Marge had quickly pulled her dress down and kicked her underwear under the couch. Tim grabbed his pants and tried to pull them up as fast as he could.... Thinking she would expedite the matter, Marge grabbed Tim's zipper and gave it a hard pull, closing it extremely quickly. Then she turned to meet her parents as they came through the front door.Her parents didn't seem too suspicious until they noticed Tim acting very oddly. Marge turned to look at Tim and was startled to see his face was red and. " Harder, bitch! Faster...come on, fuck that cunt for me" I growl at her. Like the lust crazed animal that she is, she spreads herself even wider, placing a foot on each side of the bed, opening herself to my hot, rabid, glaring eyes and starts ramming the cock deeper and faster into her aching, throbbing pussy. " Oh God, please! Stroke Your cock for me. Ram it, pump it, like You're drilling it deep into my wet sloppy cunt" She moans to me. And I growl an awful animal sound and grunt loudly as. He walked out to the living room, where he had set up an elaborate dinner for the two of them. Candlelight bathed the room, and classical music softly spoke from the speakers. The ambiance that existed was so thick, it could be cut with a knife. Just then, he was startled by the sound of his doorbell, and he scurried to the door. He closed his eyes, and thought of how sweet this was going to be. His mind drifted into a flashback, all the events that took place to make this moment possible… It. ‘That is unless you break her heart or harm her in some way. Stephanie is extremely important to us. I’ll be quite upset if I ever found out that you didn’t treat her properly.’ ‘Steve! That’s Uncle Will’s job,’ cautioned Gwen as she took Stephanie’s arm in hers. ‘Let’s stroll over and talk to him right now.’ Gwen practically dragged Stephanie over to where Will and Diane were speaking with Ted, Paula, Lisa, and Jason. ‘Uncle Will, this James Hawthorne fellow seems to be hanging around.