“I can’t wait until the clock strikes twelve….” Beth confessed, pretending to play with Mary’s keyboard, “….I’m in that cab and away f...om here for a few days, away from that pervert over there!” Beth raised her vision slightly and observed Michael still hovering around near Beth’s desk, his eyes still focused on her body and her flesh began to crawl. How could someone that intelligent, that good looking and that wealthy be such a total dick? Beth mentally shrugged her shoulders, assuming it was. Anyway, she's added to the scene a piece at a time, so it gets more and more complex, and she gets hotter and hotter.It's not every time we have sex, either, which is cool. But when she's in the right mood or something, she calls me up and when I get over to her place and let myself in, she's wearing her English riding outfit. You know what I mean. White tights, field boots, black blazer, helmet. Even a riding crop! She looks totally cute (the pants make her ass look amazing) but it creeps me. "So, what is your name?" I asked her quietly. The sound of my voice made her jump. "I am Ashley, I guess I fell asleep," Ashley replied. "I'll say, you were out for about an hour. You OK?" I asked. "I think so." I leaned over and kissed her softly on the cheek. Ashley felt herself flush and, in spite of herself, getting excited. "What do you want to do?" I asked. "I don't know," Ashley replied, answering honestly. She had only ever kissed a guy once before and that guy was as nervous as she. As Marge was next to be drained, Bart was holding his sister Maggie when Maggie started licking her brother’s nipples. Marge’s urine mixed with Bart’s that fill up in the bowl. Homer finished drinking the last can of beer, now he was very drunk and was eager for sex. For the first time, Lisa’s lips touched Homer’s. As they went over to Marge, Bart and Maggie, Homer asked intoxicated to Marge ``Honey, can we have our time?’’ Marge said in affection ``Of course, Homey.’’ Homer lifted Marge off.