Milhouse was sitting in front of me, furiously writing down notes. Maggie struggled after a moment, and so he set her down on the floor with her pacifier. Marge felt so good. Guess he really is asleep after all. What if I were to just step forward…wrap my arms around his body…lean my head a bit more, then our lips would be touching…maybe he'd kiss me back…sliding my hand down his pants, caressing his gorgeous body, just a bit more and I'll be at his- "Bart? Not like he doesn't know.
Shit, he just took off his shirt.
Everything that's happened today. God, how I hate gardening. It only took a few minutes for me to climax, panting heavily, He pulled off me, leaning forward and giving me another kiss. A look up to Marge's face seemed to confirm that she didn't suspect anything. I'm about to say something when Marge calls us for dinner.