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I looked like a complete mess the next morning. I hadnt had Smithers to bathe me, dress me, comb what little hair I had left on my headI was a disaster. I didnt want Smithers to see me like that, but I had no choice. He came in early to pour my coffee, deliver my paper, and serve my breakfast: our beloved morning routine. You already have all these routines together, Monty. Its always been a romance waiting to happen. No, no. Stop those thoughts. Theyre wrong and unrequited. Remember that.

Here you go, sir, Smithers said in an unusually flat tone of voice, bordering on angry.

I cringed, thinking of the penultimate night. Smithers, II want to apologize for the other night. I dont know what got into me. She seemed like a perfectly nice girl. And a fit bird, that one. Yes.

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Milhouse had rushed out the house and along the street. He stopped when he saw a car and, realising who it belonged to, he dived in to a nearby bush. The car drove by and a few guys got out, guns in their hands, and forced their way in to the Simpsons house.

Milhouse watched as his four friends were pulled out the house, all gagged and blindfolded. He saw the car pull away and ran after it. Luckily for him the car wasnt going fast and got stuck in traffic along the way.

Soon the car reached the destination and everyone got out. His friends were shoved in to the building and Milhouse slipped in behind, keeping in the shadows and trying his hardest not to make a sound. He lost sight of them as they went round a corner and two men stayed to guard.

The group were thrown in to a small cell together and had their blindfolds taken off. They blinked as their eyes adjusted to the light. Get used to this. Youll be here a while, Fat Tony grinned. Oh, and Bart, well be back for you later.

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Original Version

Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house

Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse,

The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,

In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there.

The children were nestled all snug in their bed,

While visions of sugarplums danced in their heads,

And mamma in her ‘kerchief, and I in my cap,

Had just settled our brains for a long winter’s nap…

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,

I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.

Away to the window I flew like a flash,

Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.

The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow

Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below,

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Ah, the pleasures of being a teenager. Hormones blissfully taking over your body, with sex the only thought in your mind…Bart and Lisa were presently encompassed by this feeling, which made it extremely challenging to hide their relationship. They had to be careful to mask any suspicion; gossip of a sister sucking off her brother’s hot cock would never end in a good way for the Simpson family. But even fleeting glances at each other would give off impulses of sexual attraction…
“So Lisa, how come your brother won’t date any of us?” Allison Taylor, equally as hot as Lisa, was a nice girl, hot and sweet, seemingly perfect for sexual and honor-based relationships alike.

“Oh, you know Bart, he’s too dumb to know how to talk to a girl; he’s kind of oblivious to everything.” Continue reading →

…Marge Simpson was busy as always with housework, her propped up blue hair tied under a bandanna, the bandanna itself looked like it was tied around a pole. Maggie was asleep upstairs in her cot, Lisa was at school practicing her saxophone playing, Homer was at work at the plant, and Bart and Milhouse were up in the tree house outside.

Every night it was the same thing, Marge would put on her sexiest lingerie and lay on the bed, but Homer would come in pissed out of his mind after a nightcap at Moe’s bar and pass out. This left Marge in need of some serious sexual relief.

Marge dusted the selves trying to ignore the unyielding tingling between her legs.

“Mummm”, she moaned irritated, “What am I going to do?”

Marge decided that trying to keep herself busy with housework was not the answer, so she removed the bandanna, fixed her hair, and grabbed her car keys.

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