... curiosity that asked the question.
"Oh, okay," she answered conservatively, standing there for a few more seconds as the three drinkers slowly drew their eyes back on the drinks in their hands and off her.
"Go," Moe mouthed to her, and Marge promptly made her way past the fellas with their backs turned, into the Men's Room.
A minute later, soft bumps were heard coming from the toilets. Then slightly louder moans and groans; but neither Lenny, Carl nor Homer tuned into it.
"Just gonna go take a dump, fellas," Moe informed the trio. He could hear the sounds of fornication in his tavern's toilets loud and clear, knowing full well it was the reason Marge had shown up. He swiftly exited the bar place and joined Marge and Barney in the piss-infested room even too putrid for a toilet.
There was Barney sitting up against the wall with Marge riding his large frame like a slut possessed. Friction was aplenty as Marge's tight ass slapped hard against Gumble's multitude of flab. Making himself useful, Moe dropped his pants and crouched down behind Marge. Running his hands down her waist then up in front to her breasts, his dick grew. They bounced in his grip as the woman rode Barney to whatever pace she saw fit...