"Miss Hoover's head was going up and down his shaft and Homer, giggling, was slapping her and pushing her head left and right. Miss Hoover didn't seem...to care and kept on sucking and massaging his testicles. He slapped a little more violently once or twice, but other than a muffled protestation, she had no other reaction. "Well, said Homer, since you insist..." And she sucked on his dick undisturbed for a minute or two.Homer looked at his watch and saw that Marge would soon be done with Bart's. It was very tight, clingy, and near sheer white. From the rear, we could see how well the high cut waist and tailored seat shaped her tiny ass into an impressive pear-shaped lusty delight. The legs tapered nicely to her ankles. The pocketless pants allowed an unobstructed view of her blemish-free body. Something about the pants darkened her fur triangle, making it easily visible. She always knew, but would rage if I mentioned it.From the front, even in those rare times when she decided to wear. Master had me play with Drew's asshole, too, as an additional source of stimulation. Cunt was horrified by the incestuous undertones of the whole thing, but by now Drew really didn't have anything to offer but his tongue. I'm pretty sure that Drew realized by now that his body was being slowly and subtly reshaped, too, which pretty much had him on the ropes. His chest had already been showing something that could easily be described as breasts -- they'd grown to 'A' cup size or beyond and the. We're at a high school party. Can you please come get us?" A high school party? Are you both okay?" Well ... they had some beer here, and they got us to try it. I had some — I know I'm not supposed to — and Angie had some too. Then she drank something they called 'Jungle Juice'. I think it had some booze in it or something, 'cause she started acting really drunk. That's why I'm calling you, Dad. She just went into a bedroom with some high school guy!" Where are you? I'll be right there!"High.