On the picnic
Marge and Homer have planned to go out on a picnic while kids are at school and kindergarten for long months yet, and the first of September turned out to be the most suitable excuse.
Having picked up some basket with refreshments, a couple made themselves comfortable on the green sunny lawn while instead of food Marge was put in doggy by Homer and screwed on the spot while he was paunching hot dog, frigging her. Poor soul had nothing to do, but playing with sausage between two tomatoes in the course of the three-hour bush.









