It was summer.. the sweat on Marge’s face proved that. She had done
nothing all day but sit in front of the fan, watching TV. The kids
where at camp, Homer working, and the housework; finished. She heard
a steady knock on the door, and she slowly got up to see who it was.
More knocking, this time stronger. She opened the door, and found it
was Homers father, Abe Simpson. She let him in. He was sweating like
a horse, and looked exhausted. She quickly went to give him a cool
glass of lemonade, which he drank.
Abe told Marge he was taking a walk, and started to feel exhausted,
and thirsty and he needed a drink. He sat down, next to Marge: taking
in the cool winds her fan produced. He sat she was sweating alot,
alot. Her clothes stuck to her and revealed her perky breasts, and
even a little nipple. He got a little turned on. He hadnt had sex in