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There are 96 days until MACtion returns. Until then, we count the days.
Last year was the first year without Zach Terrell under center at Western Michigan. It was the first for a lot of things, like first year without Corey Davis too, first year with Tim Lester as the head coach, first year for some other receivers to finally get some playing time, but the difference at quarterback stood out.
When Terrell graduated, he was fourth in Mid-American Conference history with 96 touchdowns thrown, tied for fourth in career passing percentage with Ben Roethlisberger and Matt Johnson at .654 and was widely recognized for his career quarterback rating of 157.7.
It was a pretty rough time for Terrell to get things going as a college quarterback. He came in as a true freshman out of Fort Wayne, Ind. (Homestead) and was thrown into a really difficult situation, trying to pick up Tyler Van Tubbergen's slack in the midst of a really bad season. In 2013, Terrell started the final five games of the season and never looked back.
Even after torching UMass for four touchdowns two weeks after his first start, Terrell's freshman year was pretty difficult to play through. The Broncos went 1-11 including a loss to Nichols State and there was a new head coach in P.J. Fleck that hadn't quite won over the crowd for him being a young dude with charisma that's leading his team to, again, a 1-11 season.
After that, things turned around pretty quickly. Terrell's QBR over the next three seasons went up to 167.6 — so things turned out for the better for this quarterback. It helps when that 1-11 season turns into a footnote when Terrell, then a senior, helped take a team up the rankings and was the Group of 5 representative against Wisconsin in the Cotton Bowl.
But last year was the redshirt-sophomore's turn. After studying behind Terrell for two years, Jon Wassink had his chance to start as the new quarterback for the Tim Lester era. Wassink didn't exactly 'wow' anybody and Lester said early on in the season that he'd take things slowly with the new guy.
Wassink's debut season, however, was shortened to nine games after suffering a broken collarbone against Eastern Michigan. For whatever it's worth, Wassink's stat line for his first season was a little better than Terrell's right out of high school.
|Zach Terrell (2013)
|Jon Wassink (2017)
This isn't to say that Wassink is better than Terrell, or that the Lester era has to turn out the same way that the Fleck era did, but what WMU has right now in Wassink had a good first year. And just by having experience alone, Wassink could be poised to have an even better year as a junior — without having to be a Terrell 2.0.


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I spent the summer when I was twenty at home in Eastern Washington working six days a week in the feed and grain store in town. We lived outside of town on land that was farmed, but my mother leased it out to other farmers. She just enjoyed being way out in the country.
Now Eastern Washington has very cold, windy winters and hot, dry summers. My job always saw me sweaty, dusty, grimey, and hot by mid-afternoon at quitting time. This day was no exeption. When I got home I parked my old pickup in the back yard and headed up the back steps into the house. As you came in our back door there was a very short little hallway that led into the kitchen.
Off of that little hallway before you came into the kitchen was what we called the mud room. It had the washer and dryer, a big double laundry sink, some shelves, and a simple shower. The shower was just a base on the floor with a drain and sides that extended up about ten inches, and old fashioned shower sani leinxxx full sex stories story fed by two faucets and pipe that were visible hanging on the wall, and a translucent shower curtain hanging from a square made of pipe hung on the ceiling.
The mud room's purpose was to let you clean the crud off of yourself before tracking it all thru the house. I generally peeled off my dusty clothes and left them in by the washer before going into the house. Some days if I was particularly hot, I'd shower in the mud room when I came in and then just walk naked downstairs to my room in the finished basement.
We were very casual about nudity in our house. At most, my older sisters would wear an an oversized sleep shirt when they were lounging around. We had no air conditioning back then and about the only concession I made to clothes in the house, in the summer anyway, was to pull on an old pair of gym shorts I had from high school days.
It was a running joke in the house that the shorts, which were short and loose fitting did little to conceal anything since I wore them without benefit of underwear. So when I lounged around with my legs propped up on a chair, footstool, or whatever, the loose fitting legs of the shorts usually gaped open, exposing most everything to anyone interested in looking.
But nobody really cared about it in our house. Nudity was just accepted as a normal thing.
When it was really hot it was fairly common for me to find Mom working naked or wearing only her panties as she worked around the house. Our house sat far off of the road and we had no neighbors within sight, so it didn't really matter.
Mom was a well built woman and though her body had thickened a bit with the years, she retained a very female shape with large breasts that hung down a good bit and large hips. She still had a waistline, larger than when she was young, but still there none the less. It was common for me to come home on hot days to see her vacuuming, sweeping, or doing other housework with her breasts swaying to and fro as she worked.
When she was pushing and pulling the upright vacuum back and forth on the rugs it was particularly interesting to see how her xxx sixy storys play and girl blading swung around with the exertion of her right arm and upper body.
We usually had several fans on in the house and she would sometimes stand in front of one of them holding her breasts up so the air could blow underneath them and cool her off some. When I was younger I sometimes masturbated to mental images of Mom and those breasts swinging as she worked. When I came in this hot afternoon, I kicked off my work boots, peeled off my dusty jeans, shirt, boxers, and undershirt and dropped them by the washer on the floor.
Turning on the shower I adjusted in just enough hot water to knock the chill out of the shower spray, then stepped in, closing the shower curtain behind me. I had just finished soaping up my hair and scrubbing my face when I heard Mom calling "That you, Hut?" I rinsed the lather off of my head and face and turned to see her standing naked in the doorway of the mudroom watching me. Now she could clearly see me thru the shower curtain, so I don't know why she asked, but I answered "Yeah Mom, it's me." As I was lathering up my washcloth she remained in the doorway and asked me how my day was.
I told her that it was hot and dusty and then asked her if it was hot here at home. She just said "Lord, yes it was plenty hot enough for me." As I scrubbed my body I saw her still standing there watching me, which didn't bother me, but I said "Did you say something, Mom?" She said "Oh no, I didn't say anything.
I was just admiring what a nice looking young man you've grown into, Hut.
You don't mind me staring at you, do you?" I said "No, stare away, Mom." As I finished rinsing off, I turned off the water and pulled open the shower curtain. Mom reached up on the shelf, pulled down a towel and handed it to me. I stepped out of the shower base onto the mat on the floor and began to dry my hair. Then I stopped and told Mom "I think I'll go out and air dry in the back yard. There's a little bit of an afternoon breeze starting up." With that I headed for the back door with my towel over my shoulder.
I heard Mom behind me say "That sounds like a real good idea" followed by the shower being turned on. Down the back steps and into the yard I walked, went to the irresistible lesbians know how to masturbate properly of the house and grabbed two loungers, one for me and one for Mom, set them up with the back down flat, laid my towel on one of them, then laid down on my stomach, tucking my penis down toward my feet underneath me.
I heard the screen door open and slam shut, turned my face toward it and saw Mom coming down the steps, wet hair hanging down and a towel in her hand. She asked "You don't mind if I come out, too, do you?" I replied "No, Mom. Why should I?" She said "Oh, no reason, I guess." With our house so far back from the road and no neighbors within sight, our backyard was actually very private.
My sisters, mother, and I had often laid out in the sun together naked back there. Mom laid down on her back on the lounger I'd set out for her. Her breasts sagged as much off the sides of her chest as any other direction when she laid on her back like that.
She said "Hut, I forgot the baby oil. Can you go get it?" I asked "Where is it?" She said "There's a bottle on the shelf in the mud room." Now baby oil was almost a magic elixer to Mom. She used it to moisturize her skin, as suntan lotion, and I have no idea what else. I said "Sure, Mom" as I pushed myself up off of the lounger.
As I did, I felt my penis and heat loosened testicals swing down away from my body and saw Mom watching me. I walked past her to the house and returned with her magic oil.
She asked "Would you mind doing my back?" I said "No, of course not" and she got up off the lounger, turned around, and lowered herself down on her stomach.
As she did, those breasts hung well away from her body then after she laid down she raised up her shoulders to arrange them comfortably underneath her. Her face was turned toward me and I went to the side of her lounger, drizzled some oil on her back, bent over, and began to rub it around. She turned her face up toward me as far as she could and said "You're supposed to rub it in, Hut, not just push it around." She looked at me bent over to reach down to her and said "You'll ruin your back bending like that.
Just sit on my legs". I put my right leg across to straddle the lounger then carefully sat down on her upper thighs. I asked "Is that OK?" She said "Sure. Now the oil, please Hut." I said "OK, OK" and drizzled a pretty good amount on her back up between her shoulder blades and rubbed it around.
Once I had it spread around fairly well I leaned way forward and began at her shoulders with a pretty firm massage. I had previously massaged her neck and shoulders many times, so I knew what she liked, but none of those times had included me naked sitting on her legs.
While she had been naked sometimes, our previous sessions were always with her sitting or standing in front of me. As I massaged the oil in on her neck and shoulders I felt my penis engorging. It was basically laying right in her butt crack pointing up her back.
Damn, she'd have to be feeling that. I worked my way down her back massaging it and her sides as I went. As I did her sides I felt my finger tips running over the sides of her squashed breasts where they bulged out from under her.
When I realized that, I spent extra time massaging her sides as I felt my penis get as hard as it could. I scooted down her legs to continue on the small of her back, then scooted a little further so I would have to lean further forward. I added more oil to her lower back and began to massage it in and when I leaned the furthest I could feel my penis rubbing on her thighs just above her knees. When I got to her butt I drizzled more oil back and forth across her cheeks before beginning to massage it in.
With the amount of oil I'd layed across her some of it began to run down her crack so I made sure to chase in down with my fingertips. Each cheek got a deep massage with me kneading them like a big wad of bread dough until I was ready to move on to her thighs. I began on her left thigh with oil drizzled up and down its length then both hands, shaping themselves around her thigh as I massaged it from top to bottom.
After massaging down to her knee I returned to the top to get the sides of her thigh better. I made sure to let my fingertips lightly run over the area where her thigh melded with her butt numerous times. Then I did the same with her right thigh. For her calves, I stood up and moved to the foot of the lounger where I stooped down and gave each one a good massage then stood up and said "OK, all done. How was that?" She just said "Give me a minute." I moved over and sat down on the side of my lounger facing her.
The low lounger put me in a position almost like stooping down with my knees high and, with it still in a raging erection my penis was standing straight up near my abdomen between my spread out thighs.
After a few moments, her head turned on the lounger facing me, she opened her eyes and said "That was wonderful. I feel like I can't move." I saw her eyes looking me up and down, pausing at my obvious erection each time they swept me. I turned and laid back down on my back on my lounger and closed my eyes in the afternoon sun and light breeze. I felt my erection fading and was almost asleep when I heard Mom say "Let me moisturize your back.
You men never even make an attempt at taking care of your skin." I began to protest but Mom cut me off with a simple "Turn over". I knew it was futile to try to disagree so I got up off the lounger, turned around, and laid back down on my stomach, supporting myself with my arms as I got centered on the lounger. I could teen in cute jeans skirt raunchy hard core sex brunette blowjob my heat distended testicals and my only partially engorged penis hanging down as I lowered myself, and after I was down flat, I reached under my abdomen and arranged my penis so it was under me pointing down at my feet.
I put my head down facing Mom on her lounger and said "There, OK?" She said "Yes, that's fine" as she pushed herself up from the lounger, her breasts swinging well away from her chest as she got up.
Oh damn, I could feel my penis engorging again. She picked up the baby oil bottle and sat down on my legs about mid-thigh. I felt the oil being dribbled on my back up between my shoulder blades.
It felt cool as it landed on me. I felt her spread the oil around before beginning a firm massage on my neck and shoulders. As she leaned way over, I felt her breasts touching my back and moving around on it. I think I was almost fully engorged and my penis was straining to be set free from where it was trapped pointing at my feet by the lounger but I just laid still as Mom worked my back.
Her hands were strong and her fingertips reached around to massage up and down on the sides of my rib cage. Other than my penis I was beginning to feel very relaxed.
She worked her way down my back to my butt where, with what felt like a lot of oil, she gave each cheek as good or better massage thans I'd given hers. Her fingertips lightly chased oil down my crack as far as they could go. I felt her move to sit down lower on my legs and then oil being drizzled on the back of my left thigh. She began massaging it with both hands, kneading the muscles with a very firm action.
As her fingertips ran down the inside of my thigh I felt them brush my testicals and penis where they lay trapped by my legs and the lounger. It seemed like the touch was almost accidental but then it progressed into what must have been very intentional.
She moved to my right thigh and it got the same treatment except there was no tentative nature to the way her fingertips brushed my testicals and penis. It felt very intentional from the outset. She got up off my legs and I felt her oil and massage both calves with the same kneading grip.
"There, that's better," she said. I opened my eyes and she was sitting on the side of her lounger facing me and like when I sat on mine, she was almost in a squatting position with her knees high, her breasts practically laying on the tops of her thighs, and young white chick trained to take bbc knees apart giving a full view of everything she had.
She turned and laid back lengthwise on her lounger, arranged her breasts as they sagged slightly off the sides of her chest and closed her eyes. After the massage I felt like I couldn't move and I just laid there with my eyes mostly closed. My relaxed reverie was broken when I heard her say "Can you hand me the oil? I need to do my front." I opened my eyes and saw Mom, still on her back with her face turned toward me. I mumbled "Where is it?" She answered "I left it down by the foot of your lounger." I said "OK" but continued to lay there for a few moments before pushing myself up off the lounger and standing up.
My penis was now semi-erect, standing straight out from my body about parallel to the ground, and I could feel that my testicals were very loose and swinging freely. Mom gave me that once over again as I turned to the foot of my lounger, picked up the oil bottle and turned back to her with it. Putting it in her outstretched hand I said "Here ya' go" and then sat back down on the side of my lounger facing her.
She drizzled a little oil up high on her chest and began to spread it around with one hand. She stopped, looked at me and asked "Would you mind, Hut?" as she reached out with the oil bottle toward me. Without much thought, I said "I guess so and took the bottle from her as I stood up. Setting the bottle down on the side of her lounger leaning into her, I bent over and began to rub the oil in. Looking up at me, Mom said "What did I tell you about bending over like that?" So I straightened up, straddled her lounger, and sat down gently on her thighs.
"Is that OK, Mom, I mean my weight on your legs like that?" I asked. two hot blonde want a group sex and do a titfuck, it's no problem for me" She replied. I leaned forward, added some oil, and began to massage her shoulders and upper chest. Looking down, I saw that my penis was basically lying in her bush.
Finishing with her shoulders and upper chest left me in a bit of a quandary - do I manhandle my mother's breasts? I decided "no", drizzled some oil on her lower chest and abdomen and began to work the oil in. Her eyes popped open and she said "Don't be skipping my tits, Hut.
They need the oil, too." Mom, raised on a farm, always called them tits, shortened from teats. I mean, you never heard a dairy farmer refer to his milkers' "breasts", they were teats. I don't ever recall hearing mom refer to them as "breasts", they were always just "tits".
I hesitated and began to say "Mom" but she cut me off with "For heaven's sake, Hut, you're just moisturizing my skin". I drizzled some oil on chubby ebony ex stretching shaved cunt on couch amateur pussy right tit and tentatively began to rub it around.
Mom chastised "You've got to actually touch them to massage the oil in, Hut. It's a good thing you're not a dairy man, you'd never manage to get the machines hooked up voluptuous hussy has her tight asshole plowed that kind of squeamishness. They're just tits, Hut, and you're just moisturizing them".
So I put some oil in one palm and rubbed my hands together over her right tit so that both my hands were oily as hell and reached for it. I put my left hand under where it sagged off the side of her chest and began lifing it up, grasping the other side with my right hand to let them slide the length of her tit before it dropped free of my oily hands.
As I moved my hands around to different positions around her tit to lift it was obvious that I needed more oil, so I reoiled my hands and continued the lift, slide, and drop routine and was really beginning to enjoy it.
I couldn't believe that I was basically playing with my Mom's almost spectacular breasts. As I continued on her right tit I felt that her nipple had gotten hard so I began to use my fingertips to trap and slow her aereola as it slipped thru my hands. She had large aereola - probably about three inches across and as I practiced the technique I was able to gently squeeze her nipple for a long instance as it slid thru my fingers.
My penis was now fully erect and standing just above her bush. When I leaned forward it would briefly dip into her bush and sometime touch her thru the hair. She had to have felt it. After one last pull I rearranged her right tit on her chest and was about to move to her left one when I thought of something. I put a little more oil in my right palm, lifted her right tit with my left hand and rubbed my palm in a circular motion on the aereola, feeling her hard nipple rolling around under my palm.
I finished off with my fingertips on her aereola, starting spread wide on the edges of it then lightly closing on her nipple before pulling and squeezing it gently as it slipped thru my fingertips.
Satisfied, I carefully laid her tit down on her chest and moved to her left tit. It got basically the same treatment except that in its case the nipple was already hard so I was able to trap and slow it as it slid thru my fingertips right from the beginning. Done with both breasts, I moved down below them.
To get under her tits, I had to lift one with one hand and massage with the other. After a few moments of that Mom said "Here" and pulled both tits up her chest like she did when she cooled herself in front of a fan.
I massaged her lower chest and abdomen and as I moved away from her tits she laid them back down and put her arms back down at her sides. After I massaged her upper abdomen I oiled both hands real well and went back up 1st studisiberian mouse nk002 nice masturbation using dildo do her sides. Leaning forward I could feel my penis pressed into her bush as I reached under her armpits with each hand and rubbed firmly down to her hips until my hands hit the inside of my thighs on either side of her.
As I went by her tits each time, my thumbs on top of her chest and the inside of my wrists slid over the sides of them, lifting and pushing them momentarily. I repeated this movement for several minutes before stopping and scooting further down her legs to just above her knees.
I drizzled oil around her bush and began to massage it in, skirting around her bush until I began to move into the area where her thighs met her hips. More oil on my hands and I kneaded that area on each side simultaneously for a while then stopped and scooted down her legs further so I could do her thighs. Starting with her right thigh I drizzled plenty of oil up and down its length and began to work it both hands. Encircling it at the top with my two hands I squeezed gently and let my hands ride the oil down to her knee.
After doing this a number of times with my thumbs overlapping on the top of her thigh, I separated my hands so that they were on the sides of her thigh.
On my first stroke this way, my right hand brushed up against hair as I grasped the top of her thigh on the inside while my left hand was up about even with her hip. I pulled down to her knee and then repeated several times. On each successive stroke, I let my right hand innocently venture a little further up until it was brushing up against the lips of her pussy before pulling my hands to her knees.
As I did this over and over I felt her thigh muscle tense and relax with each stroke. When I stopped, I put my right finger tips in the crease of skin where her inner thigh met her blowing bubbles blowjob a mother playfellows daughter arrangement and gently worked the oil into it from back to front.
I then gave her left thigh the same treatment except made no pretense of innocently brushing into her hair and lips between her legs. I just let my finger tips brush them from the onset and for the entire time I worked on the thigh. As I stood up off her legs Mom opened her eyes, looked at me, and said "That was nice." There was no way she could have missed my raging erection as I moved to the foot of her lounger to work on her lower legs.
I stooped down at her feet, oiled my hands, and massaged first her right leg, then her left, then the tops of both feet. Standing back up I said "OK, all done" but then "Oh wait, forgot your arms". So I moved up next to her right side, stooped down, and pulled her arm out to rest her forearm on my thighs.
After I oiled my hands I began on her upper arm massaging it from shoulder to elbow. Each time I pulled on it her forearm would brush up against my erect penis standing up there between my thighs. I scooted closer to the lounger and then, with her elbow on my thighs, began to work on her forearm.
I massaged her forearm thoroughly then her hand and fingers.
As I was working on her hand sunny leone xxxcom xxxcom story story elbow slid in on my thigh until it was up against my penis like it was a bookend.
I put her arm back beside her on the lounger then moved to her left side. I picked her arm up and laid her forearm on my thighs with it up against my penis from the start, then I repeated the massage I'd given her right arm before laying her arm down next to her body on the lounger. I stood up and began walking around her lounger to mine and said "There, now I'm done".
I sat down on the side of my lounger facing her, knees up high from the low height of the lounger, penis on full view standing up near my abdomen, and warmth distended testicals hanging down.
Mom turned her face toward me as she opened her eyes and said "That was wonderful, Hut. Can I get you to do it again sometime?" I told her "I'll do it pretty much as often as you'd like if you want to" as I turned and laid back on my lounger, my penis just up off of my abdomen as I laid down.
I closed my eyes and tried to calm my arousal down some. I'd almost dozed off when I heard the crunch of tires on the gravel at the end of the house. I kind of jumped but Mom told me "That's just your Aunt Jessie". I heard the car door open and close then heard Jessie's booming voice "I didn't know y'all had gone native on me" as she walked toward us. Jessie was several years older than Mom and had gained more weight.
Mom said "The heat got to us so we showered in the mud room then came out here to air dry and cool off in the breeze, Jessie. You're welcome to join us if you'd like." Jessie laughed "I don't want scare the boy off of women, Liz. This old body of mine will scare him off women for life." Mom replied "Nonsense.
I raised Hut better than that and you know it. He accepts people for who they are not what they look like. Besides, I've got the baby oil here, too. You can give your skin a good treatment".
Jessie looked at Mom and said "From the looks of it you've been in the oil pretty good already". Mom said "Yeah, that's another benefit. Hut gave me a heck of a massage. I thought I was gonna' melt thru the lounger by the time he was done. Maybe you can talk him into giving you one. What about it, Hut, would you?" I just said "Yeah, if she'd like me to". Jessie answered "Well maybe you talked me into it. I'll go shower off". Mom replied "You know where the towels are but don't dry off.
The breeze feels great on wet skin." Jessie had already turned and headed for the back chubby coed christine rhydes gets her pussy banged. Mom looked over at me and asked "You don't mind, do you, Hut?" I just said "No, it's fine with me". In a few minutes I heard the screen door open and slam shut then Jessie "Your towels aren't big enough to cover all of me".
I looked over and she was right. She had the towel wrapped around her holding the ends together in front with one hand. The rest of the towel gaped open down 30 her aunty xxxx story front.
Mom said "Hut, get your Aunt a lounger". I got up, walked over to the house where they were leaning up against the wall, pulled one out, walked back over, and set it up next to Mom's lounger. I looked up at Aunt Jessie and on her way from the steps to the lounger she gave up on the towel and let one end of it go and then just held it her right hand.
I hadn't seen Aunt Jessie naked in a number of years - the last time was when I was about ninth grade and we were all skinny dipping down at the river. It was in the hottest part of summer and we'd go in the water which was pretty cold, then lie on the grass on the bank and dry in the sun until we were too hot and we went back in the water. In the intervening years she had gained weight, particularly after my uncle died. He and my father died within about ten months of each other - my uncle from a massive heart attack and Dad from a cerebral hemorrhage that killed him before he hit the floor.
Each of them had adequate life insurance and employment benefits to leave their family comfortable after their death. While the weight Mom had gained over the years left her still with a nice female shape, Jessie's weight hadn't been so kind. She had developed a fairly pronounced belly and her breasts which had been large like Mom's now were absolutely huge and pendulous, lying on her protuding belly and following its profile fully down to her navel.
She had enormous aereolas - probably over four inches across - and large nipples which now were situated at the very bottom of her hanging breasts staring toward the ground. She had a slight pouch hanging down above her lower abdomen. She came over to the lounger and I took her towel and spread it out for her before she sat on the lounger and turned to lie on her back. When she laid back those breasts of hers sagged way off the sides of her chest to where they were literally hanging down fairly close to the lounger.
She saw me looking at her and said "Pretty bad, huh?" I turned to head back to my lounger and said "No, not really.
It's just your shape." When I got back to my lounger and was standing between it and Mom's, Jessie looked me up and down, obviously noting my penis and testicals with their nice heat induced hang and said "Liz, you raised that boy to be as respectful as he is good looking". Mom said "You know, when he was showering in the mud room I told him how good looking he'd grown to be".
Jessie said "Well you're sure right there, Liz". I had just sat down on the side of my lounger when Jessie said "Now boy, how 'bout that massage?" I think she called me "boy" much more often than by my name and had for as long as I could remember.
I was always referred to by such things as "boy", "that boy", "the boy" and she meant no harm by it and I'd never taken any offense at it.
It was just her ways. She was always a little rougher than Mom and seldom failed to say just what she was thinking at any point of time. You were almost never at a loss as to what was on her mind. I said "Sure, Jessie, coming right up" as I stood up, leaned over to pick up the oil bottle, and head around Mom's lounger to Aunt Jessie's. She said "Do my back first, boy" and she got up, tits asian chick gets pawned with big dick around as she got up then turned around and to lie on her stomach.
As she lowered herself down, I swear those tits were on the lounger when she still had her arms nearly straight. After she lowered herself she raised up her shoulders to arrange her breasts and they ended up mostly on the lounger on each side of her chest in the scant space left after her body covered most of it.
I was just getting ready to swing my leg across her to sit on her thighs when she said "C'mon boy, and I want to feel this massage of yours". I sat down on the top of her thighs, reached out with the oil, and drizzled a fairly substantial amount up between her shoulder blades. As I leaned forward to begin massaging it in I felt my penis and testicals lying on the bottom of her butt right on her crack. I worked the oil into her shoulders with a very firm massage then moved to her upper back where I added more oil and did the same.
Jessie said "Liz, you're right. The boy is pretty good". As I moved down her back, applying oil and massaging it in I included her sides by working them. As I massaged her sides toward the lounger there was no way to avoid my fingertips running on the sides of her tits, piled on the lounger on either side of her.
When I was pulling upward on her sides up near her armpits, her left tit on the side toward Mom flopped off the side of the lounger to hang down. Jessie had her arms folded underneath her head and said "I don't want to move, boy. Can you get that for me?" I looked over at Mom and she just smiled at me so I reached down, cupped the pendulous end of her tit in my left hand and lifted it to place it back on the lounger next to her.
I continued by scooting down her legs some and drizzling oil on her sizeable butt. Kneading the oil in I made sure to massage her entire butt including her crack, her sides, and down each cheek to the crease where it met the back of her thigh. Sliding down a bit more on her legs I started on her left thigh. Lots of oil, lots of kneading from top to bottom with some light finger tips as deeply as I could between her thighs at the very top. I gave her right thigh the same treatment then stood up to go to the foot of the lounger.
When I stood, my penis was semi-erect again, standing straight out from my body. Mom gave me her usual once over and smiled at me. I stooped down at the foot of the lounger and worked her calves over with lots of oil before standing up. I said "All done on this side, Aunt Jessie. Do you want to turn over?" She said "Liz, you were right. I don't feel like I can move. I'll wait a while to enjoy this before you do my front, boy". I said "OK" and went to my recliner and laid down on my back. My erection had faded and I arranged my penis pointing down toward my feet hanging down on my testicals which which were still sagging quite a bit from the heat.
Mom said "Hut, I owe you the rest of your massage. You ready?" I replied "You don't have to, Mom". As she stood up she just said "Nonsense, you deserve it as hard as you've been working". She stepped over to my lounger with the oil bottle in her hand and swung her leg over me and sat down on my thighs. After drizzling oil on my upper chest she leaned forward and began to massage it in.
She apparently wasn't satisfied with her position and scooted up my thighs to very close to my hips. I had my arms up, head resting on my hands and was able to watch her. Her breasts brushed against me when she reached all the way up to my arm pits and massaged there and then swung back and forth as she worked my upper chest. I felt my penis engorging and she was sitting above where it was hanging down on my testicals.
I felt it rising until it came into contact with her. She continued to massage my chest, those tits kept swinging back and forth in unison with the movements of her arms and shoulders, and my penis was becoming harder and pressing up against her more.
She stopped massaging for a moment and rose up a little saying "Here, lets take of that". When she rose up slightly my now unencumbered penis flopped upward onto my abdomen. Mom lowered herself and scooted further down my legs before drizzling a good bit of oil back and forth on my abdomen including across my penis. She leaned into her arms and began massaging it in all over my abdomen and sides of my hips. I glanced over at Aunt Jessie and she was still lying on her stomach with her face turned toward us watching.
When Mom's hands approached my penis she simple slid them under it to massage my abdomen but of course with each movement under it, my penis felt the back of her hand as it slid by.
This just made it harder so that it stood up a littler further from my abdomen. I watched Mom as she put a pretty good amount of oil in her right palm then rubbed her two hands together dripping some on me. Then she grasped my penis in her right hand and my testicals in her left. I jumped a little and she softly said "It's OK, Hut, I'm just your mother" as she began a gentle squeezing and releasing massage with both hands.
She moved her hand up and down the length of my penis alternately squeezing and releasing then finished with a few slow, stroking movements up and down it's length.
I glanced over at Jessie and she was still watching us. Finished with my penis and testicals she put oil on my right thigh as she moved down a bit on my legs then began to massage the length of it. She made sure work up in the crease where my thigh met my body and followed it down toward the back as far as she could before going back up toward the front.
Each time she move her hands upward I felt them savoring legal age teenagers wet cum hole hardcore and blowjob on that side of my testicals.
She did the same thing with my left thigh before standing up and moving to the foot of the lounger and massaged both lower legs and my feet. Then she stood up and said "There, how's that, Hut?" As she moved to her lounger and sat on the side of it again facing me and exposing herself fully in my direction.
My erection was nowhere near fading when I mumbled "Just fine, Mom, just fine". She said "You just wait till you shower. You won't believe how soft and smooth your skin will be". I said "Sure, Mom." I laid there, closed my eyes, and tried to calm the state of arousal I was in. I succeeded to some extent, at least to the point that my penis laid down on my abdomen rather than standing away from it. I heard Aunt Jessie say "I'm ready for the rest of my massage, boy" and opened my eyes.
Mom was lying on her back on her lounger and Jessie was pushing herself up off of her lounger to turn over onto her back. Those tits of hers were swinging all over the place until she laid back and they sagged off the sides of her chest. Aereolas and nipples were almost touching the lounger on each side.
I got up, picked up the oil bottle and walked around to her lounger. When she was lying on her back, her protruding middle kind melted back and the little pouch almost disappeared. "OK" I said "here goes" as I gently sat down on her thighs. After I drizzled oil all over her upper chest I realized I needed to be higher up so I scooted up her thighs until I was very nearly at the top of them.
I looked down and saw that my mostly flaccid penis was lying right in her large, auburn colored bush. I looked over at Mom and saw that she was looking at me sitting there. Surely she saw that my penis was lying in her older sister's bush. Jessie opened her eyes, looking at me and asked "What's the holdup, boy?" In answer I leaned forward and began to massage her shoulders and upper chest, giving them a full going over. As I leaned forward I could feel my penis partially trapped under my abdomen and rubbing around in her bush.
Working her upper chest, I think I was delaying moving to her breasts. When I could delay no longer, I frisky lesbos fill up their big fannys with milk and burst it out a fair amount of oil into my right palm and rubbed my hands together over her right breast so that both hands were very well oiled. I reached down with my left hand under her sagging right breast and lifted it to my other hand then with a hand on each side I let it slide through them until it flopped back down free of them.
I repeated the action with my hands on each side then on the top and bottom getting all portions of her breast well oiled. I felt my penis engorging again. I continued on that right tit for several minutes and was able to catch her nipple, now very hard and standing out over a half inch from her aereola, in my oily fingertips to slow it as it slipped thru my grasp.
Ready to move to her left breast, I poured some oil in my right palm the lifted her right tit one last time and held it up where I could rub my palm in circular motions on her aereola with her nipple rolling around under my palm, finishing with a fingertip kinky czech chick gapes her spread cunt to the special of her nipple. On to her left tit I went to repeat the whole process.
I looked down and saw that my penis was standing above her bush now. I glanced Mom's way and saw that she was looking at it. I gave her left tit a good going over equal to what I'd given the right then leaned forward to push myself down her legs some.
As I did, my penis was alternately banging on one thigh then the other. Jessie opened her eyes, raised her head and said "You mean to tell me this awful body does that to you, boy?" I just nodded then drizzled oil on her lower chest and abdomen and began to massage, making sure to get the creases well.
When I moved my very oily fingertips on her skin up close to her breasts, they easily slid under them where they were laying on ther journey to hang off the sides of her chests. So there was no need to pick them up like there had been on Mom's chest. Down lower on her abdomen I massaged all around her bush and on the sides of her hips. There was a fair amount of skin moving around as I did so but the ample amount of oil I'd applied kept it from being a problem.
I scooted down her legs again, drizzled oil on her right thigh, then began a two-handed massage making sure to make repeated passes to get the sides done properly. On each pass I made sure let my fingertips brush her pussy lips as they went down between her legs. I did the same on her left thigh, then stood up and stooped down at the foot of her lounger. My penis was standing straight up between my thighs and I saw Mom watching me and it in particular.
I massaged both lower legs and then the top of her feet. Then I thought of her toes. The skin on the bottoms of her feet and around her heels and toes was real rough. I oiled up my hands real well then worked each toe on her right foot and around her heel. Then I did her left foot. Mom watched me do this and, when I was done, I stood up and said "All done".
Aunt Jessie said "Thank you, Hut. That was very nice. I may need that school saxy story sex stories king com downlod sometime".
Mom looked at me and said in a teasing whiney voice passionate chihiro akino plays with her big tits and pussy didn't do my feet like that". So I stooped down and did hers, too, before going back to sit on my lounger. Mom began to get up saying "I need to go to the bathroom. Does anyone want a coke when I come back?" Both Jessie and I said yes and Mom headed toward the backdoor. I laid back on my lounger, penis still mostly erect and laying on my abdomen.
Jessie said "Hut, I think I owe you a little something for that massage. You worked hard". I said "Don't worry about it" but she was already getting up off her lounger, tits flapping around as she did. She walked over to my lounger, picked up the bottle of oil, and said "Let me massage you some more. I don't think your Mom gave you a fair trade". Before I could say anything, she swung her leg over me and sat on my thighs.
She leaned forward and drizzled oil on my chest. She leaned forward to massage my shoulders and her tits didn't just brush my stomach - they were lying on it. She realized she wasn't up high enough on me so scooted up further until she was on my hips.
She leaned forward to massage my shoulders and those tits were dragging all around my abdomen and chest as she moved around. I came to realize that my fully erect penis was rubbing on her pubic bone, or rather her pubic bone was grinding into my penis.
She had to be doing that on purpose because she had to feel it. She stayed put as she sat up a bit to massage a little lower on my chest and upper abdomen. When she did she was rubbin her pussy on my penis and I could feel that she was wet, real wet. As she rocked back and forth with the massage, her hips were rocking on me. Suddenly I realized that I was inside her. She had scooped me up without any outward movements.
My eyes popped open in surprise and she just softly said "Don't worry, little one, just relax". I didn't say anything but I watched her eyes as she rocked on me slowly, then faster, then slowly again.
She was looking me right in the eyes the whole time until her eyes started to flutter some, then roll back partially as she shuddered and shook for a moment. She sighed and then moved forward slightly and my penis was out of her. She slipped down my legs added some oil to my lower abdomen and began massaging.
She worked up and down on my abdomen and the sides of my hips. As she worked her way toward the middle of my abdomen her hands began to graze my fully erect penis on each side. She stopped for a moment and arranged her tits, which when she was leaned over just a little were laying on my abdomen, so that they were on either side of my penis. As she moved her shoulders back and forth slightly they drug back and forth on my penis.
While she did this she was using her hands to massage the sides of my chest. I heard the screen door open and slam shut then Mom saying "Here's three euro adorable bitches for one meaty rod Cokes. She looked at Jessie and me and said "You think Hut needed some more, Jessie?" Jessie just said "As good as my massage was, I thought he deserved a little more massage himself.
He worked pretty hard on my old body." Mom just laid down on her lounger with her face toward the sky and closed her eyes. Jessie continued to massage the sides of my chest, draggin her tits on my penis then removed her left hand from my chest and slipped it under her left tit and grasped my penis firmly.
Her right tit was concealing this from Mom's direction if she happened to open her eyes, turn her head, and look toward us.
She began a very slow stroking movement with her left hand. Meanwhile she grasped my testicals in her right hand and began to alternately squeeze them gently then release.
I felt myself climbing rapidly toward release and she must have felt it because just before I came she pushed her right tit over in front of my penis so that as I spurted my load it first delicious ebony babes are feeling horny and ready to play with their t her tit before running down onto my abdomen. When my penis stopped pulsating she rubbed the head of with her palm then withdrew her hand.
She sat up and said "Liz, look what your boy did!" as she held her right tit up where the cum was visible on it. Mom looked over at my fading erection, the cum on my abdomen and Aunt Jessie's tit and said "Not much different than when he did that right in front of me, the nurse, and the doctor during that physical about, what, five years ago?" Jessie said "You need to learn to curb that hair trigger of yours, boy, if you ever want to make your woman happy." Mom and Aunt Jessie laughed as Jessie pulled the corner of the towel up to wipe the cum up off my abdomen.
I noticed that she didn't wipe off her tit, rather she took her right hand and rubbed it around on the aereola and the end of her tit. I just meekly said "Sorry". Jessie answered "Oh don't worry about it, boy. It's nothin' to be ashamed of. Based on how much you put out, though, I don't think you'll have any trouble breedin' your woman when the time comes." Mom looked at Aunt Jessie and me and then burst out laughing.

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Here's what to watch for:
* When Uranus enters the last "anaretic" degree (sometimes called the 'killing' degree) of Aries, it will be effectively finishing 8 years worth of a square to Pluto in Capricorn by whole sign.
* Meanwhile, Saturn is quickly approaching its conjunction with Pluto, which will finally perfect next winter.
* We are reaching the end of an era of upheaval, revolution, and catharsis signified by the planet of revolution, disruption, and liberation (Uranus) engaging in a combative square with the planet of darkness, upheaval, depth, power, and eruptive force.
* The "hard reset" of the approaching Saturn/Pluto conjunction is promising. It suggests the absolute necessity of starting over, of demolishing, deconstructing, and eliminating the rot behind the scenes or within the very bones of our lives. It may not be fun, but it's necessary, and it will provide us with a new foundation to operate from.
* As this historic Saturn/Pluto conjunction approaches, this next month is going to be a pivotal moment, a foreshadowing of the changes to come.
* Between February 1st and 2nd, Mars in Aries will begin the process of weaving Uranus and Pluto together by first making a square to Pluto. This will be an explosive moment, a moment of upheaval, power, force, and reckoning. We will be wise to avoid all "unnecessary" confrontations, power struggles, or reckless choices, while also making the bravest decisions we can, the decisions most likely to create the breakthrough we know we need. How we do things matter as much as what we do!
* Then, between February 12th and 13th, Mars will bring its encounter with Pluto into its conjunction with Uranus, sparking a moment of emancipatory power. Declarations will be made. Intentions will be laid bare for all to see. Competition and defiance, as well as force, disruption, and innovation will be crackling through the air like a live wire.
* This sequence of events will force us to play the cards we're holding in our hand, but again, it will matter how we play them. Too forceful, too much, too quickly, too defiant, too self-centered, and we'll create another stalemate, just as Saturn pulls toward conjunction with Pluto but then turns retrograde and backs away.
* So once more, the next month is like the prelude for a deeper and more complete movement that will likely take place within the next year when Saturn and Pluto finally get together. Until then, we should be content with organ blasts of clarity and crescendos of forwarding movement, matched by periods of darkness, uncertainty, and the long sounding notes of blockage and resistance to change.
* It's what we do with these waves of clarity and forward movement that matter. If we use them to help us plan, prioritize and move gradually toward our goals, then when the contractive periods come we relate to them differently. Blockage becomes the building of resonance. Resistance becomes a curious interlude. Delays become the careful attention to each note on the page, the fine tuning of our instincts.
* So beware the rush to completion. As the I Ching says about completing something... if the fox tries to cross the stream too quickly, it gets its tail wet: misfortune.
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Tips To Filing Fire Insurance Claims And Fire Damage Claims
It probably will not surprise you to learn that some insurance companies will give customers a hard time when it comes to submitting fire insurance claims. Such actions will usually create a dispute between the parties that can sometimes get ugly. If you want to avoid further frustration you should consider hiring a fire damage appraiser. This professional makes it much harder for the insurance company to refuse to pay up for legitimate damages.
Many may believe that engineers, construction experts, and legal expert witnesses who testify about fire forensics can all serve as damage appraisers for fire claims. However, you should truly consider someone who understands insurance disputes and the insurance appraisal process before jumping the gun and choosing an unqualified person. Your policy has a clause called Appraisal that allows each party to hire an independent appraiser to assess the damages on their behalf. The appraisers then will choose a third party called an umpire. If you fail to hire someone that is an expert in this process you can suffer greatly. Being that the outcome of appraisal is "binding," on both parties, you may be stuck with a bad ruling if you do not have an experienced appraiser for your fire insurance claims.
Once you have found an expert you need to know what type of appraisal report they provide. A good report will thoroughly delineate all types of damage from the fire including heat damage, smoke damage, and problems with air quality, mold, etc. A good report from an independent appraiser will contain lots of photos that prove your claim and prove the documents, estimates, and costs related to the fire. In a situation where a large amount of contents were lost, it should also include a loss inventory that will jar your memory about forgotten or missing items. In addition, there is a difference in cost between repairing and replacing items and structures, and the independent appraiser will be able to testify to this.
If your fire claim is missing information or contains information that is untrue, it is much more likely to be rejected. It is well worthwhile to pay a one time fee to hire an expert in order to avoid greater loss from rejected claims. It will automatically be assumed that a claim that contains an expert report is more accurate than one which does not. Is it not better to have your claim accepted the first time around?
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During the few weeks between Christmas and Valentine's day, I love to decorate my home in a winter snowflake and blue theme and color scheme. Sometimes is hard to find items or ideas that are more winter themed without looking too much like Christmas decorations. Sometimes a pillow or board with a simple phrase or saying can be the piece to bring your decor look together. For this Winter Theme Ski Lodge Pillow, I used a pre-made blue pillow form cover and added the wording ski lodge in black iron on vinyl. I love that this project is easy yet adds to my winter theme decor.
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Recently, I blogged a guide to get started in making wine at home, with entries on the equipment you need to make your own wine, as well as the process of brewing wine at home.
Well, aside from making our own wine at home, my husband is an avid home beer brewer! We'll be posting some of his recipes, but first… we tackle the basics! Beer making has a lot in common with homemade wine – including a lot of the same equipment and ideas – but also requires some different ingredients, techniques, and handling.
Beer brewing itself is a fairly simple process. While complexity of equipment and process can vary wildly between small home brewers to large commercial breweries, the concepts remain fairly similar across the spectrum. Here's our quick guide to what goes on with making beer, as it first appeared in issue #10 of Drink Me Magazine:
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This morning, I took a pretty nasty fall. If you follow me on Twitter, you know that I've been dealing with a particularly stubborn hip injury. Long story short, I spent the day first in extreme pain, then high as a kite on Codeine.
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The eyes have it
Monday, November 20, 2017 - Updated: 1:20 pm
One part of a bishop's job description that I most enjoy is celebrating the Sacrament of Confirmation. In the fall and spring, I'm on the road throughout the six counties of our diocese to anoint hundreds and hundreds of our young people (and a few not so young) with the sacred oil of the church called chrism.
Since every one of the seven sacraments of our church is an outward sign of God's love, the outward sign of Confirmation is the chrism. That oil, reflecting the presence of the Holy Spirit, reminds those being confirmed of three things: (1) that God is calling them to stand up for Jesus in all that they do; (2) that God promises that He will remain with them to help in that task; and (3) that God loves them in that task.
During the Confirmation ceremony, I ask the candidates to renew the promises that their parents and godparents made for them at their baptism.
In that renewal, I ask the candidates to do three specific things: (1) to put aside all distractions; (2) to answer the six questions I will ask by responding to each with a heartfelt "Amen;" and (3) to look into my eyes, eyeball to eyeball, as I'm asking the question. The reason for the third request is the belief that, when a person looks into another person's eyes, they have to tell the truth. It is pretty hard to lie when looking into someone else's eyes.
Playing hard to get
Recently, I made my annual spiritual retreat, guided by my spiritual director. It was a weeklong exercise, mostly in the chapel at Capuchin College in Washington, D.C. That blessed week was void of most of what describes my life as a bishop during the other 51 weeks. Very little talking (except with God); spending lots of time in the chapel; putting aside my cellphone, e-mails and texting.
The retreat began on a tough note. I felt more the absence of God than His presence. Trying to talk with Him that first day seemed like one of those dreadful "conversations" we sometimes have, in which the other person responds to whatever we're saying with one word: Yes. No. Maybe.
My frustration in not being able to connect with God translated into thinking that God was playing a game of "hide and seek" with me. Was I wrong!
The second day of my retreat began with the same mindset. God seemed to be playing "hard to get." As I sat in the chapel, I was joined by another priest of our diocese, who was also making his retreat. My brother priest has a beautiful voice and very often shares it in songs that draw many people closer to God.
He has done so for me in the past. He did it again on that day of my retreat. He drew me closer to God.
As my retreat companion began to sing the song, "It Is Well," a verse seemed to capture where I was at that moment:
"Far be it for me not to believe
Even when my eyes can't see
Through it all, through it all,
My eyes are on You."
And like a ton of bricks, there was the breakthrough. It was not God who was playing "hide and seek" with me. It was I who was disconnected from Him. It was like those times when so many of us are disconnected from each other, despite being in the same room or at the same table, because we are glued to our iPhones and iPads.
There I was, the second day of retreat, my mind roaming instead of fixing my eyes where they should have been — on Jesus, on Jesus on the cross.
"Through it all, through it all,
My eyes are on You."
Finding God
Looking for some company, looking to see if Jesus' first companions had the same experience as I had, I opened my Bible to search the Gospel of Luke. I found 53 people who could have joined in my song that day:
"Through it all, through it all,
My eyes are on You."
There they were, searching for and finding God in the eyes of Jesus:
• There they were: Mary and Joseph, looking into the eyes of the newborn Savior, and all their fears of having said "yes" to God were now gone.
• There they were: the temple assembly, looking into the eyes of a 12-year-old Jesus, now able to look beyond what was coming out of His mouth.
• There they were: the Twelve, the apostles; looking into the eyes of Jesus, they could see how much He wanted their help as His disciples.
• There they were: the paralyzed, the blind, the sinners, the outcasts; looking into the eyes of Jesus, they were healed, forgiven, included.
• There they were: the 5,000 on the hillside; looking into the eyes of Jesus, they fed on five loaves and some dried fish, a meal of a lifetime.
And there I was: a simple modern-day apostle, looking for something without any luck until — I looked into the eyes of Jesus, the eyes of Jesus on the cross.
• Like Mary and Joseph: I saw my fears drift away, because I looked into His eyes.
• Like the temple assembly: I saw His words in the Bible as something far more profound than print on a page.
• Like the Twelve: I saw how much He really wants my help.
• Like the paralyzed, the blind, the tax collector, the prostitute, the immigrant: I saw how much He embraces me as David, the sinner.
• Like the 5,000: I saw Him again, not as simple bread, but as the body and blood, soul and divinity of Jesus Christ.
All because I looked into the eyes of Jesus, the eyes of Jesus on the cross.
And so, as you reflect on my reflection, my hope and prayer is that you can put aside your iPhone, your iPad, your agenda — and look into the eyes of Jesus, the eyes of Jesus on the cross. Whoever you are. Wherever you are. Whatever you do.
Learn, love, live
You have been hearing a lot from me, inviting you to be On Mission for The Church Alive! And you will be hearing lots more in the days, weeks and months ahead.
What we are about in On Mission is to grow the relationship Jesus wants us to have with Him. To let Jesus be for us more than a statue in church, or a particular pew in church, or a favorite story in the Bible, or a parish church building or a cherished Mass time.
My hope and prayer is that we truly deepen our relationship with Jesus, that we fulfill His dream of coming to learn Jesus, to love Jesus and to live Jesus.
Just as my brother retreatant helped me to look into the eyes of Jesus, I hope that we can do the same for each other in On Mission for The Church Alive! I pray that we can say, sing, pray to Jesus:
"Through it all, through it all,
My eyes are on You."
And, in the end, what I hope is true for my Confirmation kids may be true for you and me:
Look into the eyes of Jesus, eyeball to eyeball. See there that He is calling you and me to stand up for Him in our words and deeds; that He stays with us through it all; and that He loves us. And meeting Jesus there, we can truly say: "The eyes have it."


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Well, there isn't much going on in the sexy fun department because we are just so busy right now. At times I feel like I'm neglecting my chores and duties and I realise that it's because I didn't really have as much time to do them as I used to. My wife is so busy that she is exhausted most nights and just wants to go to sleep. She did use me for a nice big orgasm last Wednesday and reminded me that I wasn't allowed to cum, but it's mostly been watch a little TV and then off to bed.
The stress of my being out of work is also taking it's toll on both of us. Her frustration is making me more depressed and frustrated and has brought me close to raising my voice to her, something I've never liked doing.
She is also scheduled for a surgery in a couple of weeks and that has been weighing on us both as well. Hell, it's a good thing we've been so busy or else we'd probably just be more depressed and worried and making each other angry.
This down turn is really getting to me. I'm not taking care of myself as well as I should and I know it. I can see that I'm putting on weight and I haven't been going to the gym and I've been drinking too much…
With all of this going on it's reassuring to know that my wife is still into our arrangement. She may be too tired and busy to take advantage of it, but at least she still acknowledges it. She did make an effort last night and had me fetch her drinks and such as we watched TV. That was nice. And she still relaxes when she can while I'll do my chores. Unfortunately, too often instead of relaxing she is doing work on her laptop instead.
Oh, well. We have our ups and downs. Things will turn around soon. In the meantime I know that my wife loves me and is still in control.
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Arrest Free Fall Of Cedi –NDC Group
A group of party activists, sympathetic to the ruling National Democratic Congress(NDC),under the cloak of Peoples Forum (PF), has reminded the detractors of the Finance Minister to direct their energies on salving the sinking image of the Cedi as against all the international currencies and leave the Minister, Mr. Seth Terkper alone.
This latest twist comes barely a week after some Chiefs, Traditional leaders and Youth from Krobo in the Eastern Region, jumped to the defense of the Minister, telling President John Mahama to ignore such calls.
But at a lengthy press conference in Accra last Monday and addressed by the Spokesperson of (PF), Clement Amole, stated clearly that it was rather unfortunate to singled out Mr. Terkper for the current economic hardship, whiles other members of the economic management team are around .
The group, noted that in the past couple of weeks, "we have observed that the calls for the dismissal of the Finance Minister, Seth Terkper, has been particularly pervasive".
They said, "Given the very challenging economic situation confronting Ghana presently, it may suffice to say that all sorts of agitations for changes in strategy are normal reactions''.
Mr. Amole noted that, "it is also a normal reaction, considering the challenging economic situation in the country presently, to prompt some segment of the society to lay the blame squarely on the laps of the individual heading the outfit responsible for managing the finances of the country".
He said, "These are all rational responses to the negative stimulus that a presumed ailing economy can present. But beyond the spontaneous reactions, what are the hard realities?
The group has asked that, "Would the dismissal of the Finance Minister suddenly put the economy back on its tracks? Would another Finance Minister mean a suddenly transformed economy? Can an individual Finance Minister secure the spiraling economy without cooperation from all
He explained that "it would be hard to answer these questions in the affirmative because the facts are clear: the structure of the Ghanaian economy is an all-encompassing phenomenon that allows the Finance Minister to play his role in a broad game-plan involving Parliamentarians, the Executive Cabinet, Economic Advisors and Civil Society Groups.
According to him, this quadrangle of contributors makes it almost impossible to heap blames of the economic challenges on an individual Finance Minister.
'There is an Economic Management Team duly headed by the Vice President Paa Kwesi Amissah Arthur, who is doing their best in the wake of the difficulties we find ourselves in. The team is amply composed of representatives from key institutions of the economy, including the Bank of Ghana and the Ministry of Finance.
Decisions concerning the running of the economy are collectively taken through an intricate collaboration with Cabinet. Why single out one man, when it appears certain decisions have so far not effectively reined in the fundamentals needed to eliminate the nagging economic challenges.
As much as we cannot disband the economic management team, so can we not just uproot the Finance Minister Seth Terpker who has so far shown that despite the huge backlash of the tough decisions he should be coordinating, he is not averse to carrying through important economic reforms that should put the Ghanaian economy back on its right tracks he maintained.
We dare say that the problems facing the economy are more than 'skin-deep'; it goes right to the core of the fundamentals the economy is hinged on and how they are easily susceptible to extraneous factors.
Several economists have agreed that it is perhaps time to rethink the fundamentals of the Ghanaian economy in a bipartisan forum where the real problems and solutions to the cause of our current predicament would be discussed.
Topmost is the fact that our economy is still in its elementary stage of virtually no value addition, save for the efforts by the services industry to circumvent the status-quo.
Ghana's economy needs to be transformed into semi-secondary economy where natural resources that were hitherto exported in their raw forms are given a certain level of value addition to attract more foreign exchange, technology transfer and a general sense of industry and commerce.
The fluctuations on the world market of trade in resources such as Gold, Cocoa, Timber, etc., which we still export in raw forms have proven to be the bane of our current predicament.
Showing Resolve
The group, which includes others like Godwin Tamakloe, Spencer Quaye of 'Inside Ghana' believed that, "the current Finance Minister has shown swiftness in the manner he has coordinated the plugging of the problems that keep popping up due to the very weak nature of our economic fundamentals. He was instrumental in overseeing foreign exchange reforms recently when the depreciation of the local currency got out of hand.
They said, Mr. Terkper "has shown boldness in endorsing tax widening measures to boost government income. These measures are not exactly easy to swallow on the short term, but the cumulative effects on the long run are what visionary managers of the economy would want to gamble on".
"Not so many Finance Ministers have shown such penchant to okay tax measures that will draw consternation to themselves from people who naturally are averse to contributing their quota towards national development".
"We know that opponents of the intense economic reforms currently being undertaken by the Mahama administration are both from the opposition
political parties who may have realized the long-term benefits of these reforms and wouldn't want the credit to go to the current administration".
They claimed that, "a group within the ruling NDC whose call for the dismissal of the Finance Minister is borne out of possible myopic interest or boredom with having the an individual manning such an important Ministry through the twist and turns of the economy".
Besides, they observed the "President who has the sole prerogative to appoint ministers (Of course with the support of his trusted advisors) appear to have confidence in Mr. Terkper to deliver. Why should the President be heckled into ousting a member of his winning team at a critical time when he least wants to see his plans derailed?
Mr. Amole stressed that "We think it will be a mistake for the President to kowtow to the whims of a few vested interests to axe a member of the team he believes in".
"If he [President] wants to make any changes, it should be based purely on his utmost conviction", adding "We trust the honest leadership of President John Mahama, and we would like to urge him to keep on resisting attempts of these anti-Terkper interest groups to force him to take the wrong decision".


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Islands First friends Gary Braasch and Bill McKibben are featured in David Elliot Cohen's new book – a series of photo-essays about the most crucial issues we face today. You can guess what comes first.
From Gary:
As you can see from the cover, global warming — in the symbolic image inside a melting ice cave in Antarctiva — is the leading issue covered. I join Bill McKibben in a 20-page photo essay. Then What Matters turns to 19 other famed photojournalists including James Natchwey, Gilles Peress, Paul Fusco and Magnum members to cover issues including water, oil addiciton and drought. I hope you may be able to use this book to educate or fundraise about the issues that concern you.
An e-copy of the book is available at the web site, so be sure to check it out.
We cannot yet, however, visit museums online, so we'll have to count on our Australian friends or their visitors to let us know about what's up at the Immigration Museum in Melbourne. Please be sure and report back on the exhibit Waters of Tuvalu: A Nation at Risk sometime before its closing on November 16.


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Well, you can't say the NFL doesn't provide unique stories to consume and discuss. Antonio Brown, new Raiders receiver, has been away from the team dealing with a foot issue. If you've seen the photos, you know it's legit. The Raiders haven't officially said what happened, but the team and Brown are dealing with what is reported to be frostbite. We knew this. And now we know so much more.
On Friday, we got a glimpse into an odd issue that's keeping Brown off the field. It started with Mike Silver's tweet storm, followed up by his article and further reporting by Adam Schefter: Brown's preferred helmet isn't available anymore and he won't play until he's allowed to wear it.
Due to player safety, it's hard to imagine Brown winning his grievance
We know player safety is a major priority for the NFL and that includes the equipment players wear. The NFL tests helmets and gives them ratings. If they don't meet standards or if they are older than 10 years, they can't be worn.
Before the 2018 season, the model of helmet worn by Brown, as well as quarterbacks Tom Brady and Aaron Rodgers, was outlawed. However, the NFL allowed them to wear this helmet for 2018 only. Now that it's the 2019 season, all of those players are required to switch helmets — and Brown doesn't want to.
Based on Silver's and Schefter's reporting, it's been anything but smooth with this helmet situation. It went so far as Brown painting his old helmet in Raiders colors and trying to get onto the practice field with it, but that of course didn't work.
Brown has filed a grievance against the NFL over the helmet issue, and I highly doubt he'll win. If he does, then it sets a precedent that anyone else can do the same and wear a helmet that's not approved.
The problem with this helmet is that it's past the 10-year age limit, so Brown has to wear a different kind. But Brown believes the new certified helmet protrudes out and interferes with his vision as he tries to catch the football, according to Schefter.
Athletes are superstitious by nature
I understand where Brown is coming from here.
Our equipment is part of our superstition and routine. I wore the same style of gloves. I taped my hands the same way every day. On gameday, I had a different person tape my hands than in practice. Wrinkles weren't allowed in the tape, ever, or else we'd start over. I warmed up for games at the exact same time. I'd put my pads on 20 minutes before we needed to be out.
So if Brown thinks that a new helmet would interfere with his vision and if it's presumably uncomfortable for him, I totally get it, as do most players. All of us have had to switch helmets as technology has improved and made them safer.
But even if I understand Brown's hesitation to switch helmets, he's going to have to comply to play in the future. He can't paint his old helmet again, or try to sneak the helmet on the field, like some have suggested he do. The Raiders, and the NFL, won't allow him to play without the proper headgear.
What could Brown do? What about the Raiders?
Brown could follow through and retire (something he hinted about on Instagram), but he'd forfeit over $30 million in guaranteed money. In most early retirements, signing bonus money must be repaid but Brown didn't receive a large bonus, so that wouldn't affect him as much. However, his salary over the next few seasons is guaranteed, which he wouldn't receive without playing.
The Raiders have some recourse here. They're not going to cut him because they'd owe him all that guaranteed money. But they could put Brown on the NFL's reserve/left squad list. It would shelve Brown for the season and the Raiders wouldn't have to pay him. The problem is they wouldn't be able to bring him back during the season if he ever came around to switching helmets.
I can't see the Raiders going this route for a while. They want Brown to play this season. That's why they traded for him.
This story is so odd that it's hard to predict how it might finish. I've never seen a player threaten to retire because of an equipment issue. And while I think it's highly improbable this happens, Brown was interviewed in March during the trade drama with the Steelers and said he doesn't need to play football. We will find out how much that's true over the next few weeks.


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#Spotlight / #Giveaway – The Spirit in Question (A Lila Maclean Academic Mystery) by Cynthia Kuhn @HeneryPress – Great Escapes Book Tour
The Spirit in Question (A Lila Maclean Academic Mystery)
by Cynthia Kuhn
About the Book
The Spirit in Question (A Lila Maclean Academic Mystery)
Cozy Mystery
3rd in Series
Henery Press (October 2, 2018)
Trade Paperback | 252 pages
Digital ASIN: B07FDL54HG
English professor Lila Maclean knew drama would be involved when she agreed to consult on Stonedale University's production of Puzzled: The Musical.
But she didn't expect to find herself cast into such chaos: the incomprehensible play is a disaster, the crumbling theater appears to be haunted, and, before long, murder takes center stage.
The show must go on—yet as they speed toward opening night, it becomes clear that other members of the company may be targeted as well. Lila searches for answers while contending with a tenacious historical society, an eccentric playwright, an unsettling psychic, an enigmatic apparition, and a paranormal search squad.
With all of this in play, will she be able to identify who killed her colleague…or will it soon be curtains for Lila too?
Praise for The Spirit in Question (A Lila Maclean Academic Mystery)
by Cynthia Kuhn
I LOVED this cozy mystery! It's so well-written, the mysteries are multiple (present and past), there's a paranormal element, strong human emotions, gentle romance.
~Mallory Heart's Cozies
This was a fun cozy with a little something for everyone. A bit of mystery, a bit of the paranormal, a little humor, and even some romance thrown in for good measure . . . I thoroughly enjoyed the story.
~The Book's the Thing
In The Spirit in Question, author Cynthia Kuhn has woven an eccentric cast of characters and humorous scenes into an entertaining madcap read.
~Book Club Librarian
I thought the theatre aspect to the mystery was neat, it was a mystery itself and Lila worked hard. But it was the cast of characters that accompanied Lila in this mystery that really drew me in.
~Bibliophile Reviews
I enjoyed the style of writing. The author writes in a clean and smart way I appreciated . . . I loved that this had a supernatural feel to it, but not in an overt way where it overpowered the rest of the story . . .
~A Cozy Experience
About the Author
Cynthia Kuhn writes the Lila Maclean Academic Mystery series: The Semester of Our Discontent, an Agatha Award recipient for Best First Novel; The Art of Vanishing, a Lefty Award nominee for Best Humorous Mystery; and The Spirit in Question. She teaches in Denver, serves as president of Sisters in Crime-Colorado, and blogs with Chicks on the Case. For more information, please visit cynthiakuhn.net.
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6 Responses to "#Spotlight / #Giveaway – The Spirit in Question (A Lila Maclean Academic Mystery) by Cynthia Kuhn @HeneryPress – Great Escapes Book Tour"
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I love this series! Thank you for featuring it.
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