"You're gonna love my ma and pa, I just know it."
Billy just loved the way Hattie Mae talked. Especially with her mouth full and her tongue swirling around his swollen manhood as she rhythmically squeezed his balls. It was a truly fine way to talk, with the vibrations of her vocal cords caressing the sensitive folds of his foreskin. Her accent was cute as well.
"You're gonna love the rest of my family too," Hattie Mae mumbled as she plunged Billy's tool even deeper into her talented mouth. "We're a real close family. We do absolutely everything together."
Absently, Billy wondered what comprised "everything" up on Squalor Mountain. Cow chip tossing and possum wrasslin,' he supposed. Maybe a little moonshine running. If they still did that sort of thing.
He really wasn't looking forward to asking Hattie Mae's hillbilly parents for their daughter's hand in marriage. Or for their blessings. Still, as he exploded in Hattie Mae's mouth for the seventh time that morning, he knew he was doing the right thing. This was the girl he had to marry.
* * * * *
They didn't arrive until 11:30 on Thursday morning. Billy noted the huge satellite dish on top of the ramshackle cabin. At least he wouldn't miss the last half hour of the always scintillating Macy Day's parade. Maybe he would even get to see the Detroit Lions take their traditional Thanksgiving Day pummeling. It seemed that the amenities of civilization weren't entirely lost to Squalor Mountain, although judging from the condition of the shack itself, it looked as though the Renfields had sunk their entire family fortune into that satellite dish.
The front door opened as soon as Billy and Hattie Mae got out of the Civic. The entire Renfield clan squeezed out onto the front porch, lining up to the left of the washing machine.
"Billy, I'd like you to meet my ma and pa, my sister Loretta Sue, and my brother Jimmy Ray Bob."
Mrs. Renfield was much younger than Billy had expected. She was little more than a girl herself, with breasts the size of cannonballs spilling out of her halter top. Billy should have remembered. She had only been fourteen when she gave birth to Hattie Mae.