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Mountain Christmas in the arms of an old friend.By PapaBear76. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. "Wait. Please stop. Turn your cute little ass around and come back here..."A couple of days before Christmas, my girls and I loaded into my aging Jeep Cherokee and headed for their grandparent's home in the mountains. Upon finding out that my socialite ex-wife was "doing Christmas in Hawaii" I had been on top of the world. See, I love the rest of that family with all my heart.My own family was almost gone. We lost Dad some years back. My brother and his family moved to South Florida and our mom was wasting away in a nursing home, her mind long lost.I had married the middle of three girls. She was "the pretty one". She had modeled and done a bit of acting. Something snapped in her when our youngest, Katie, was four years old. Rebecca, the ex, wanted to chase the glamour again. With a sudden demand for mature models, she took off. We divorced and she took up with some douche-bag producer. They seem to make money. They jet around and meet celebrities. She sends money for the girls. She was missing the growth of two wonderful young ladies. Good riddance.My former in-laws, Charlie and Joan had a beautiful place up in the Rocky Mountains. They bought and paid for it long ago when mountain land was cheap. I love to visit and take my two girls, Judith and Katie. I pick my times when Rebecca will not be there. It's not that we don't get along. I just can't listen to her prattle on about their travels and celebs she met. It ranges from annoying to nails on a chalk board.The eldest girl was Elizabeth, Betty to the family, was tall and slim like her dad and Rebecca. Her features were slightly masculine but pretty. In her life she had had boyfriends and girlfriends. Mostly she kept her relations away from the family. Most recently she had a long running thing with a handsome older man named Daniel. They seemed happy together. Betty smiled more than I ever knew her to.Then there was Melissa, the youngest. Missy, to the family. She wasn't tall and slim like her dad and sisters. She was short like her mom and carried some extra weight. She actually had a nice figure under the clothes she wore. I had seen her in a classic one-piece swimsuit. She was impressive. Melissa was a buxom little lady with a small waist and a round bottom. Most of her winter wardrobe went straight down from her bust to her hips. This made her appear to be shaped like a beer keg. But oh, what a face. She was genuinely cute with her mom's light blue eyes, eyes that I could easily get lost in.We made our last pit stop before climbing the mountains. With the snow everywhere, our trip was taking much longer than normal. I escorted Judith and Katie to the ladies room of a clean truck stop. I waited, then walked them back to the Jeep and locked them inside with snacks. Then I went in and took care of my own business. That's our procedure. Too many horrible people in the world these days. Judith saw to letting our tabby cat, Tabby use her litter box in the floor of the car. Finally, we were ready to get back on the road.Although it was midday, we wanted to wait about eating more than just a snack until we got to Charlie and Joan's house. There would be lots of food and Christmas treats. There was more snow on the road. I put the Jeep in four-wheel high range. I had good tires. It would be slow but easy. With Tabby back in her carrier, the girls got under blankets in the back seat. The heater in the car works great. Eight-year-old, Katie said looking at all the snow made her cold. Eleven-year-old Judith returned to her headphones listening to "God knows what." Katie smiled. She was happy that she was going to "Grandma Joanie's". Clearly, Katie was enjoying her childhood more than Judith was her own. Judith had been old enough to question her mother's leaving. She was now facing her twelfth year and the changes it would bring.On most of the road, the highway department had done a fine job. In other places, the Jeep was doing it's part like a champ. As we traveled, my mind went back to Sweet Melissa. Thank you, Greg Allman.The first time I got to spend any time around Melissa, I knew that I had married the wrong sister. There was something about her. Anytime I was near her, I felt this force acting through the core of my body. It was like gravity or magnetism. I could feel something inside me reaching and pulling me to her. The look in her eyes or the touch of her hand was magical.The last time we were together, I messed things up. At least, I think I did. It was over a year before. I had been divorced for a couple of years. Melissa was still married, although they had filed for divorce. Her dork husband had gone back home to his mother. She and I, sort of, paired off Thanksgiving a year ago. We laughed and joked. We flirted uncontrollably. After a few drinks, we went out to Charlie's combination workshop and man-cave.Once out there and in private, we suddenly had nothing to say. We both knew why we were there. We kissed for the first time, then the second through fifth and so on. Something came over both of us. I turned her around and hugged her from behind. I moved my hands slowly so that she could stop me at any time. I massaged her full breasts and all down her torso. I firmly pressed my fingers against her crotch. I felt the contours of her elegant, plump pussy. When she showed no objection, I kissed her neck and slipped my fingers into the sides of her jeans. I started pushing them down. "Steven, you can't be serious. We can't." I pushed her jeans to the bottom of her round cheeks. I gently pushed her to bend over the stool at her father's workbench. I was not aware of when my cock got hard, but it was ready. I aimed it at Melissa's crotch. With a shove, I was fully inside her. She moaned and whined. "I can't believe you did that. I can't believe we are doing this. Oh!" She was very wet and soft. Her round soft cheeks were cold against my thighs, while her pussy was steaming hot. I quickly shot my load into her warm pussy. She yanked her pants back up laughing. "You are a horrible, horrible person. God!" We kissed again. "You know I'm still married. And, you are my brother-in-law.""Just by technicality. I haven't been a brother-in-law for two years and I've wanted you for so long." I said.It was ever so brief, a quickie. But it changed things so much. The wall between us that kept us at arm's length had been broken. It was a safety curtain that made it OK to touch and talk and say, "I love you" without it meaning more than family and friend. Now things were awkward and reserved. The line between us wasn't just blurred, it was gone. We hardly ever talked, and I had trouble looking at her.When we arrived at Charlie and Joan's, my heart fell. Elizabeth's Subaru caked with dirty ice was on the side of the drive. Charlie's big Blazer was at the head of the driveway. He had cleared a spot for me. How would Melissa have gotten there? Was she not there? Did she stay away because of me? We unloaded our bags and the cat carrier. Then Charlie helped me with the gifts. Hugs all around.I stood in the living room holding my former mother-in-law in a hug. "It's so good to be here, Joanie, I've missed you so much." My eyes kept dashing around."We've all missed you, Steven. Thank you for coming and bringing the girls. This is going to be a great Christmas." Joan said with some happy tears.I spotted movement in the dining area. Melissa brought platters of food to the table. "Are you guys hungry?" She asked without looking at me."Yes. We skipped lunch to come and eat here. Everything looks wonderful." I said and followed her back into the kitchen. I touched her shoulder. "I didn't get to hug you yet." We embraced and held each other for a minute. No one else came into the kitchen. I tried to kiss her, but she turned her head and I just got cheek. "Girl, we've got to talk. This awkward stuff sucks." I said in her ear as Elizabeth came into the kitchen.Elizabeth hugged me again smiling. "Steve, it's so good to see you. I didn't realize how bad I missed you until I saw you. Daniel is napping upstairs. I'm going to wake him. You guys eat. We're taking your girls into town to see a movie and the Christmas lights.""Sounds like fun, but I've been driving for five hours. I need a good stretch and a nap, myself." I said."Then, I've got a job for you, son." Charlie said coming into the kitchen. "You can stay here and keep the fireplaces going. If you bring in firewood and fill the racks, then you can have some of this for a reward." Charlie pulled a bottle of top shelf rye whiskey from a cabinet."Now that's a deal." I said. The house was an oversize log home with fireplaces at each end. Each fireplace was fitted with a high-efficiency heater inserts. Charlie had a crew come in the summer and cut wood on his property for winter. That left wood to be carried in. It was a chore that I could handle with ease, but I wanted help.Just before sitting to eat with the girls, I caught another private moment with Melissa. "Please stay here with me today. Please, Missy. I need us to be good again."Melissa looked up. It was the first time she had dared look me in the eyes since our illicit quickie. Tears were pooling in her pretty blue eyes. "OK." Was all she said.Now in her grandparent's home, Judith was grinning and embracing her childhood again. She and Katie were excited and happy. We enjoyed sandwiches on toasted rye bread for lunch. Everyone loaded into Charlie's Blazer with bundles of winter clothes. They were going to see the latest animated feature and then walk around the small town. Lights and decorations were everywhere.I was very tired. Five hours of driving through snow had drained me. Still, I wanted time with Melissa. I decided to get the firewood hauling out of the way. It would be a good workout after the long drive. There were large wood racks beside each fireplace. There was also a big wood box beside the back door. All of these were empty. It was a bigger job than I thought. I carried several loads before Melissa came to help. She was bundled in a parka, scarf and hat. She carried smaller loads in silence.When we had the wood box finally filled, I had had enough of the silence. I scooped up all the snow that I could hold in one hand. When Melissa turned around, I gently shoved the snow into her face. I stood there waiting for a reaction. Then I realized that she wasn't laughing. She was softly crying. "Why did you do that?""Breaking the ice... on you." I laughed nervously. I have a unique talent for doing the wrong thing at the wrong time. "Come on. Let's warm up." I didn't give her a chance to argue or go into the house. Instead, I pulled her into the workshop."Back to the scene of the crime?" She asked. Melissa took off her scarf and hat. She dropped her coat on the old sofa and worked on drying the snowmelt from her face."Melissa, I'm sorry things have gotten so weird between us. I'm so sorry. You are one of my favorite people in the world." I pleaded."You are sorry that I'm a favorite person?" She said."No. I'm not sorry for that. I'm sorry I messed us up. Please, Melissa. I have so many regrets about that day." I said with my foot in my mouth up to the knee.Melissa grabbed her coat and bolted out the door and into the cold and snow."Wait. Please stop. Turn your cute little ass around and come back here... I love you."In two more steps, Melissa came to a halt and slowly turned around. "My ass isn't cute or little.""Bullshit.""You don't mean that. You can't love me." she protested."Why the hell can't I?" I asked.Melissa starting walking slowly back to the shop. The cold began to slice through her sweater. She jogged the last few steps and into my arms. I hugged her and pushed the door closed behind her. I kissed her softly and slowly for a long time. She started crying again."Missy, please don't cry. We should be happy. We are here with your family. It's Christmas. The snow is beautiful." I said and tried to kiss her again."The snow is a pain in the ass. I had to fly and then get dad to drive two hours to get me." She said."I wondered how you got here." I said. We sat on the old sofa. The gas heater was struggling to keep the workshop warm. "I was so afraid that you didn't come.""I couldn't stay away from the folks at Christmas. That's just not done. Dad is so mad at Rebecca that he won't say her name." She chuckled. "I've been so nervous about seeing you.""I know what you mean. I've thought of you every day. I've thought of how we were before and what we did. It kills me how we are now. I need you back in my life." I said."You said that you regretted it. That hurts me, Steven.""I don't regret having sex with you. I regret that it messed up our friendship. I regret that I didn't take you to bed and make love to you properly. I would regret marrying Rebecca, if it weren't for my girls.""I carried such a crush for you. Then you just threw me over that stool and did me. I walked around with your stuff running out of me the rest of the day. I didn't feel used, but it was hollow. It should have been better. Then I didn't know how to relate to you.""Since the first day that I really got to know you, I knew that I married the wrong person. I've always felt myself drawn to you like a magnet. When I heard you were getting a divorce, something went off in my head. I should have kissed you and told you how I felt." I said."You can't love me. I'm already your daughters' aunt. We're already family." Melissa said."You know that's silly. You and I aren't related. Have you dated since you and Tim split up?""Well, no, I haven't, nosey. It's too soon.""Is it too soon? Or have you had something else on your mind?" "I asked. Let's go in the house. I need to make sure that Tabby hasn't torn the decorations down."Inside, we freshened up and made some tea. Melissa seemed to relax. We sat in front of the living room fireplace. We are both teachers, so we talked shop. We were back to avoiding the "us" issue."Did you and Becky ever make love there in front of the fireplace?" Melissa asked, smiling."No. She didn't want to get caught. She didn't want to do it on the floor. Your sister isn't very romantic." I said."Liz has done it there with a few people." Melissa said laughing. "Mom and dad, do it there sometime."I laughed. "Good for them. I love your folks so much. How about you, Missy? Have you ever done the deed by the fireside?"Melissa blushed very red and giggled. "I'm not saying.""Oh, no. You have to say. You can't just leave it hanging out there.""I did it by myself there one time. Well, a few times." She laughed and blushed. "I didn't have a partner. I was here by myself. It looked so pretty, and the fire was warm. I just lay there and took care of myself.""If you want it done right..." I said. "I'd dearly love to make love to you there or in your big bed upstairs.""Steven, we can't. I can't have another quickie or one-time thing with you. I can't." She said sadly."I wasn't lying when I said that I love you." I said. "If you can't be my lover, then I still want you to find a way to love me as a friend again.""You don't want me like that. I'm not pretty. I'm short and fat. You were with Becky all those years. Her body is perfect. I can't wear red because dogs think I'm a fire hydrant." Melissa said, getting her humor back."That's a funny joke, but it's not true. You are a very cute lady. Your smile always makes me smile. I've seen you in a swimsuit. You have a crazy little body on you. You keep it hidden from the world and from yourself. Besides, Rebecca may be beautiful, but she is an insufferable chore. She was a chore even back when things were the best with us." I leaned to her and kissed her. That time she was eager. "Let's exchange these teacups for whiskey glasses and take Charlie's rye back to the den. We'll make that fireplace ours."Melissa disappeared upstairs for a few minutes. There was a stack of blankets in the den for me to use sleeping on the couch there. I spread some blankets out on top of the old cord rug in front of the fire. I gathered pillows and made us a little nest. I had just sipped the spicy rye whiskey when Melissa came to me. Even in her flannel gown, she looked so fine.We lay in front of the fireplace. The orange glow of the fire on her soft face was beautiful. Christmas lights sparkled reflections in her eyes. We kissed with easy passion. I gently rubbed her bra-less chest. Her breasts were full and firm. Her nipples were firm and swollen. She seemed to coo softly as we kissed."Steven, are you sure this is what you want? Am I really who you want to be with?""Yes, Sweet Melissa. You are the only woman that I ever think of." I kissed her again. I began unbuttoning her gown. It had occurred to me that I had sex with her and not seen her nude. My hand trembled slightly as I spread her gown open and saw her chest for the first time. "Oh, Melissa! You are beautiful; just perfect." Her tits were even prettier that I thought they would be. They were full and round. Lying on her back made them flatten slightly around her perfect nipples. I leaned to her and kissed the side of her boob. She pulled my head to her. I kissed and suckeled the tit closest to me. I massaged the other and felt how the fire had warmed her skin. I finished with the buttons and discovered that Melissa had left off her panties. She was serious about this too."Steve, I love you. I've wanted you for so long. I made this awkward. I never believed that I could really be with you. You are so handsome and sweet you are a great father to the girls. I love you so much.""Will you just relax and let this happen?" She was propped up and comfortable on pillows. I kissed my way down to her plump little mound. Sometime recently, she had shaved herself bare and smooth. I smiled at her. When I spread her open, she was dripping wet. Rivulets of sweet cream were running out of her and down to her ass. She smelled of soap, perfume and sweet, mellow pussy. She lurched when I licked her the first time. I went easy and gently tickled the sides of her labia. I worked my way up to a more aggressive pace. When she began to handle it better, I hugged her hips and assaulted her clit with my lips and tongue. We rocked in rhythm. Melissa whimpered and then seemed to pull herself back away from me. She got very tense and rigid. I slowed and flattened my tongue out and licked very slowly. Suddenly she began bucking and moaning. Her belly quivered. She shook all over and then her orgasm quieted. She breathed deep and slowly. She looked me in the eye but was silent. I moved up to line up with her hips. My cock was hard and ready. I looked into her eyes. "Melissa, I really do love you." I slipped my cock into her a little at a time. Her pussy was very tight, but very wet. When I was almost fully in her, I adjusted my knees and then thrust hard and flexed my cock.Melissa moaned loudly. "Oh, God! You're showing out, aren't you?" She chuckled and we began our rhythm; our dance of love.I pumped steadily and watched her tits jiggle and roll with me. I pulled her legs higher and began pounding with more force. I went faster. Melissa moaned and began to squirm. I seemed to lose control. My cock had taken charge and it exploded a huge load of cum into this little lady that I love.I eased down to lay beside her and cover us with a blanket. She buried her face in my neck. "Steven, that was incredible. I love you.""Steven, baby, I need you to wake up." She said. I was out of it. "I don't mind if they find us here, but we need to be dressed, OK."

Mountain Christmas in the arms of an old friend.By PapaBear76. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. "Wait. Please stop. Turn your cute little ass around and come back here..."A couple of days before Christmas, my girls and I loaded into my aging Jeep Cherokee and headed for their grandparent's home in the mountains. Upon finding out that my socialite ex-wife was "doing Christmas in Hawaii" I had been on top of the world. See, I love the rest of that family with all my heart.My own family was almost gone. We lost Dad some years back. My brother and his family moved to South Florida and our mom was wasting away in a nursing home, her mind long lost.I had married the middle of three girls. She was "the pretty one". She had modeled and done a bit of acting. Something snapped in her when our youngest, Katie, was four years old. Rebecca, the ex, wanted to chase the glamour again. With a sudden demand for mature models, she took off. We divorced and she took up with some douche-bag producer. They seem to make money. They jet around and meet celebrities. She sends money for the girls. She was missing the growth of two wonderful young ladies. Good riddance.My former in-laws, Charlie and Joan had a beautiful place up in the Rocky Mountains. They bought and paid for it long ago when mountain land was cheap. I love to visit and take my two girls, Judith and Katie. I pick my times when Rebecca will not be there. It's not that we don't get along. I just can't listen to her prattle on about their travels and celebs she met. It ranges from annoying to nails on a chalk board.The eldest girl was Elizabeth, Betty to the family, was tall and slim like her dad and Rebecca. Her features were slightly masculine but pretty. In her life she had had boyfriends and girlfriends. Mostly she kept her relations away from the family. Most recently she had a long running thing with a handsome older man named Daniel. They seemed happy together. Betty smiled more than I ever knew her to.Then there was Melissa, the youngest. Missy, to the family. She wasn't tall and slim like her dad and sisters. She was short like her mom and carried some extra weight. She actually had a nice figure under the clothes she wore. I had seen her in a classic one-piece swimsuit. She was impressive. Melissa was a buxom little lady with a small waist and a round bottom. Most of her winter wardrobe went straight down from her bust to her hips. This made her appear to be shaped like a beer keg. But oh, what a face. She was genuinely cute with her mom's light blue eyes, eyes that I could easily get lost in.We made our last pit stop before climbing the mountains. With the snow everywhere, our trip was taking much longer than normal. I escorted Judith and Katie to the ladies room of a clean truck stop. I waited, then walked them back to the Jeep and locked them inside with snacks. Then I went in and took care of my own business. That's our procedure. Too many horrible people in the world these days. Judith saw to letting our tabby cat, Tabby use her litter box in the floor of the car. Finally, we were ready to get back on the road.Although it was midday, we wanted to wait about eating more than just a snack until we got to Charlie and Joan's house. There would be lots of food and Christmas treats. There was more snow on the road. I put the Jeep in four-wheel high range. I had good tires. It would be slow but easy. With Tabby back in her carrier, the girls got under blankets in the back seat. The heater in the car works great. Eight-year-old, Katie said looking at all the snow made her cold. Eleven-year-old Judith returned to her headphones listening to "God knows what." Katie smiled. She was happy that she was going to "Grandma Joanie's". Clearly, Katie was enjoying her childhood more than Judith was her own. Judith had been old enough to question her mother's leaving. She was now facing her twelfth year and the changes it would bring.On most of the road, the highway department had done a fine job. In other places, the Jeep was doing it's part like a champ. As we traveled, my mind went back to Sweet Melissa. Thank you, Greg Allman.The first time I got to spend any time around Melissa, I knew that I had married the wrong sister. There was something about her. Anytime I was near her, I felt this force acting through the core of my body. It was like gravity or magnetism. I could feel something inside me reaching and pulling me to her. The look in her eyes or the touch of her hand was magical.The last time we were together, I messed things up. At least, I think I did. It was over a year before. I had been divorced for a couple of years. Melissa was still married, although they had filed for divorce. Her dork husband had gone back home to his mother. She and I, sort of, paired off Thanksgiving a year ago. We laughed and joked. We flirted uncontrollably. After a few drinks, we went out to Charlie's combination workshop and man-cave.Once out there and in private, we suddenly had nothing to say. We both knew why we were there. We kissed for the first time, then the second through fifth and so on. Something came over both of us. I turned her around and hugged her from behind. I moved my hands slowly so that she could stop me at any time. I massaged her full breasts and all down her torso. I firmly pressed my fingers against her crotch. I felt the contours of her elegant, plump pussy. When she showed no objection, I kissed her neck and slipped my fingers into the sides of her jeans. I started pushing them down. "Steven, you can't be serious. We can't." I pushed her jeans to the bottom of her round cheeks. I gently pushed her to bend over the stool at her father's workbench. I was not aware of when my cock got hard, but it was ready. I aimed it at Melissa's crotch. With a shove, I was fully inside her. She moaned and whined. "I can't believe you did that. I can't believe we are doing this. Oh!" She was very wet and soft. Her round soft cheeks were cold against my thighs, while her pussy was steaming hot. I quickly shot my load into her warm pussy. She yanked her pants back up laughing. "You are a horrible, horrible person. God!" We kissed again. "You know I'm still married. And, you are my brother-in-law.""Just by technicality. I haven't been a brother-in-law for two years and I've wanted you for so long." I said.It was ever so brief, a quickie. But it changed things so much. The wall between us that kept us at arm's length had been broken. It was a safety curtain that made it OK to touch and talk and say, "I love you" without it meaning more than family and friend. Now things were awkward and reserved. The line between us wasn't just blurred, it was gone. We hardly ever talked, and I had trouble looking at her.When we arrived at Charlie and Joan's, my heart fell. Elizabeth's Subaru caked with dirty ice was on the side of the drive. Charlie's big Blazer was at the head of the driveway. He had cleared a spot for me. How would Melissa have gotten there? Was she not there? Did she stay away because of me? We unloaded our bags and the cat carrier. Then Charlie helped me with the gifts. Hugs all around.I stood in the living room holding my former mother-in-law in a hug. "It's so good to be here, Joanie, I've missed you so much." My eyes kept dashing around."We've all missed you, Steven. Thank you for coming and bringing the girls. This is going to be a great Christmas." Joan said with some happy tears.I spotted movement in the dining area. Melissa brought platters of food to the table. "Are you guys hungry?" She asked without looking at me."Yes. We skipped lunch to come and eat here. Everything looks wonderful." I said and followed her back into the kitchen. I touched her shoulder. "I didn't get to hug you yet." We embraced and held each other for a minute. No one else came into the kitchen. I tried to kiss her, but she turned her head and I just got cheek. "Girl, we've got to talk. This awkward stuff sucks." I said in her ear as Elizabeth came into the kitchen.Elizabeth hugged me again smiling. "Steve, it's so good to see you. I didn't realize how bad I missed you until I saw you. Daniel is napping upstairs. I'm going to wake him. You guys eat. We're taking your girls into town to see a movie and the Christmas lights.""Sounds like fun, but I've been driving for five hours. I need a good stretch and a nap, myself." I said."Then, I've got a job for you, son." Charlie said coming into the kitchen. "You can stay here and keep the fireplaces going. If you bring in firewood and fill the racks, then you can have some of this for a reward." Charlie pulled a bottle of top shelf rye whiskey from a cabinet."Now that's a deal." I said. The house was an oversize log home with fireplaces at each end. Each fireplace was fitted with a high-efficiency heater inserts. Charlie had a crew come in the summer and cut wood on his property for winter. That left wood to be carried in. It was a chore that I could handle with ease, but I wanted help.Just before sitting to eat with the girls, I caught another private moment with Melissa. "Please stay here with me today. Please, Missy. I need us to be good again."Melissa looked up. It was the first time she had dared look me in the eyes since our illicit quickie. Tears were pooling in her pretty blue eyes. "OK." Was all she said.Now in her grandparent's home, Judith was grinning and embracing her childhood again. She and Katie were excited and happy. We enjoyed sandwiches on toasted rye bread for lunch. Everyone loaded into Charlie's Blazer with bundles of winter clothes. They were going to see the latest animated feature and then walk around the small town. Lights and decorations were everywhere.I was very tired. Five hours of driving through snow had drained me. Still, I wanted time with Melissa. I decided to get the firewood hauling out of the way. It would be a good workout after the long drive. There were large wood racks beside each fireplace. There was also a big wood box beside the back door. All of these were empty. It was a bigger job than I thought. I carried several loads before Melissa came to help. She was bundled in a parka, scarf and hat. She carried smaller loads in silence.When we had the wood box finally filled, I had had enough of the silence. I scooped up all the snow that I could hold in one hand. When Melissa turned around, I gently shoved the snow into her face. I stood there waiting for a reaction. Then I realized that she wasn't laughing. She was softly crying. "Why did you do that?""Breaking the ice... on you." I laughed nervously. I have a unique talent for doing the wrong thing at the wrong time. "Come on. Let's warm up." I didn't give her a chance to argue or go into the house. Instead, I pulled her into the workshop."Back to the scene of the crime?" She asked. Melissa took off her scarf and hat. She dropped her coat on the old sofa and worked on drying the snowmelt from her face."Melissa, I'm sorry things have gotten so weird between us. I'm so sorry. You are one of my favorite people in the world." I pleaded."You are sorry that I'm a favorite person?" She said."No. I'm not sorry for that. I'm sorry I messed us up. Please, Melissa. I have so many regrets about that day." I said with my foot in my mouth up to the knee.Melissa grabbed her coat and bolted out the door and into the cold and snow."Wait. Please stop. Turn your cute little ass around and come back here... I love you."In two more steps, Melissa came to a halt and slowly turned around. "My ass isn't cute or little.""Bullshit.""You don't mean that. You can't love me." she protested."Why the hell can't I?" I asked.Melissa starting walking slowly back to the shop. The cold began to slice through her sweater. She jogged the last few steps and into my arms. I hugged her and pushed the door closed behind her. I kissed her softly and slowly for a long time. She started crying again."Missy, please don't cry. We should be happy. We are here with your family. It's Christmas. The snow is beautiful." I said and tried to kiss her again."The snow is a pain in the ass. I had to fly and then get dad to drive two hours to get me." She said."I wondered how you got here." I said. We sat on the old sofa. The gas heater was struggling to keep the workshop warm. "I was so afraid that you didn't come.""I couldn't stay away from the folks at Christmas. That's just not done. Dad is so mad at Rebecca that he won't say her name." She chuckled. "I've been so nervous about seeing you.""I know what you mean. I've thought of you every day. I've thought of how we were before and what we did. It kills me how we are now. I need you back in my life." I said."You said that you regretted it. That hurts me, Steven.""I don't regret having sex with you. I regret that it messed up our friendship. I regret that I didn't take you to bed and make love to you properly. I would regret marrying Rebecca, if it weren't for my girls.""I carried such a crush for you. Then you just threw me over that stool and did me. I walked around with your stuff running out of me the rest of the day. I didn't feel used, but it was hollow. It should have been better. Then I didn't know how to relate to you.""Since the first day that I really got to know you, I knew that I married the wrong person. I've always felt myself drawn to you like a magnet. When I heard you were getting a divorce, something went off in my head. I should have kissed you and told you how I felt." I said."You can't love me. I'm already your daughters' aunt. We're already family." Melissa said."You know that's silly. You and I aren't related. Have you dated since you and Tim split up?""Well, no, I haven't, nosey. It's too soon.""Is it too soon? Or have you had something else on your mind?" "I asked. Let's go in the house. I need to make sure that Tabby hasn't torn the decorations down."Inside, we freshened up and made some tea. Melissa seemed to relax. We sat in front of the living room fireplace. We are both teachers, so we talked shop. We were back to avoiding the "us" issue."Did you and Becky ever make love there in front of the fireplace?" Melissa asked, smiling."No. She didn't want to get caught. She didn't want to do it on the floor. Your sister isn't very romantic." I said."Liz has done it there with a few people." Melissa said laughing. "Mom and dad, do it there sometime."I laughed. "Good for them. I love your folks so much. How about you, Missy? Have you ever done the deed by the fireside?"Melissa blushed very red and giggled. "I'm not saying.""Oh, no. You have to say. You can't just leave it hanging out there.""I did it by myself there one time. Well, a few times." She laughed and blushed. "I didn't have a partner. I was here by myself. It looked so pretty, and the fire was warm. I just lay there and took care of myself.""If you want it done right..." I said. "I'd dearly love to make love to you there or in your big bed upstairs.""Steven, we can't. I can't have another quickie or one-time thing with you. I can't." She said sadly."I wasn't lying when I said that I love you." I said. "If you can't be my lover, then I still want you to find a way to love me as a friend again.""You don't want me like that. I'm not pretty. I'm short and fat. You were with Becky all those years. Her body is perfect. I can't wear red because dogs think I'm a fire hydrant." Melissa said, getting her humor back."That's a funny joke, but it's not true. You are a very cute lady. Your smile always makes me smile. I've seen you in a swimsuit. You have a crazy little body on you. You keep it hidden from the world and from yourself. Besides, Rebecca may be beautiful, but she is an insufferable chore. She was a chore even back when things were the best with us." I leaned to her and kissed her. That time she was eager. "Let's exchange these teacups for whiskey glasses and take Charlie's rye back to the den. We'll make that fireplace ours."Melissa disappeared upstairs for a few minutes. There was a stack of blankets in the den for me to use sleeping on the couch there. I spread some blankets out on top of the old cord rug in front of the fire. I gathered pillows and made us a little nest. I had just sipped the spicy rye whiskey when Melissa came to me. Even in her flannel gown, she looked so fine.We lay in front of the fireplace. The orange glow of the fire on her soft face was beautiful. Christmas lights sparkled reflections in her eyes. We kissed with easy passion. I gently rubbed her bra-less chest. Her breasts were full and firm. Her nipples were firm and swollen. She seemed to coo softly as we kissed."Steven, are you sure this is what you want? Am I really who you want to be with?""Yes, Sweet Melissa. You are the only woman that I ever think of." I kissed her again. I began unbuttoning her gown. It had occurred to me that I had sex with her and not seen her nude. My hand trembled slightly as I spread her gown open and saw her chest for the first time. "Oh, Melissa! You are beautiful; just perfect." Her tits were even prettier that I thought they would be. They were full and round. Lying on her back made them flatten slightly around her perfect nipples. I leaned to her and kissed the side of her boob. She pulled my head to her. I kissed and suckeled the tit closest to me. I massaged the other and felt how the fire had warmed her skin. I finished with the buttons and discovered that Melissa had left off her panties. She was serious about this too."Steve, I love you. I've wanted you for so long. I made this awkward. I never believed that I could really be with you. You are so handsome and sweet you are a great father to the girls. I love you so much.""Will you just relax and let this happen?" She was propped up and comfortable on pillows. I kissed my way down to her plump little mound. Sometime recently, she had shaved herself bare and smooth. I smiled at her. When I spread her open, she was dripping wet. Rivulets of sweet cream were running out of her and down to her ass. She smelled of soap, perfume and sweet, mellow pussy. She lurched when I licked her the first time. I went easy and gently tickled the sides of her labia. I worked my way up to a more aggressive pace. When she began to handle it better, I hugged her hips and assaulted her clit with my lips and tongue. We rocked in rhythm. Melissa whimpered and then seemed to pull herself back away from me. She got very tense and rigid. I slowed and flattened my tongue out and licked very slowly. Suddenly she began bucking and moaning. Her belly quivered. She shook all over and then her orgasm quieted. She breathed deep and slowly. She looked me in the eye but was silent. I moved up to line up with her hips. My cock was hard and ready. I looked into her eyes. "Melissa, I really do love you." I slipped my cock into her a little at a time. Her pussy was very tight, but very wet. When I was almost fully in her, I adjusted my knees and then thrust hard and flexed my cock.Melissa moaned loudly. "Oh, God! You're showing out, aren't you?" She chuckled and we began our rhythm; our dance of love.I pumped steadily and watched her tits jiggle and roll with me. I pulled her legs higher and began pounding with more force. I went faster. Melissa moaned and began to squirm. I seemed to lose control. My cock had taken charge and it exploded a huge load of cum into this little lady that I love.I eased down to lay beside her and cover us with a blanket. She buried her face in my neck. "Steven, that was incredible. I love you.""Steven, baby, I need you to wake up." She said. I was out of it. "I don't mind if they find us here, but we need to be dressed, OK."

“Sweet Melissa - Pt. 2” - Guest Melissa Gilbert

“Sweet Melissa - Pt. 1” - Guest Melissa Gilbert

Jon greets a tree with his tie rod. Find out who wins… needless to say Jon had to meet a special someone at Autozone to get a part…Support the show

Turns out there is another woman on earth. She's the woman of Phil's dreams. Too bad he just got married.Intro music is Wes's old punk band Outer Party. Outro music is a song called These Feelings by a band called Death on Mars.You can connect with us at wesandmikewastetime@gmail.comTwitter: https://twitter.com/WesandMikeInstagram: https://www.instagram.com/wesandmikewastetime/?hl=enFacebook: Wes and Mike Waste Time Watching TV https://www.facebook.com/groups/373533394535396

Have you ever felt like you were the only lonely person walking down a boulevard? Well we've got news for you. You're not alone. 90% of all humans have felt like they're the only one who can understand themselves before their brain finishes developing at age 25. Evan, Andrew, and Joanna Hausmann dive in to what makes Green Day the perfect band for the adolescent mind, why Boulevard of Broken Dreams is the musical equivalent of dogs playing poker, and if Green Day have sold out or not.  Guest: Joanna Hausmann You can now watch the video version of this episode HERE! Walk-in music: ‘Good' by Better Than Ezra; ‘Sweet Melissa' by The Allman Brothers; ‘Toxic' by Britney Spears. Follow Punch Up The Jam on Twitter and Instagram Get the punch-ups for yourself and support the show on Patreon Like the show? Rate Punch Up The Jam 5 stars on Spotify and Apple Podcasts and leave a review for Andrew and Evan. Advertise on Punch Up The Jam via Gumball.fmSee omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

The Weekend Sinner goes to Secrets Hideaway and Jenny Red goes to the strip club! Secrets Hideaway is a swingers resort in Kissimmee and there where plenty of shenanigans. Jenny Red goes to her first strip club. Special guests Princess Kendra, Sweet Melissa and George!

Part 2 of Secrets and Strip Clubs. Princess Kendra gets Dominant with a German submissive. Sweet Melissa gives her sex toy tips and much more...

Bonus sneak peek of Ramble on the Road, the premium companion podcast to Ramble by the River. Available on Patreon.com. Subscribe by clicking the link at the top of the page--> Ramblebytheriver.com. If you are having thoughts of suicide, there is someone who can help. Call the https://suicidepreventionlifeline.org (National Suicide Prevention Lifeline) 800-273-8255. Keywords: Pets; dog cancer; Dylan's Cottage Bakery; baked goods; fasting; body awareness; calorie deficit; endocrine system; hormones; body types; body building; joint health; Kai Green; body-shaming; objectification; chem trails; conspiracies; climate change; forest fires; Department of Defense; military strategy; Agent orange; Vietnam; Yellowstone National Park; Palm Springs; Joshua Tree National Park; Kevin Kostner; Yellowstone flooding; solar power; National Parks; Seasonal Depression; Seasonal Affect Disorder; Alaska fisheries; weed control; ecology; death; mortality; bonsai trees; Japanese garden; meditation; stress-relief; cortisol; sauna; quantum physics; quantum mechanics; consciousness; aliens; alien civilizations; Lex Friedman Podcast; existential threats; Spotify; Tik-Tok; algorithms; Werewolves of London; China Road; Hong Kong; Doobie Brothers; Sweet Melissa; Midnight Rider; Ramblin Man; Waco Tron; acceptance; free will; suicide; suicidal ideation; drug addiction; mortality; self-sabotage; self-love, self-care; self-abuse; grave digging; funeral home; drugs; drug abuse; working out; hip pain; reverse hyper. Ramble by the River Links: ·      Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/ramblebytheriver (Patreon.com/ramblebytheriver) ·      Website: http://ramblebytheriver.com/ (Ramblebytheriver.com) ·      Business: ramblebytheriver@gmail.com ·      Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/jeff.nesbitt.9619/ (https://www.facebook.com/jeff.nesbitt.9619/) ·      Instagram: https://instagram.com/ramblebytheriver (https://instagram.com/ramblebytheriver) ·      Twitter: https://twitter.com/rambleriverpod (https://twitter.com/rambleriverpod) ·      Podcast host: Ramblebytheriver.captivate.fm

A special episode of the Women Who Travel podcast, presented by Fort Meyers. If you're anything like us, your first instinct is to cram as much as possible into a trip—from meals to bars to vintage shops to museums, the list goes on. We're here to tell you to slow down. This week, we're talking about slow travel, a way of moving through the world that's all about intention, observation, and yes, literally moving more slowly. To help you find your way, we invited Rachel Schwartzmann, a New York-based writer and the host of Slow Stories, a podcast all about slowing down in a digital world, and Melissa Donahue, owner and executive chef at Sweet Melissa's in sleepy Sanibel, Florida, to share their tactics for embracing slow travel, whether it's taking time off just to wander around your own neighborhood or prioritizing digital detoxes on vacation. Follow Rachel: @rachelschwartzmann Follow Melissa: sweetmelissascafe.com Follow Lale: @lalehannah Follow Meredith: @ohheytheremere Follow Women Who Travel: @womenwhotravel Sign up for the newsletter: cntraveler.com/newsletter/subscribe Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices

Women's Summit: Some of the best and brightest minds from female entrepreneurs in the Valley! - Marisa Sergi of Luva Bella and Red Blends - Deloran Muransky Thompson of Ivory and Birch - Melissa Poland of Sweet Melissa's  - Annabelle Himes of Heroes and Tiara's 

Sweet news! We just learned that Sweet Melissa’s Ice Cream is now offering packaged pints of four of their ice cream flavors. The 12-year-old business is working with a partner to package the ice cream. Packaged pints of Sweet Melissa’s ice cream now available in four flavors Subscribe to the 14850 Dining Podcast in iTunes or Google Play, RadioPublic, or RSS Feed, or follow 14850 Dining on Facebook, Instagram, and Twitter or sign up for our newsletter.

Agradece a este podcast tantas horas de entretenimiento y disfruta de episodios exclusivos como éste. ¡Apóyale en iVoox! Hoy os dejamos un nuevo programa de La Gran Travesía dedicado a lo mejor de la Historia del Rock, con grupos como Led Zeppelin, Sweet, Melissa Etheridge, Beth Hart. También recordaros que hemos abierto la posibilidad de patrocinar mensualmente el programa La Gran Travesía, así como la emisora Radio Free Rock y la web. Simplemente tenéis que poneros en contacto con nosotros en https://radiofreerock.com/hablamos/Escucha este episodio completo y accede a todo el contenido exclusivo de La Gran Travesía. Descubre antes que nadie los nuevos episodios, y participa en la comunidad exclusiva de oyentes en https://go.ivoox.com/sq/489260

Sweet Melissa is taking donations for the fat boy challenge for the knee on the back of the neck also looking for a woman to break day 25 virginity please help

Sweet Melissa owned and bemoaned Planet Randy my house boy the homophobic man that he is living with his mother

The coronavirus spreads will Dave debate Sweet Melissa the 45th the hunch mr. Donald Trump gives in

Patti goes one-on-one with our very own Sweet Melissa to find out what makes her amazing kitchen tick.

Episode 7 of Season 8 on Afterlife TV: I’m excited about this episode, because we discuss what it’s like for spirits immediately after their physical death. I talk about the stages of reintegration back into the spiritual dimension from the physical. For instance, I explain what spirits eat, wear, and where they live. But more importantly, I talk about the transitionary phase and why the spiritual realities of time and space don’t allow for it in the way we commonly imagine it. Yet there is lots of evidence of the life review stage, so I explain how all this really works considering spirits are beings of light, which will make perfect sense to you after the show. Later in the show, I play a clip from an interview I did with Anita Moorjani. Anita had a near-death experience and a truly mind-blowing recovery considering she was dying from end-stage cancer. This clip adds a lot of insight into what it’s like as a spirit in the spirit world, which is why I’ve added it. The lessons we gain from this short clip include how our loved ones in spirit feel our emotions, how they are able to think of us and be aware of our lives instantly, and even how they have the ability to change the future (really cool). Thanks to my wife, Sweet Melissa, for her photos. And thank YOU for listening/watching this episode. Please let me know how you benefited or were comforted by the show. And please follow us or subscribe on Facebook, Twitter, YouTube and AfterlifeTV.com. If you sign up for our newsletter, you’ll never miss an episode. Much love, Bob Olson ~ AfterlifeTV.com & BobOlson.com SHOW NOTES: TO WATCH This Show, Visit http://www.afterlifetv.com/ OR YOUTUBE: http://www.YouTube.com/afterlifetvchannel TO LISTEN as a podcast on iTunes: https://itunes.apple.com/us/podcast/afterlifetv-with-bob-olson/id529018781 THANKS TO OUR SPONSOR: Best Psychic Directory (all psychics and mediums personally chosen by Bob Olson) https://www.bestpsychicdirectory.com CHERYL RICHARDSON'S EPISODE: The 5 Faces of Grief https://www.afterlifetv.com/2018/02/13/5-faces-grief-cheryl-richardson/ BRIAN WEISS EPISODE: What Past Life Regression Teaches Us About Life After Death https://www.afterlifetv.com/2015/04/16/what-past-life-regression-teaches-us-about-life-after-death-dr-brian-weiss/ BOOK THAT HELPS YOU WRITE YOUR OWN OBITUARY OR MEMOIR: Having the Last Say: Capturing Your Legacy in One Small Story by Alan Gelb https://www.amazon.com/Having-Last-Say-Capturing-Legacy/dp/0399174877 ANSWERS ABOUT THE AFTERLIFE AUDIOBOOK NOW AVAILABLE! https://www.amazon.com/Answers-about-Afterlife-Investigators-Mysteries/dp/B07D7HQ685 ANITA MOORJANI EPISODE: A Fascinating Near Death Experience During A Coma & A Powerful Message That Could Change Your Life https://www.afterlifetv.com/2011/12/07/a-fascinating-near-death-experience-during-a-coma-a-powerful-message-that-could-change-your-life/ ANITA MOORJANI'S BOOKS ON AMAZON: https://www.amazon.com/Anita-Moorjani/e/B006IMNHFY .......................................... The Magic Mala: A Story That Changes Lives (paperback, Kindle & audiobook) https://www.amazon.com/Magic-Mala-Story-Changes-Lives/dp/0965601919/ Magic Mala Moments - Did you have a magical moment after reading The Magic Mala? Share your stories and read others' experiences: https://bobolson.com/stories/ Answers About the Afterlife https://www.answersabouttheafterlife.com/ BEST PSYCHIC DIRECTORY (sponsor): https://www.bestpsychicdirectory.com BOB'S AUTHOR WEBSITE Answers About the Afterlife & The Magic Mala https://www.BobOlson.com .......................................... AFTERLIFE TV NEWSLETTER - Don't miss new episodes! Get notified. http://eepurl.com/jZiyb TELL YOUR AFTERLIFE STORY for Afterlife TV: https://www.afterlifetv.com/story iTunes PODCAST (leave a review of the show, please): https://itunes.apple.com/us/podcast/afterlifetv-with-bob-olson/id529018781

Having crushed on this man since I was old enough to crush, imagine my honor (and excitement) over getting to talk with him for my podcast! He's as down-to-earth as he is talented! Want to know who sweet Melissa is in Could It Be Magic? And want to know who he admits to stealing the chords for the song from? Better listen in! Learn more about your ad-choices at https://news.iheart.com/podcast-advertisers

We travel back through time to learn the story of Melissa Parker, the widow of Dr. John Parker. Website: www.parkerpodcast.com Twitter: www.twitter.com/parkerpodcast Facebook: www.facebook.com/parkerpodcast MAIN CAST Dan Zappulla as Himself | Jen Zappulla as Rachel | Addison Peacock as Melissa Parker | Adam Woolley as Dr. John Parker | David Cummings as Steve Arnold | Lauren Nelson as Janet Mayer | Erika Sanderson as Nora | Candace Neal as Valerie Mayer | Marty Kopp as Michael Mayer | Peter Lalush as Bobby | For more information on our cast members, please visit www.parkerpodcast.com.

Can you paint with all the colors of the wind?! That’s right, it’s time for POCAHONTAS on “Dudes Love Disney: The Happiest Podcast on Earth!” Join us just around the river bend with our special guest Sweet Melissa!

Chip Jones, guitarist, singer, and longtime friend of ours joins us in the studio. Chip currently plays professionally around Atlanta and the Southeast doing cover gigs at bars and restaurants, and also writes and performs his own music. For over 10 years he has been involved in Atlanta's "Jam-Band" scene both as performer (The Gordon Shay Band / Ballyhoo Orchestra) and avid supporter of local bands. In addition to our usual discussion, Chip first performs one of his own tunes integrating a real-time "phrase sampler" / "looper" to layer his guitar track so he can solo over himself (he'll explain), and then Bryan and Ira join him to play some Led Zep at the end of the show (not to be missed!) Go see Chip live! http://www.myspace.com/chipjonesco Enjoy! Please contact us at twofacesradio@gmail.com or our Facebook Page. The Band Merchandise company that is currently promoting Two Faces Radio on their home page: http://soundwavemerch.com/ P.S. - the name of the restaurant in Decatur that Ira could not remember during the show was "Sweet Melissa's"

This week's playlist: • Strange Feeling by Michael Burks, from Iron Man (2008); available from Alligator Records and the iTunes Music Store. Visit MichaelBurks.com for more information. • No Good News by Janet Ryan and Straight Up! from Passion and Fire (2002); available from CD Baby and the iTMS. Visit JanetRyan.com for nore information. • Down In The Neighborhood by Marcia Ball, from Peace, Love & BBQ (2008); available from Alligator Records and the iTMS. Visit MarciaBall.com for more information. • Hooked On You by Albert Collins, from Cold Snap (1986), available from Alligator Records and the iTMS. Visit Albert's bio page at the Alligator site for more information. • The Spirit, Nothing's Got Me and Sweet Melissa (live), all by Chris Juergensen, and all from Strange Phenomena (2008); available from CD Baby, FretTunes.com and the iTMS. Visit ChrisJuergensen.com for more information. • What About Love by Little Mike And The Tornadoes, from Prime Chops Volume Two (1993); available from Blind Pig Records and the iTMS. What About Love is also a track on the LMATT album Payday (1992), available from Blind Pig Records and the iTMS. Visit this page at the Blind Pig Records site for more information. • Didn't Know She Was Married by Chumslick Nick and the Sharks. Visit ChumslickNickandtheSharks.com or their page at GarageBand.com for more information. • Has Anybody Seen My Money? by Dale Jackson, downloaded from Dale's page at Garageband.com. Mentioned during this show: The Blues Music Awards, The Blues Foundation, The Grand Casino Tunica, The Ground Zero Blues Club. Excellent online resources for more information about the blues: The Blues Foundation and the Delta Blues Museum; and be sure to download and listen to the DBM's top-notch (and free) podcast, the Uncensored History of the Blues. Be sure to read Today's Chicago Blues by Karen Hanson, an excellent guide to all things blues in present-day Chicago. (Music on Murphy's Saloon #120 courtesy of the artists and the Podsafe Music Network, the PROMONET program of the Independent Online Distribution Alliance, Download.com or Garageband.com)

As Lesbians, we feel that it's our birthright to demand...and get...good, hard-rocking Melissa Etheridge songs. We'll do whatever it takes to get Melissa into that angry, depressed place that all those good songs come from. We'll even take the time to slip some lacy g-string underwear laced with perfume into Tammy's car if that's what's required.

This week's playlist: • Rabbit by Ray Wylie Hubbard, from Snake Farm (2006). Visit RayWylie.com and send email to judy@raywylie.com for more information. • That's No Way To Get Along by Richard Johnston (with Jessie Mae Hemphill), from Foothill Stomp (2002), available from the store at Richard's Web site. Visit RichardJohnston.com and Richard's MySpace page for more information. • High Country Blues by Harrison Kennedy, from High Country Blues (2007), available from Electro-Fi Records and the iTMS. Visit HarrisonKennedy.ca for more information. • Sweet Home New Orleans by Phillip Walker, from Going Back Home (2007), available from DeltaGrooveProductions.com and the iTMS. Visit PhillipWalker.com for more information. • In The Windy City, Red Shoe Shuffle and On My Way Home by The Chicago Thieves, from In The Windy City (2007), soon to be available from an online store at their site. Visit ChicagoThieves.co.uk for more information and/or send email to cgiles29@aol.com. • Big Easy (Ain't Easy No More) by Mark Hummel, from Ain't Easy No More (2006), available from Electro-Fi Records and the iTMS. Visit MarkHummel.com for more information. • Sweet Melissa by Chris Juergensen, from Big Bad Sun (2005), available from CD Baby and the iTMS. Visit ChrisJuergensen.com to buy Big Bad Sun directly, and for more information. • Mr. Bowman by Paul Yates, by Paul Yates, included on the compilation Blues And Roots, Vol, 4 (2007), available from BluesandRootsPromotions.com. Mr. Bowman is is the title track of Paul's debut CD (release date unknown). Also available: But Of Course (2004) from Guitar 9 Records. • Bring On The Night by The Jerry Henry Band, from Bake Sale, Volume Four (2007), available by mail from the Great Northern Blues Society in Wausau, WI. Also available from CD Baby: Rockin' The Blues (2003). Visit JerryHenryBand.com for more information. Mentioned during this show: Rich Palmer and Audio Gumshoe; Paul, the music lover, and Indie Music Sampler; The Eel Pie Club. Excellent online resources for more information about the blues: The Blues Foundation and the Delta Blues Museum; and be sure to download and listen to the DBM's top-notch (and free) podcast, the Uncensored History of the Blues. Be sure to read Today's Chicago Blues by Karen Hanson, an excellent guide to all things blues in present-day Chicago. Also, look me up at MySpace, Facebook, and/or Twitter (Music on Murphy's Saloon #101 courtesy of the artists and the Podsafe Music Network, the PROMONET program of the Independent Online Distribution Alliance, Download.com or Garageband.com)

We started off this show with .Boogie to the Blues. by Alvin Jett and the Phat noiZ Blues Band. Who else are we gonna hear to satisfy our blues fix? Well, how about , My Momma She Don't Love me; , Jump That Jetty; , Basin Street Blues; , Kissin My Love; , Sweet Delta Sunrise; , Biscuits n Molasses; , Evil Ways; Turkey Leg Woman; , Hungry; , Sweet Melissa; , Wrapped Around Your Finger; , Tell Me How Long; and the , Wiggle Room.      

  This week's playlist: • Come Out Baby by Chris Juergensen, from the album Big Bad Sun, available through Chris' page at Magnatunes.com. Also available at Magnatunes: the album Prospects. • Sweet Melissa by Chris Juergensen, also from Big Bad Sun. • Please Let Me Explain by Reverend Raven, featuring Madison Slim, from the CD Live At Blues on Grand (2004), available from CD Baby. In addition, CD Baby has the Rev's first CD, Slow Burn (1998). • Bee Hive Baby by Reverend Raven, featuring Madison Slim, also from Live At Blues on Grand. • I Want To Talk About You by EB Davis and The Superband, from the album I Want To Talk About You. EB has his own online store, where you can order his CDs. You can also learn more at his MySpace page, and at EB Davis.com. • Fool For The Ladies by EB Davis and The Superband, also from I Want To Talk About You. • Hammer Down by Russell "The Hitman" Alexander and The Hitman Blues Band, from their 2003 album Angel in the Shadows, available from the iTunes Music Store. For more information about Russ and the band, go to their page at Garageband, their MySpace page or the band site. Also available from the iTMS: the 2000 album Blooztown. • Listen To The Wind by Russell "The Hitman" Alexander and The Hitman Blues Band, also from Angel in the Shadows. Although not mentioned on tonight’s show, very cool blues-related links worth a visit: the Delta Blues Museum and their podcast, Uncensored History of the Blues. And remember, you do not have to own one of the most popular mp3 players on the planet to enjoy Murphy’s Saloon away from your computer: visit No iPod Required for more information. (Music on Murphy’s Saloon #29 courtesy of these very independent artists, the Podsafe Music Network, CD Baby or Magnatune.com)