...ster, before realizing Milhouse was in there, crying over the snatch he’d never get to taste or fuck. Besides, he had to save his cum for Lisa… The final bell finally rang. The newly converted elementary/middle school burst open with jubilant cheers from kids celebrating Friday afternoon; the longest possible time before more school.
Bart met Lisa at her locker, and the two made some small talk, extending their conversation artificially until everyone else had left. They walked through the main doors, when Lisa, scanning all around to make sure no one was looking, grabbed Bart’s hand and pulled him around the corner, slamming him against the south side wall of the building.
“What the hell--Mmm….*slurp…smack* ah.* Lisa French kissed him, attacking his tongue with her own, grinding her covered pussy on his hardening dick, through their clothes… purposely; HARD…her eyes only half open, relishing her brother’s reaction, almost instinctively trying to thrust into her. “Hehe…“ Her innocent laugh was an incredible turn on… “Like that, Bart? ““Almost as much as you I’m sure…*smack.* He finally broke the kiss. They just barely managed to gain control of themselves.
“So….what kind of plan did you come up with this time? This b...