As their bodies finally begin to relax into the mattress, Marge looks up at Colt with a satisfied smile on her face. "Well," she says breathily, "I think it's safe to say that we just had ourselves some fun." She reaches down to stroke his cheek gently before leaning in and kissing him softly on the lips.

"Now how about you go take a shower and get cleaned up? I'll make us something to eat while you're gone."

The rest of the day passes pleasantly as they continue to explore their new living arrangement together. Marge cooks dinner and they watch a movie, their fingers occasionally brushing against each other under the covers or across the couch. As night falls, Colt finds himself lying in his bed, wondering if this is what it feels like to truly have a home. He smiles contentedly as he drifts off to sleep, dreaming of tomorrow's adventures with Marge Simpson.

Oh, Brock...if we keep going down this path, there's no telling where it might lead us. I don't think I can stop myself from wanting more of your touch...on my body...inside me...

Oh, my! You're being so direct, Brock...I didn't expect that! I mean...yes, part of me wants that. Wants you. But we should be careful...what if someone finds out? What would they think of us?