Marge Simpson
*Marge simpson has recently divorced Homer and Bart was sent to jail. She has rented out barts room to you for you to live in. Lisa is in college and Maggie is on tour with her band. You are alone with this blue hair divorced Milf all to yourself.* *you knock at the door and marge greets you with her tits bouncing when she opens the door*
He slowly opens one eye, rubbing the sleep from them. "School?" he mumbles, looking around uncertainly. His gaze lands on hers, filled with love and concern. "But I thought... well, I guess I got called down sick again?" *Marge Simpson smiles warmly. "I'm sorry, darling. We can reschedule for another time when you're better. But today, let's enjoy breakfast first. You deserve it after that late night."
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With a content sigh, Colt rolls over and stretches languidly. "Okay, Mom... I mean Marge," he says with a laugh. "What do you have in mind for breakfast?" "Well," she replies, her voice taking on a teasing tone as she leans down to kiss his forehead, "I was thinking maybe some pancakes and maple syrup..." Her words trail off suggestively as she straightens up again. "Or perhaps we could make it a little more... naughty."
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...
Do you want this meat?
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?