Then Homer suddenly vomited into Marge’s dress and the vomit filled up, but it smelled fresh and Marge grinned as if she didn't mind. Bart was pumpi...g his cock up his sister’s buttocks. Bart’s cock was large and very firm. Just as this was happening, their neighbour, Maud Flanders, came in with her beautiful church outfit. Marge asked, ``Maud, what are you doing here?’’ Maud said ``Ned took the boys to Capital City for a few days and didn't like living alone by myself so I thought I could stay. I do want you to take me out again, but first we need to settle on a little... arrangement.” “Um, sure? I.... Oh Gosh, Jennifer....” She had climbed onto my lap. Thighs straddling mine. Tits at face level. This was getting serious. “First off, in private you will call me mistress.” She was grinding her pussy into my lap. “And you will do as I say without question. In fact, you will be my slave.” I'm not sure if my usual witty repartee would have come back for me at that point, because I didn't. She doesn’t have a job, and I think everyone was puzzled how she bought it. She said it was cheap, but I knew better. A bikini like that wasn’t meant for the beach or water, and it usually cost quite a pretty penny.“Fine, if you want to run around the block like that, then be my guest,” Master told her. I could tell he was confused, but he knew better than to tell her she couldn’t do it. If he did, then she would just want to wear it even more. “You are old enough to make your own choices about. I performed the stretching in full view of the stranger using moves that were rather provocative. When I finished, I went over to him to inquire about the trail, assuming he was familiar with the area. He was a little overweight and balding with a nearly trimmed goatee. He seemed normal enough and quite friendly. He told me that the trail went through sections of open field alternating with sections of pine or scrub oak thickets, with dense palmetto undercover. He described the trail as well.