied any of that ever happened of course, but sadly...they were both let go the following year. Ever since then, that alcove that then had a permanently chained tree sitting inside it, was known as Johnson and Johnson corner," which is where Stacy and I had agreed to meet after school. Now...the other thing about that was, the school had quite stupidly created the perfect place, the perfect camouflage to hide what now really began to happen there. Bushy enough, and big enough to hide someone's presence, it was no obstacle to slip around the tree and hide in back of it without being seen. So ironically, the very rumor that had caused the expulsion of the two teachers, now became even more symbolic, and more of a challenge to become a rapidly growing member of a very secretive club. Stacy wanted us to meet there, become members before we graduated. So we decided to meet there quickly before her committee meeting. I sighed delightedly as Marsha began sucking my cock hungrily. "Go on..." she slurred. "So anyway...she was already waiting for me behind the tree when I got there. She had taken off her top, her cute little boobs totally bare, nipples rock hard and waiting for me when I came around and found her. I doubt seriously that anyone actually fucked behind that tree, though there were claims by a few who said they did. I know we were scared that we'd still be discovered, even with it being after school. So I'm sure that a majority of those who claimed they had, were simple exaggerations as well. But Stacy and I were determined at least to do something, and that came in the form of me getting her off, simply by playing with her tits, which I did. I sucked them, played with her nipples, pulling on them just the way she liked until she came. And as I would learn later, I knew she had, simply by the way her face screwed up whenever she did, whether it was simply by tit-play, or when I eventually went down on her, and even fucked her for the first time the night we actually graduated. But I'll save that story for another time," I said smiling. "Point being...after that, wherever, and whenever we could over the course of the next few weeks, I was constantly getting Stacy off, just by playing with her tits whenever we could get away with it." "Well don't stop now...or I will!" Marsha warned me. "What happened next?" "Well, we got braver and bolder as the days went. Though since Stacy hardly ever wore a bra by now, that made it a whole lot easier for us. The fact her nipples seemed to get even more sensitive, making it easier for her to actually climax, and far more quickly too, we'd started doing things almost right out in the open in fact. As we often did, I had walked her to her next to last class, my own just across the hall from hers, we always had a few minutes to chat before the bell rang, so once again, as usual, we were standing there leaning up against the lockers as some of the others in our classes walked by. We were standing in such a way that we were shielding what my hand was doing to her with our books. I was just fingering her nipple, through her blouse in fact, though enjoying the fact it was fucking rock hard, flicking it back and forth, grazing it with my fingernail when she came. For a moment, I thought she was going to pass out, her eyes almost rolling into the back of her head, reaching out to steady herself, grabbing onto my arm as she climaxed. Which is when Miss Peterson, her teacher walked by heading towards the class. She saw the look on Stacy's face, stopped to ask if she was alright as she looked ill, about to pass out. It was all we could do to keep from laughing, though Stacy did in fact feign being "dizzy" after that, which she was...but not for the reason Miss Peterson thought of course. She then asked if I'd take Stacy down to the nurses office and have her looked at. Which I did. I gave her another orgasm while sitting in the office waiting for the nurse to come out and see her. Like I said, we started doing some pretty risky things then, disappearing into one classroom or another between our own classes. Sometimes...if we had time, Stacy would jerk me off. She loved having me cum on her tits, which very often made her cum again, just thinking about my sticky wet spunk clinging to her boobs. After that happened the first couple of times, I started calling her "Breastgasm" since she seemed to be able to have an orgasm almost at the drop of a hat, or rather...at the merest, slightest touch of my hands on her tits. It was almost automatic with her after that." "So what happened that caused the two of you to breakup?" My wife asked. "Well that really is the weird and sad part to the story. As I told you, Stacy and I had already decided we were going to give one another our virginity on graduation night. We'd been talking about it, and planning it for the past couple of weeks. I'd actually booked a nice room at a nearby hotel, though I wasn't the only one who had done that either. Once again, it was something a lot of seniors did, getting rooms under the pretense of not driving home drunk, which everyone's parents knew we would be. And completely ignoring, or overlooking the obvious. Such was the way of things back then. Anyway, we made a mistake, got caught...though at the time, neither one of us knew it, not until the very next day, during the dance. And even then, Stacy didn't let on anything until much later on that evening, after we'd actually had sex for the very first time together. It was the first... and last time we ever did." "Go on," My wife said, completely forgetting all about my cock now, though she still held it in her hand. "What happened then?" "We were both horny...and careless, thinking about the following night. I'd gone to help Stacy with the last of the decorations in the gym prior to the dance. We had decided to have one of our "tit quickies" and ducked out, thinking we'd be alone and unnoticed as we slipped into the girl's locker room, back into the shower area. Obviously, no one was in there, and certainly not in the showers, so we thought we were perfectly safe. Unbeknownst to either one of us, John, Danny, Jake and Matthew had seen us duck out, and soon after, followed us inside. They all watched as I stood there sucking on Stacy's tits, watched as she climaxed, and then climaxed again...and again...and, again! They knew then, I'd been telling them the truth the first time when I first told them she could, and did actually climax that way. They left before we did, so at first, neither one of us knew they had seen us. We went back to the gym, and I soon after left as Stacy was going home with one of the other girls as soon as they finished up.      John was waiting for her out in the parking lot when they came out. He then told her what I had told all of them so very long ago. How she could cum simply by having her boobs played with. He didn't tell her they'd actually watched us doing that either. As far as she knew, I'd been bragging all along, telling all my friends everything we'd done and had been doing. He then clinched it by telling her I had in fact just told him a short while ago, how we'd gone into the shower room together, and how I'd gotten her off then too." "And yet the two of you still went to the dance, and even fucked afterwards that evening?" My wife asked incredulously. "Yeah, we did. Like I said, that was the weird part. Stacy never let on just how upset and mad at me that she was. But...oddly enough, she also didn't want things to end between us, until we actually had made love together, at least once anyway. So that's what happened. I went through the entire evening without a clue that anything was wrong. After the dance, we went back to the hotel, made love, which I thought was beautiful for us both, but then afterwards, she got up, said she needed to do something, and left. Which surprised me as she didn't explain what it was or why. So I waited, wondering...and then finally got up and went looking for her. As I said, there were several couples from our class that had booked rooms there. There were parties going on everywhere, so I thought that maybe Stacy had gotten sucked into one of them. I started looking for her, going from room to room. And then I found her a short time later." I paused remembering, it all seemed so surreal back then, even now. "Remember that guy I told you about sitting next to us at the drive-in?" "Yeah?" "Well, we ran into one another in the hallway, literally. He was running, came around the corner when we collided. Took him a minute to remember me, recognize who I was. When he did, he smiled sheepishly and said, "Hey man...sorry to hear about you and your girlfriend, but from what I hear, she really is hot, and really can get off just by having her boobs played with!" "Stunned, I watched as he ran down the hall, knocked on a door, and then let himself in. Which is when I heard Stacy's laugh. The way she laughed, especially when she was drunk, horny and excited, was unmistakable. I then ran down the hall myself, didn't bother knocking, just opened the door. She was standing there in her formal gown, except that her boobs were bare, hanging out. John was sucking on one of them as she stood there, some other guy, someone I didn't know, sucking on the other. She was in the midst of having an orgasm at that very moment when I walked in. Needless to say, I turned around and left. Drove home. Two weeks later I was in the Navy and headed for boot camp. Never saw Stacy again." "So how did you find out the truth about why she did what she did?" My wife asked. "Ironically, it was at the ten year reunion. Stacy wasn't even there, she didn't come. I heard through the grapevine she had in fact just gotten back from her honeymoon, and perhaps knowing I was going to be there, decided under the circumstances that it wouldn't be a good idea for her to show up. Obviously, the wounds were still deep enough that she would feel awkward running into me again, even though she had recently gotten married. It was towards the end of the evening when I heard laughter coming from a nearby table, I walked over just in time to hear someone sitting there telling this story how the four of them had walked in on Stacy and me in the shower area. He then proceeded to tell the others sitting there how Stacy was duped into believing I'd betrayed her. Needless to say, he shut up when he looked up and saw me standing only a few feet away, but by then I'd heard everything. I looked around, saw John standing over by the buffet table talking to another old girlfriend of his, and walked over. Up until now, I'd avoided him and the other guys most of the night. I tapped him on the shoulder, he turned around surprised to find me standing there, and actually offered me his hand. That's when I turned the lights out for him. I left soon afterwards. But at least now I knew why things had happened the way they had." "Well, I for one am glad that they did, or I might not be married to you now," Marsha told me as she slid up onto my chest, hovering just above me as she rested her wet moist pussy against my shaft. "Still a sad story though, wonder if she'll be at the reunion this year?" she asked. I didn't answer, nor think about it any further. I simply slid my hard cock deep inside my wife's lovely cunt, and enjoyed the pleasure I found there. ** On Friday we went to my high school thirty year reunion, which was actually being held at the old high school. The first thing Marsha asked me to show her when we walked in was Johnson & Johnson corner. I laughed when we arrived there, it had been walled up and bricked in. Something they perhaps should have done to begin with, though the wall itself was now covered with hundreds of carved initials. I looked about hurriedly, withdrew my pocketknife and added my own, as well as Stacy's to the display. Marsha laughed hugging me to her, and then followed me over to the sign in table so we could pick up our name badges. For those who had graduated and were in attendance, they had included a picture of how we'd looked back then; beside our names. After thirty years, a lot of people had changed and it was becoming harder and harder to recognize a few people the way they looked now as opposed to the way they looked back then. Some as I saw as Marsha and I wandered about hadn't changed all that much. Though there was the maturity of age that touched us all, the eyes never did change. We stood and spoke with friends I knew and still considered to be so, feeling more and more pleased about myself that I hadn't let myself go as opposed to a few others that were there. Periodically I glanced about, wondering if Stacy would in fact be there this year, not at all sad to find that John and the other three pricks weren't. "Maybe they heard you were coming," my wife joked when I told her I hadn't seen any of the others. I laughed at that. "I caught John by surprise," I reminded her. "He was bigger than I was even then, if anything...it should be me who should be worried," I quipped back, though after thirty years, I couldn't imagine that John would still be holding a grudge. Either way, I decided it might be best to keep my eyes out for him, just in case. We mingled for a bit, chatted it up with a few friends, and then found ourselves a table to sit at as dinner began. As we were sitting there, I glanced up about to take a bite of my prime rib when I saw her. "Oh my god! She's here!" I said speaking to my wife. Marsha didn't need to ask who, or where, she looked up in the direction I was looking. Stacy stood only a short distance away, looking towards us, it was evident she had just seen me too. "Invite her over," my wife told me. "Go on David...wave her over. I'd like to meet her for one. But maybe it's about time you finally put the past behind the two of you," she added. I kissed my wife, stood, and waved in Stacy's direction. Surprised, she smiled and then somewhat awkwardly made her way over. There was an extra seat at our table, Marsha again the one to invite her to sit down and join us as I introduced the two of them. "Been a long time, David," she said after meeting my wife. "You haven't changed all that much," she told me. "Neither have you," I replied back. Aside from putting on a few extra pounds, which we all had, and now wearing her long hair cut short, far shorter than I would have imagined her ever wearing it, she really hadn't. "Well thanks, but you're just being kind," she said taking her seat. "Your wife's beautiful," she then added once again smiling towards Marsha. "David's always had good taste in women," Marsha responded back winking at her. The awkwardness of the moment in seeing her again quickly passed. Before long we were enjoying our dinner together and catching up on old times. It was then that I noticed she wasn't wearing a wedding ring, though I didn't ask her about it until she brought it up herself, explaining that she had actually gotten divorced two years ago. What I didn't know until that moment, was the fact she had married Jake, one of the guys who had actually spied on the two of us in the shower room. "Sorry to hear that," I told her, though I was smiling secretly to myself that she'd eventually dumped the guy. By now, we were all feeling comfortable around one another, though the free-flowing booze had certainly helped. "I don't know how much David has told you about us," she wondered asking, as my wife answered her.     "David and I don't have, or keep any secrets from one another," Marsha told her. "In fact, we very often share things with one another in the heat of the moment...if you know what I mean," she surprised me in explaining to her. "So I'm very much aware of everything between the two of you, and don't mind saying...I'm jealous of you. Wish I had the ability to do that myself, do you still?" Marsha then asked, shocking me in asking it that she did, and seeing poor Stacy's face suddenly turn crimson at the question. Though thankfully, she laughed at that, out loud. "To be perfectly honest with you both...it has been a while. But yes, as David and you obviously both know, I can yes." I excused myself to step outside for a smoke, giving the two of them a chance to talk freely for one. It seemed like Stacy was glad for the companionship, and it gave me a chance to collect myself after seeing her again for the first time in years. It wasn't as though I had any feelings for her, beyond hoping we could at least bury the past. But I did hope that perhaps at some point we could sit down and have lunch together, and then let bygones be bygones. When I returned, the girls were missing, though Cheryl and Mike who'd been sitting with us at the table informed me the girls had headed off to the restroom and would be back shortly. They returned a few minutes later, laughing and holding hands like they'd been friends for years. "Stacy took me on a tour of the girl's locker room," she stated as they retook their seats. "I had to see the infamous place for myself," she then teased Stacy, who once again sat there blushing as she said that. But her comment and tour had opened up the door, which I prepared to step through myself, though Stacy beat me to it before I could. "I'm sorry about what happened," she told me. "I didn't learn the truth until several years later," she added. "I should have known better...but, I was young at the time..." "As we all were," I interjected. Stacy nodded her head and continued. "You know the really ironic thing was, even after I had learned the truth about what had really happened, I still forgave Jake for his role in it, determined to make my marriage work. The fact that I could actually climax, just by having my boobs played with," she now whispered quietly to us both, "suddenly became less exciting to him that it had been in the beginning. After a time, Jake actually came to resent the fact that I could, and up until then did. After a while, he refused to even touch them, figuring that I wasn't normal, or at least normal enough for him anyway. Unfortunately of course, that led to resentment on both sides, and I refused to climax any other way until he relented, and showed me some attention in that area, which he refused to do. That however eventually led to our divorce two years ago. And as they say, the rest is history." It was an odd sensation for me, hearing Stacy talk so candidly with the two of us, reminding me in the process what it had been like all those many years ago, simply playing with her boobs, whenever, and wherever we could, watching and hearing her get off that way. Not too surprisingly, I was soon sitting there with a massive erection still thinking about it. Something that didn't go unnoticed either as my wife had soon after dropped her hand down into my lap beneath the table, and began stroking it through my pants. For once, I was glad I hadn't wore beige slacks, which I'd almost put on. ** It was now getting late, nearing the end of the evening. I'd already convinced Stacy into having lunch with me sometime in the very near future, though Marsha had actually one upped me, inviting her over for dinner one evening in addition to that. We soon after made our farewells, saying goodnight to a few others and then left, though not before I had given Stacy an affectionate kiss on the cheek before doing so. "Well, all in all, I'd say the evening went rather well," Marsha spoke shortly after we'd arrived home and were preparing for bed, though by the evil wicked grin on my wife's face, I could see it would be a long time yet before we actually planned on sleeping. As aroused as I was, I didn't mind that. We could after all sleep in the following day, so one of our marathon sex sessions seemed to be exactly what the doctor had ordered. "I'm going to fix myself a drink, would you like one?" she asked. I was already lying in bed, cock in hand at full mast waiting on her. "Sure, why not?" I grinned, waving my cock back and forth towards her temptingly. She grinned, winked. "Hold that...thought," she smiled and then hurriedly disappeared downstairs to fix our drinks before rejoining me. I waited patiently, and then heard her returning a few minutes later coming back up the stairs. Once again, I fisted my rock hard cock, all swollen, purple and angry looking, pointing it towards the doorway. The look on her face as she entered wasn't one I expected. To begin with, it wasn't my wife's. It was Stacy's. "What the...?" I didn't quite finish, shocked, surprised, stunned was more like it as Stacy stood there in the doorway looking at me. She was entirely naked, as was my wife, as a moment later, she stepped behind her, the two of them now standing together looking at me as I lay there in disbelief. "Surprise!" Marsha grinned. "How the hell?" Marsha chuckled, now leading Stacy into our bedroom. "I convinced her earlier, in the bathroom, after our tour through the showers," she informed me. "At first of course...she was reluctant, hesitant to do this. But I assured her I was ok with it, and thought it might be a good way for the two of you to at least become friends again. Things ended between the two of you on such a bad note, so anyway...I convinced her to do this with me. And besides, I wanted to watch her cum while you...and I, played with her tits." I still couldn't believe I was seeing this, hearing this, but as the two of them approached the bed and then crawled into it on either side of me, I knew then, I actually wasn't dreaming. "You're sure about this?" I asked my wife once again. "Baby? I wouldn't miss seeing this for the world!" she told me, and then reached over actually fondling one of Stacy's tits even before I did. Stacy moaned softly, wantonly, already giving in to the too long, unfulfilled urge of having her tits toyed with just the way she liked it. I soon after joined my wife, now touching, kissing, and eventually sucking on the other one, just as she was. True to form, it wasn't long before Stacy had what would be the first, and certainly not the last, of her breastgasms, as my own wife actually referred to it then. Telling Stacy in the process that I had indeed shared with my wife pretty much everything about our past history together, including the pet name I had once given her. It became a blur of sensual delight after that. It had been a long time since I'd had my tongue inside Stacy's cunt, licking her, sucking her clit, and teasing her as I once remembered doing. My own wife, sitting on my cock, feeling it embedded so deeply inside her, the two girls, laughing, teasing, pleasuring one another as they sat atop me, playing with one another's tits. Naturally, Stacy came, though be it from what I was doing, or Marsha, or a combination of both, no longer mattered. Marsha too enjoyed a nice screaming orgasm as well, triggering the first of my own as I jettisoned what felt like a gallon of cream into my wife's wonderfully delicious, sweet feeling pussy. I was soon after treated to another fantasy of my own, as both women lay to either side of me, taking turns feeding one another my cock, often licking and lapping at it together, sucking it, and then even kissing one another with my once again rock hard cock sandwiched between the two them. I took selfish delight in just laying there, watching them as they worked my cock together, finally bringing me to the edge soon after. I lay, watching my spunk suddenly leaping from the head of my cock as the two of them playfully fought over it, squirting and showering one another with my essence before going back to sucking and licking me. They likewise did the same to one another, which was even more erotic and sensual the way I saw it. I had finally rolled away, off the bed, collecting myself and taking a breather. I sat down in one of our nearby lounge chairs, sipping my drink, content to watch the two of them. I had never seen, nor witnessed what could only be described as a titty-suck "69", though that's exactly what it was. The two of them positioned just enough they could simultaneously pleasure one another's tits, hearing their respective, mutual moans and groans as they did so. I don't think I ever remember seeing my wife's nipples as hard or as firm as they were now. And seeing Stacy's again too, remembering back then how they had looked like, felt like when I'd pleasured her before. Now watching as my wife did the playing, pleasuring, as she in turned was on the receiving end as well as Stacy likewise played with her. It wasn't long before I was sitting there once again, rock hard and stiff, feeling more like a teenager as opposed to a forty-something. I sat watching, and then heard what was unmistakably the sound of my wife having an orgasm. I had heard it so many times before, knew when she was, was she felt as she did. And this was a rather intense one. I was actually feeling a bit jealous, oddly enough. My wife had just experienced her first ever breastgasm, and I wasn't the one who had given it to her either!     I sat there for the longest time, perfectly content to watch the two of them laying there together, almost leisurely touching, caressing one another softly until they both eventually looked up, glancing towards me, giggling. I looked down at myself, a long thin string of cum drool hanging from the end of my cock. Up until that moment, I wasn't even aware of it, too engrossed in watching the two of them together, my beautiful lovely wife, and my very ex, but very dear girlfriend. "I think we need to pay some attention to him again," Marsha suggested playfully. "Only this time, I get his face," she added. Seconds later, my wife was doing just that, as for only the second time, I felt my cock slipping inside Stacy's cunt, the warmth of her very wet pussy bathing it, just as my wife's delicious tasting pussy began rubbing against my face. I sighed in the moment, pleasurably. It had been one hell of a reunion, in more ways than one, but more importantly, the ghosts of the past had been put away. All was right with the world again, and especially as I now knew, Marsha was capable of having her own breastgasms. Based on a post by Many Feathers, for Literotica.

In this episode of Her Revision Podcast, Jasmine Lashae unpacks the emotional, psychological, and spiritual patterns that keep women stuck in the same chapter of their lives. From dating cycles to money habits to friendship dynamics and the self-sabotage we call rest, Jasmine breaks down why we repeat the familiar even when it hurts and how to finally choose differently.You are not unlucky. You are patterned. Patterns can be repatterned.This episode explores emotional memory, nervous system wiring, attachment patterns, avoidance, and how the mind mistakes familiarity for safety. Jasmine shares personal stories, research backed insight, and the raw self-awareness that helped her shift her patterns for good.What you will hear:• Why your nervous system confuses chaos with chemistry• How peace feels uncomfortable when you grew up in survival mode• Why you repeat dating cycles, friendship cycles, and money cycles• The psychology of pattern loyalty• How avoidance disguises itself as timing• What it means to align your choices with your future self• How to move into a new chapter without fighting yourselfConnect with Jasmine Lashae:• Substack: https://rewrittenthoughts.substack.com• Instagram: https://instagram.com/jasmine.lashae_• TikTok: https://tiktok.com/@jasminelashae0105• Her Revision Playlist: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/41hS7vu0yS4AIVcwwyCpu6• Website: Coming soonThank you for listening. Make sure you follow, rate, and share this episode with someone who keeps saying, “Why does this keep happening to me.”We're growing, and your voice matters. Take a minute to share your thoughts about Her Revision Podcast — what you love, what you want more of, and how we can keep evolving.

Jamie & Locker are back in Saskatchewan and we are celebrating with you Saskatchewan! We relive the biggest moments from Grey Cup 112. The Green Zone

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Send us a textEPISODE 61: November 11th + VisualizationIt is November 11th and we just got back from our mothers funeral. It was a great weekend, meeting all my siblings and our father and friends. Joined is missing mum, but also hopeful and looking forward to meeting her again. Reliving memories and looking at our beautiful mother when she was young and preparing her for the coffin while playing our music that she loved to listen to. So many emotions and such a strong present of the spirit at the funeral. But this episode is not about that, it´s about the 11/11 portal and what we can do in this time. And for the meditation I made a visualization. Let me know what you think! Take care! Spread Love! Our next episode will be on the  2025-12-12. But of course we will have our weekly bonus episodes until then! Be the Light. Share the Light. Spread the Light. Shine!LDS AND MEDIUM PODCAST BACKGROUND:I was born into the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints, or LDS for short. All my life I felt awkward and out of place, not because of my religion, but because of my spiritual gifts. It was hard to combine the idea of what first seemed like two separate worlds. So my whole life I have tried. I have learnt more about my gifts, and stayed faithful to my faith. But then I heard people left the church because it seems impossible to combine the two. So I am here, to try and mend the rift. To show that it is possible to be both LDS and to have, and use, our spiritual gifts. I am not alone on this journey, but my sister, who just is waking up to her spiritual gifts is by my side and she will also share her story.Jesus Christ, our older brother, was a healer. He asked us to love one another. So let´s follow in his footsteps. Please join me on this journey, let´s make a community of strong spiritual LDS, or whatever religion you belong to, and all work together to make this world a better place.If you like what I do, then you can find me here:https://linktr.ee/ldsandmediumIf you have words of support or stories that you anonymously want me to share please write me at ldsandmedium@gmail.com. I will try and answer all your emails BUT I am very busy with my life and I hope you can have some patience with me.If you would like access to the Podcast before it is released, all the bonuses and extra trainings and the meditation prayers as an mp3 you can support me on Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/ldsandmedium or send a Donation through Paypal. It will also be available as an archive that you can subscribe to on https://payhip.com/LDSandMediumDISCLAIMER: This Podcast is not official LDS doctrine, nor is it in any way financially supported by the LDS church. All the content is either our own personal thoughts and reflections or stories from our lives or the lives of others. Any quotes included will come from the Bible, The Book of Mormon or other scriptures, Church publications, hymns, General Conference or spiritual sites.LINKS:The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints: www.lds.orgGet your free copy of the Book of Mormon: https://www.churchofjesuschrist.org/comeuntochrist/uk/forms/order-book-of-mormonLight the World https://www.churchofjesuschrist.org/comeuntochristSupport the show

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Jamie & Locker recap the West Final win by your Saskatchewan Roughriders with Taylor Shire of The Leader Post. The Green Zone

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Join the crew for this special Dodgers World Series podcast episode as we break down every chaotic, exciting, and unforgettable moment from the Fall Classic. We dive into the drama, the clutch World Series highlights, and the pure electricity of the Dodgers Championship. This episode we dive into thing we loved, hated, and got hyped about during the 2025 MLB World Series. Could this have been the best baseball series in the 21st century? Filmed & Produced by All Sports Best All Sports Best was named Feed Spot's 8th best podcast in 2025! You can check out the top 60 podcasts here: https://podcast.feedspot.com/new_mexico_podcasts/ Let's make it #1 in 2026! #baseball #basbeallpodcast #dodgers #mlbworldseries #2025worldseries

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This week, we're taking it way back to Halloween 2020 with special guest Trenton Bennett, professional voice actor and longtime friend of the show! Join host Patrick Kelly for a fun, lighthearted throwback episode recorded right here in Tampa, Florida, filled with laughs, spooky season vibes, and behind-the-scenes stories that'll get you in the holiday spirit.Whether you're carving pumpkins, handing out treats, or just enjoying some fall fun, tune in and relive one of our favorite seasonal episodes from The Produce Industry Podcast archives.Originally aired: October 2020Featuring: Trenton Bennett – Voice Actor & Creative Talent ExtraordinaireLocation: Tampa, FL

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Send us a textStep into the nostalgic dugout with “Entertain This!” as we rewind to the sun-soaked summers of the ‘90s and dissect the iconic underdog tale, The Sandlot. Our hosts swing for the fences, unpacking the ragtag crew's baseball bromance, that legendary beast beyond the fence, and why “You're killing me, Smalls!” remains the ultimate viral mic-drop moment in pop culture lore. From fresh-eyed awe to throwback vibes, this episode serves up timeless lessons on friendship, mischief, and the art of the perfect s'more—because who needs TikTok trends when you've got eternal playground lore? Hit play for laughs that land like a home run and insights sharper than a chewed-up baseball. #SandlotSquad #90sNostalgia #PodcastFire #Sandlot #BaseballThe Gaming BlenderWe mash genres. We pitch games. You question our sanity.Listen on: Apple Podcasts SpotifySupport the show

Missed opportunities for the Blue Jays in games 6 and 7 and the Sens enjoy a break after a loss in Montreal.

Harvard economist Jason Furman joins Kyla Scanlon and Zaid Admani to unpack the state of the U.S. economy amid missing government data, the AI-driven boom, and rising talk of socialism. They explore how much of today's growth is fueled by AI spending versus real productivity, whether a bubble burst would trigger a recession, the Fed's latest rate cuts, and why Chipotle's burritos might be a better economic indicator than GDP.

The Drive played some of the biggest moments that have happened in the rivalry between the Chiefs and Bills.

Hour 4 - With the Patriots playing the Falcons in week nine, the crew takes a look at the Super Bowl matchup between the teams years ago. They discuss if this was the greatest game in Patriots history.

This week on the UKC Hunting Ops Podcast, we're taking one last trip back to Portland, Indiana to relive all the unforgettable moments from the 2025 Coonhound World Championship! From the opening round to the final call, Trevor and Allen break down every highlight - including Little Ann's historic run that cemented her place in coonhound history. We'll revisit the big wins, the close calls, and the excitement that had everyone on the edge of their seats. Plus, we're talking all things World Championship Bench Show - the competition, the champions, and the incredible turnout that made this year's event one for the record books. And of course...we're already looking ahead. What's next for 2026? Plans are already in motion and trust us - it's going to be even bigger. Tune in, relive the magic, and celebrate another unforgettable year of coonhound competition.

Please Follow us on: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Instagram⁠⁠⁠⁠ ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ or ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Facebook ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠! In this episode, Kimberly and Tommaso apologize for the delay in their latest release. They then dive into a discussion about their favorite meals in Italy, looking back at 28 years of travel. Key Points: Kimberly and Tommaso offer a sincere apology for the delayed episode. They recap their previous discussion on favorite cities and regions. The main topic is their favorite meals in Italy, spanning 28 years of travel experiences. Episode Highlight: First Italian Meals in Cervinia Kimberly and Tommaso recount a ski trip from Zermatt, Switzerland, down to Cervinia, Italy. Kimberly describes their incredible hunger after the challenging ski descent. Tommaso recalls his memorable Zuppa Valdostana, a rich beef broth soup with bread and fontina cheese. Kimberly shares her delight in eating polenta with fontina cheese and red wine. They reminisce about a Raclette lunch with Matterhorn views, marking it as a beautiful outdoor dining experience. Meals in Lago di Como and Florence: Kimberly shares a story about visiting friends in Lago di Como, coinciding with their annual Brunello bottling celebration. Tommaso describes enjoying five to seven-year-old Brunello with grilled beef prepared by an international meat dealer. Kimberly celebrates her 40th birthday lunch at Alvalu in Tremezzo, featuring simple tomato pasta, cured meats, and a beautiful fruit tart. They both recall the unique grappa infused with blueberries, made by monks. Rome and Florence Culinary Experiences: Tommaso shares his first carbonara experience in Rome in 2021, describing it as a moment of pure paradise. Tommaso notes the relaxed dining pace in Italy, contrasting it with the faster pace in America. Kimberly describes a simple, attractive enoteca in Rome where they enjoyed another carbonara and a mozzarella di bufala appetizer. Tommaso discusses his anticipation and enjoyment of Bisteca Fiorentina in Florence, splitting it with a friend. Kimberly remembers the bright and loud atmosphere of the Florentine restaurant, a contrast to their preferred dining setting. Southern Italy and Pizza Delights: Kimberly highlights her favorite meals in Puglia, particularly a salad with tuna, mozzarella, and local vegetables, drizzled with Puglian olive oil and served with local bread. Tommaso praises the simplicity and quality of Puglian bread. Tommaso declares his favorite pizza was in Ischia, preferring a heartier style with onions, mushrooms, and prosciutto. Kimberly recounts a standout Napolitano pizza experience in Torino, found in a residential neighborhood across the river. Tommaso reflects on the ongoing challenge of finding the “next best something” in Italian cuisine. Coffee and Truffles in Torino: Kimberly raves about the bicherine, a coffee layered with dark chocolate, espresso, and frothy cream, at Cafe Bicherine in Torino. Tommaso praises a wide noodle pasta with shaved white truffles, enjoyed during truffle season in Torino, paired with a bottle of Barolo. Join Kimberly and Tommaso as they revisit their most cherished Italian meals, sharing anecdotes and insights from decades of culinary adventures. Kimberly and Tommaso share their most memorable meals from 28 years of Italian travels, from ski trips to Roman trattorias. This episode explores Italy's diverse culinary landscape and the joy of savoring food and culture.

In hour 2, Ethan hosts, "Ethan's News" where he discusses the latest trending entertainment news, this day in history, the random fact of the day and much more. Mark, Ethan and Fred then compete in The Price is Wrong with George Gray hosting.

Hey, Arrow and Olicity fans, remember season 2 episode 13? Where we left on the cliffhanger that was Oliver and Sara hooking up in the Foundry in the present day and it made no frickin sense? Yeah, we do. And now we're gonna talk about it.

Apparently, grilled cheese sandwiches are very popular this time of year which caused us to relive the time that Emily claimed to have the best grilled cheese sandwiches... spoiler alert... she doesn't

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Apparently, grilled cheese sandwiches are very popular this time of year which caused us to relive the time that Emily claimed to have the best grilled cheese sandwiches... spoiler alert... she doesn't

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What if your chronic pain, anxiety, or fatigue isn't just physical — but your body's way of remembering what your heart has tried to forget?In this transformative conversation with Dr. Evette Rose, we explore the powerful connection between the mind, emotions, and physical health, and how your body communicates through discomfort, pain, or disconnection. You'll discover how emotional suppression, childhood wounds, or even ancestral stress can silently shape your well-being — until you finally listen.We talk about:Understand the emotional rootsDecode your body's “messages”Regulate your nervous system without reliving traumaShift from self-blame to self-compassionEpisode Resources:⁠⁠⁠⁠Dr. Evette ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Website⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Dr. Evette ⁠⁠⁠⁠Instagram⁠⁠⁠

Riley Gaines has become one of the most recognizable voices in the fight to protect women's sports, but in this conversation, we got to see another side of her as a wife, a new mom, and a woman learning to balance purpose with peace. Riley and her husband Louis sat down with me to talk about faith, marriage, and how they've stayed grounded through all the chaos of public life. We talked about their journey as newlyweds, how becoming parents has changed their perspective, and what it really feels like to be thrust into the national spotlight. Riley opened up about the pressure of being a public figure, the criticism she faces, and how she finds strength in her faith and in her relationship with Louis. Together, they shared how they handle disagreements, protect their marriage, and stay focused on what matters most: family, purpose, and truth. It's a rare and refreshing look at the woman behind the headlines, and the man who's been by her side through it all. Sponsor: www.goodscandies.com Viewers can save 20% through the end of the year with promo code SAGE. Chapters: 00:00:00: Intro 00:03:09: Why Riley Gaines Is Ready for Baby #2 00:05:04: What Labor and Delivery Were Like for Louis 00:12:34: Life After Delivery: How Things Have Changed 00:17:06: Fears Leading Up to Delivery 00:35:23: Vaccines and Parenthood Choices 00:49:53: The “Push Present” 00:54:35: Who Is Louis Barker? 01:01:33: How Louis Proposed to Riley 01:10:08: Learning to Use Her Voice 01:16:30: Reliving the Day Riley Was Trapped Inside a Classroom at San Francisco State University 01:29:04: When It All Feels Like Too Much 01:33:31: The Assassination of Charlie Kirk 01:35:34: Faith 01:45:06: The One Thing Everyone Should Know About Louis 01:47:47: The One Thing Everyone Should Know About Riley 01:49:30: What Riley and Louis Want Life to Be Like for Margot BTS on Patreon: http://bit.ly/4nLmOSk Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

For 43 years, the Great Reno Italian Festival has transformed the streets of downtown Reno, Nevada into a cultural haven full of handmade raviolis, Italian music, the smells of slow cooking pasta sauce, and a stage with barrels full of grapes for stomping. The festival is one of Reno's biggest cultural events, and attracts thousands of visitors each year for its authentic Italian food and wine, vendors, and free events. Mark your calendars for next year! Episode hosted by Natalie MacKay. Photo credit by Mackenzie Rankin.

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Senators past mistakes coming back to haunt them, FanDuel, and the Game 5 debacle in Seattle.

Grab your headphones and let's dive into another one of my Walt Disney World memories! You'll feel like you're right there with us in Epcot, kicking off a brand-new day and experiencing the magic of Test Track, one of our absolute favorite Epcot attractions.

In this episode of Quah (Q & A), Sal, Adam & Justin coach four Pump Heads via Zoom. Mind Pump Fit Tip: The Best 3-Day a Week Back Routine. (3:13) Winning with high-protein snacks. (22:15) The dark side of dating apps. (24:47) When you are jacked, they will find you. (35:11) Kids are sponges. (38:54) The Schafer's Disney Halloween Bash. (40:55) Reliving going to Haunted Houses. (45:18) Would you buy the Tesla phone? (49:48) The science behind Fatty 15. (51:40) #ListenerLive question #1 – Is there a way to hybridize some MAPS programs where I can do shorter workouts during the week, and do a longer full-body workout on the weekend when I have more time? (54:37) #ListenerLive question #2 – How can I lose fat and get the scale to move? (1:03:14) #ListenerLive question #3 – Advice on programming and nutrition to prep for my goal towards getting to stage-ready. (1:10:46) #ListenerLive question #4 – What are the best ways to gain lean body mass? (1:24:00) Related Links/Products Mentioned Ask a question to Mind Pump, live! Email: live@mindpumpmedia.com Visit Crisp Power for an exclusive offer for Mind Pump listeners! ** Code MINDPUMP10 for 10% OFF. Give your snack game a serious upgrade. Crisp Power Protein Pretzels deliver super crunchy and delicious snacks that are up to 28g of protein, low carb, zero sugar and high in fiber! ** Visit Fatty15 for an exclusive offer for Mind Pump listeners! ** You can get an additional 15% off their 90-day subscription Starter Kit with code MINDPUMP ** October Special: MAPS GLP-1 50% off! ** Code GLP50 at checkout. ** Mind Pump Store Mind Pump #1972: Back Building Master Class Mind Pump #2122: Deadlift Masterclass Tech has changed. Dating? It's complicated. — Harvard Gazette Tesla released 'Pi Phone' with Starlink capability? THE SCIENCE - fatty15 Visit MASSZYMES by biOptimizers for an exclusive offer for Mind Pump listeners! **Code MINDPUMP10 at checkout for 10% off any order. ** Mind Pump # 2690: The NEW DIET Everyone Is Using For Fat Loss Muscle Mommy Movement Mind Pump # 2180: Is Powerlifting Beneficial for Women? Mind Pump # 2560: How to Break Free from Destructive Body Image Issues Mind Pump #1860: Fourteen of the Best Foods for an Amazing Physique Mind Pump Podcast – YouTube Mind Pump Free Resources People Mentioned Dan Bilzerian (@danbilzerian) Instagram

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From 'Baseball Isn't Boring' (subscribe here): Tigers' third baseman Zach McKinstry has landed as a key part of his team's postseason equation heading into Detroit's winner-take-all Game 5 in Seattle. It's been a unique journey for the former 33rd-round pick, living parts of his big league life with three different current MLB postseason contenders - the Dodgers, Cubs and Tigers. Bradfo caught up with McKinstry to reflect on what it was like to go from team to team and how he views his current lot in life. To learn more about listener data and our privacy practices visit: https://www.audacyinc.com/privacy-policy Learn more about your ad choices. Visit https://podcastchoices.com/adchoices

Do you ever wish you could go back to your "glory days" in college?  Join Emily and Shelby this week as they do just that!  This listener-requested episode covers all of our favorite college memories: joining a sorority, enjoying meals at the campus cafeteria, recruitment, education classes and more.  Grab a drink and enjoy reliving a simpler time!Send us a text

Send us a textWelcome to episode 90 of Coon Hunting Confidential! Every other Wednesday, The HT Mafia mixes their uniqueness, coon hunting, comedy, and creepy stories to bring you all-new episodes of CHC!    In this episode, Mr. Randy continues telling the story of his encounter in Sherwood Forest, West Virginia. He dives even deeper into another tale—one that an older coon hunter shared with him about his own encounter with a mysterious creature years ago. There's even a chance that he saw it again not too long ago. The fellas hope you enjoy it as much as they did—because this conversation is an absolute banger! As always, THANK YOU for listening! Keep them dogs in the woods and happy hunting y'all!!!

In this episode of LIGHT TALK with The Lumen Brothers and Sister, as part of our "Emerging Young Artists Series", the Lumen Family interviews Broadway Lighting Designer Colleen Doherty. In this episode, Colleen, Ellen, Steve, Dennis, and David discuss: The Prime Time Emmy cinematography and lighting winners; Trump's Emmy; Starting as a performer in Florida; Undergrad and Graduate School Days; Getting a foothold in New York; Designing "The Twelfth Night Show" and "The Great Emu Wars"; Reliving sleepy productions; Having Don Holder as a mentor; Making the jump to Broadway; Dealing with competition and jealosy; "Comparison is the Death of Joy"; Working with Justin Townsend; Cold-Calling; Working in LORT theatres; Dealing with low fees; The right time to find an agent; Learning how to budget for a freelance career; Colleen's LDI panels; and Advice for young designers heading into the profession. Nothing is Taboo, Nothing is Sacred, and Very Little Makes Sense.

Which Giants or Jets 1st round QB's actually faired the best in their debuts.

I'm in Palm Springs spending a few days with my dear friend Alison. This reminded me how much joy comes from the people we share life with. We met decades ago at NYU and bonded over what we jokingly called “compost,” a random mix from the dining hall salad bar that became our little tradition. This weekend we brought it back, laughed about those old days, and realized how something so simple still makes us smile. Being with Alison also reminded me how much relationships grow when we show up for each other. Sometimes that looks like cooking, sometimes it's running errands, and sometimes it's just sitting together while talking through what's next in life. None of it has to be perfect. It's just about being present and leaning into each other's strengths. On this week's Wise Walk, I'm inviting you to think about the people who make your to-dos feel lighter and your memories a little sweeter, and how you can bring more of that into your days right now. As you think about the week to come, who are the people you want to be surrounded by? How can you take the things on your to-do list and make them more fun by sharing them with someone that makes your heart happy? Is there someone from your past you can reconnect with by recreating a silly but memorable moment you shared together? What inside jokes, traditions, or meet-cute memories can you bring back to life because they still spark joy? How can you share those memories with friends or family so they understand where your bonds began? Who do you want to reach out to and thank for showing up in your life in such a meaningful way? Is there someone you want to catch up with over errands or simple moments so you can co-create the day together? What everyday tasks would feel more delightful if you shared them with someone you care about? Who in your life can be a great sounding board because their strengths complement yours? How can you ask for help in a way that feels vulnerable but also opens new possibilities? Who is the person you co-create with in such a vibrant way that even the mundane feels fluid and fun? How can you carve out time to nourish each other in ways that support both your present and your future? Give yourself permission to get creative, embrace the relationships that feel aligned right now, and have fun being present while sharing your gifts with others. I'd love to hear what you took away from today's episode, so feel free to reach out and share your feedback. Please tune in next Thursday for another Wise Walk. In this episode: [01:01] I'm in Palm Springs visiting my dear friend Alison. I'm realizing that much of life isn't what we do, but who we do it with. [02:01] We've known each other since NYU, and we met at the Weinstein Dining Hall. [02:55] I share the origin of our "compost" salad bar, which was whatever we could find that would be healthy and fresh in the dining hall.  [03:59] We went shopping and created "compost". Reliving this memory from the past brought us joy. [05:05] Do you have an absolute sweet memory from your past that you would like to create, because it brings you joy? [06:22] I've also bonded over dancing with another friend. [07:27] Thank you for prioritizing relationships, because nothing can grow without effort, time, and understanding. [08:46] The other big takeaway from this weekend with Alison was the idea of being present. We are connected and get caught up when it matters. [10:07] I love that when you're in a relationship that's been around for a while, you can be present no matter what you're doing. [11:57]  Another thing that surfaced is how Alison and I were talking about acknowledging each other's strengths. We share in ways that we can nourish each other. [13:30] We also did some planning about where I'm going and what my financial possibilities may be. She helped me create a spreadsheet and scenario plan. [14:24] Knowing what's possible will help me plan better. [16:27] When we ask for help and tap into each other's strengths and gifts, we can be thoughtful and productive. [18:41] You can also do this with yourself. Memorable Quotes: “That first initial meeting and that energetic vibe that you felt, that understanding where you feel seen or heard, it has just carried you through the ages.” - Mary Tess “Self-awareness is a muscle. The more you use it, the stronger your relationships become.” - Mary Tess “Look at what you can do and look at the different ways you can feel empowered when you feel a bit more supported.” - Mary Tess Links and Resources: Mary Tess Rooney Email Heart Value Facebook | LinkedIn | Twitter | Instagram

Send us a textWelcome to episode 89 of Coon Hunting Confidential! Every other Wednesday, The HT Mafia mixes their uniqueness, coon hunting, comedy, and creepy stories to bring you all-new episodes of CHC!   This episode goes back about three years to Autumn Oaks in Indiana. Mr. Randy Bell told the fellas a story about a terrifying encounter he had one night while coon hunting in Sherwood Forest, West Virginia. Mr. Randy is a seasoned coon hunter who mostly hunts Blueticks. For a while, it looked like his story might never get recorded for the public to hear. Thankfully, Mr. Randy agreed to come on the show to talk about coon hunting and his creepy encounters.That experience shook Randy so badly that he now feels he has to see this thing face-to-face before he dies. This is one of the best stories ever recorded on this podcast. The fellas hope you enjoy it as much as they did—because this conversation is an absolute banger!As always, THANK YOU for listening! Keep them dogs in the woods and happy hunting y'all!!!

On the Wednesday, September 24 edition of Studio 12, Will visits with Boomer White to discuss the start of Fall baseball at Blue Bell Park. Then, Will is joined by Johnny Holland and Dana Batiste as they relive the infamous goal-line stand against Bo Jackson and Auburn in the 1986 Cotton Bowl.See Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

What was actually the most painful moment from Sunday in New York?

Matt Spiegel and Laurence Holmes broke down the Bears' 19-play touchdown drive in the third quarter of their 31-14 win against the Cowboys on Sunday.

Please put on your headphones to fully immerse yourself in another one of my Walt Disney World memories.  You will feel as if you are in the Magic Kingdom with us as we wrap our day, walk down Main Street USA, exit the park, and take the Ferry back to the TTC to complete our day.

Fresh off of their trip to Key West, Amy Earnhardt and Dale Earnhardt Jr. are back to recap everything from their Florida adventure. On today's Bless Your 'Hardt, Amy and Dale share stories of questioning the airplane landing gear, eating cupcake sushi, and their most embarrassing memories from Key West over the years. With National Hunting and Fishing Day right around the corner, the two share their favorite fishing experiences from their childhood, where Dale reveals his too good to be true fishing tale that made it all the way to the Statesville newspaper. Plus, in #AskAmy, they give the fans advice on being first-time parents, things they used to believe as kids, and much more. The two also team up in their own version of Family Feud that can't be missed.  Hosted by Simplecast, an AdsWizz company. See pcm.adswizz.com for information about our collection and use of personal data for advertising.

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Bobby put out a Tweet the other day that said, 'if Arkansas makes the CFP, he will give someone random $10K'. So, he asked the guys if they think his money is safe or not. Plus, Bobby and Eddie retell the story about the time they played in a golf tournament, lied about their score, and won a trip to Puerto Rico. Eddie got linked up with a really good golfer the other day... and Bobby thinks he should've asked for his number. Follow the Show: @BobbyBonesSports Follow the Crew: @MrBobbyBones @ProducerEddie @KickoffKevin @MikeDeestro @BrandonRayMusicSee omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.