It was a clear, starry night in Springfield and the moon shone like a symbol of feminine power. Homer was sat the couch alone. Manhandling the ham candle.
Marge was out giving Homer plenty of time to stroke his chode.
" WHOOPTY DOO HERE COMES THE GOO"
Exclaimed Homer as the fluorescent yellow slime spurted from the eye of his girthy frankfurter. This was his 50th splurge yet,
as he wiped the smeg off his knob with his sweaty, jizz filled sock, an immense sadness overcame him. Despite happily slapping his salmon for a good four hours, Homer was crestfallen.
The moon, casting a beam of silver light, bounced off Homer's polished round head, directing a spotlight on the house next door. It was there two piercing, sumptuous, dark eyes peered back at him. Flanders. Ned Flanders. That 5 second glimpse into Ned's eyes instantly inflated his bulging cock with vehement desire. His peen inflated to the size of a large marrow - one which may have won first prize at the county fair.
As the pair's eyes met across their front yards they both knew in that moment that
