I resisted every opportunity to stray. How many times I’d see a cute guy on the way home and want to approach him knowing Brad was going to be at w...ork or too tired, and instead I’d end up coming home, watching porn and whacking off, imagining my own fantasies of sucking and fucking. I’d even intentionally leave videos of me intensely whacking off in the hopes of his wanting to drop his work and just wildly fuck, but it wasn’t happening…and I was about to fucking burst. I told him, not even. Lisa said in pain: "Mom, my belly is stuffed and painful and I can’t get up.” Marge rubbed Bart and Lisa’s swollen bellies. Marge said; “Kids, just lie down and rest. We’ll be home soon.” Bart said; “I don’t think Maggie will rest, mom. She wants to explode herself.” Bart and Lisa watched big-belly Maggie sucking more breast milk from her mother’s tits. As they arrived home and entered the front door, Marge said; “Family time in the living room now.” As they walked to the living room, Bart. Yourwet inner thigh. Your arms try on their ownaccord to bring your fingers to my hair, so you canpull on it and entwine your fingers in it, butyou can not bring your arms below your head. Myhands and lips caress your belly and rear endas you moan. Finally, you feel my tongue lap up thewetness on your thighs. You feel my faceagainst your slit as I lose my battle to keep upwith the wetness creeping down your thighs. Ipull on your thong panties so they are very tightand with my tongue, tuck it. I heard her again, and she was saying something, over and over again like a mantra. I couldn’t quite make it out.I was pretty sure that I needed to turn right at the junction, so I did. There! She was finally getting louder, although it seemed like I had been hustling down that corridor for hours. It looked like water was running down the walls, and my footfalls were splashing now. I thought that I could make out what she was saying over and over again. It sounded like the word ‘No’ repeated.