He looked at the card andsmiled an evil little smile before continuing. "Nice try, Mr. Campbell,but your father can't talk his way out of this." He do...sn't have to," I told him. "But, he will be very unhappy if Idon't make my appointment this afternoon."The principal stared at the business card for a long moment, deciding ifI was telling the truth. "I'll wait," I told him. He sneered but picked up the phone.He dialed Dad's number and waited for him to answer."Mr. Campbell," he said a moment. Meanwhile, Marge was licking her Homey’s huge cock and the drunken Homer was massaging Marge’s back, buttocks and legs under her dress. Then Homer suddenly vomited into Marge’s dress and the vomit filled up, but it smelled fresh and Marge grinned as if she didn't mind. Bart was pumping his cock up his sister’s buttocks. Bart’s cock was large and very firm. Just as this was happening, their neighbour, Maud Flanders, came in with her beautiful church outfit. Marge asked, ``Maud, what are you. She got it on him and started to do the levers. He felt it gettingtighter and tighter. He told her to stop but she just kept on. Hesaid it louder and she stopped and stepped in front of him andslapped his face hard. She went back to work fastening the levers.When she was done he could hardly breathe. She told him to getdressed. His penis had been guided into a tube and bent backwards.There was no way he could free it. He couldn't even reach any of thelevers.He was dressed and came out to. "No!" Heather cried. "No more messing with the wiring! Jesus. Okay, fine, forget I mentioned it. I'll go. Just don't mess with anything else in the house, all right?"Frank heard the brief screech of tire just outside the house and jarring thump as he reached into the fridge for a soda."Yeah, she jumped the curb again," he said to no one in particular as he let the fridge door close. "Must be on her damn cell phone again."He wandered out of the kitchen. As if on cue, the front door burst.