Thomas & Friends. Busy Railways

Once again Homer had come home late. And he had been drinking. Marni was already in bed. "Roll over," he said, crawling in beside her. "What?" "I said, roll over!" "What for?" "'Cause I wanna fuck," he said, his speech heavy with drink. "What's the matter?" Marni replied, staying on her side of the bed. "All your other girl friends busy tonight?" He slapped the side of her head. "You son-of-a-bitch," she growled. "You make me puke. Touch me again and I'll kill you. So help me, I'll kill you." He came around to her side of the bed and stood over her. His breathing flared in short sounds of lusting expectation. She felt his fingertips graze up the side of her arm and reach for her damp breast. "Well?" he said. She folded her arms across her tits and lay still. Let him suffer for once, she thought, let him squirm a little. "Come on, you cunt. You're always hot. That's all you want to do all your life is fuck, and I know it, so let's fuck." He lay down beside her, forcing her body over to make room for his. Her armpits began to sweat ...»