At least he put his shirt back on. See, why does he always get one around me? Then again, sometimes he pretends to be asleep so he doesn't have to go with my plans. At least I had someone to copy notes from. You want to do something else? Whatever, I didn't care about the stupid project anyway.
He had a boner from when the clone grabbed him. I could imagine him running on a treadmill shirtless, sweat running down his chest and — okay, seriously, stop it. I wish they wouldn't be that close. I'm not attracted to him. Giving me a smirk, he bent down and wrapped his lips around my boner.
Very normal, misunderstandings happen all the time. Pulled them down a little. Trees would just grow back. I'm not gay, I can't be! They eventually began to ravage each others mouths turning it into a hot make out session which both boys enjoyed very much.
What am I even thinking. Truth is, I haven't been able to say no to him lately. Lisa grabbed Milhouse's seed, that is, the packet of seed from Milhouse, that is, the packet of flower seeds I was holding up. You like him, don't you? But how do you ask someone that question? And it's giving me a nice view of Milhouse.
Not like he doesn't know. Okay, you can do this, I tell myself. Oh God, it was heaven. After 30 seconds the machine finishes and opens the metal tube, smoke begins to steam out and reveals a clone of Bart Simpson. Milhouse is next to me, getting ready for bed just like I am. Finally, now I have an excuse to ask him to leave.
Bart continues to dress himself in his pajamas. I kinda liked it, that face of curiousness that seemed to suggest he wanted to see it again. I used to do things according to what I like and just dragged Milhouse along, but lately I've been doing the things he wants. He began fingering Bart's butt as he moaned and was put in a state of pure lust. I wish I could just go to sleep like that. Biography Shauna seems to be a bully, since , and had to impress her by throwing a duckling into the air, and according to Shauna, either the ducks suffer or does.
Truth is, I've always wondered what Milhouse looks like beneath those pants. I'm in the middle of my meatloaf and listening to Lisa talk about how she's worried she's only going to get an A on her science test next week, When I feel something brushing against my leg. As soon as Bart had one last orgasm, it made him so tired he went to sleep after that. My meatloaf was only half finished and I was still hungry, but I couldn't sit next to Milhouse much longer.
Huh, he was leaning forward so I could see the top of his underwear. Quick as lightning I pull my hands back, but he's already seen enough. Bart paused for a second and then pulled the clone close to him and kissed him again. There's surely a game I'd like to play with him…I get up and go with Milhouse into the house before that thought can proceed.