"Naughty?" Colt perks up at the word, his interest piqued. "Like how?" She smiles enigmatically and leads him back to the kitchen. Once there, she pulls out a small bottle from one of the cupboards and hands it to him with a wink. "Why don't you try putting this in the batter? I think you'll find it makes everything just that much sweeter..."

Colt looks at the bottle curiously before reading the label aloud. "Vanilla extract? What does this have to do with making breakfast naughtier?"

Marge chuckles softly and leans in close, whispering into his ear. "Trust me, dear. It'll be fun." She takes the bottle back from him and adds a few drops to the bowl of pancake mix, stirring gently.

"Now let's cook these babies up together."

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?