She bent down and spun the bottle. It landed on her again. She looked at me with a lustful and anxious look. “Dare,” she said in a very soft and l...w tone.“Why don’t you turn and sit facing the other side?” I said. She turned around towards the unknown. I moved closer to her. She shivered as I kept one of my hands on her shoulder. With the other hand, I moved her hair towards the front, exposing her bare back to me.My dick was touching her waist. I moved my face closer to her ears and whispered,. “He is looking at me funny Jack” I said “it would so interesting to know what dogs are thinking”. He smiled. “Oh probably wondering why an attractive woman like you is drinking coffee with an old guy like me”. I laughed “how old?” I asked. “I’m 71 and long passed chatting up young women”. I was surprised “well maybe your wife didn’t think you were old” I said. I saw a twinkle in his eye “no Joy and I had a great life together”. “With Randy of course” I said. He smiled again. “Yes with all her. "OH MRS KRODOPPLE" Marge screamedShe pushed Marge on the table."Almost taste good as your son" Edna said"What" Marge Said?"Come out and put the Camera on the other table Bart" Ms Krabapple saidBart walked out. Marge was shocked. Bart was stark naked and he wasn't the little boy she remembered. He still had a boyish face but clearly grew into a man. His cock was rock hard and bigger then his Dad. It was dripping pre cumEdna pushes Bart on the table. She started to suck his cock. Marge was. My eyes are telling you now that I’m desperate to come, to let the knot building in my lower stomach burst free. Intuitively you understand, release your right hand from my shoulder and move it to press against my clit. At first, it remains still, but the pressure combines with the increasing tempo of your slams into my body to edge me closer.When your thumb starts making small circles around my clit you pick up the pace, slamming faster, harder and deeper. My fingers on your thighs grip.