.. More from Fangman: The inventor of the Harley-Davidson motorcycle, Arthur Davidson died and went to heaven.At the gates, St. Peter told Arthur. ‘...ince you’ve been such a good man and your motorcycles have changed the world, your reward is, you can hang out with anyone you want to in heaven.’Arthur thought about it for a minute and then said, “I want to hang out with God.’St. Peter took Arthur to the Throne Room, and introduced him to God.God recognized Arthur and commented, ‘Okay, so you. I got to the hotel and Josh was waiting in the lobby, with a mix of both nervousness and excitement. He had no idea what Rei was getting us into, but the thought of my being able to have her again was on my mind as well. I just knew her rules and was hoping Josh would get to experience this with another guy. Rei arrived not long later, and we went to the bar for a drink. After we got our drinks and a table, she was chatty and cheerful as usual. She was happy to see me and glad that I could. With five thousand dollars she could buy a small house and have her son grow up on familiar earth. Instead she found herself in the middle of a swarming city with swarming people, and of all things she looked like a woman cast down and vulnerable. Nevertheless her will remained strong, and she decided with an obdurate determination to raise the child on her own.She revised what she knew about her husband. She never loved him but only tried to love him. She had clung to him not for love but for. “So submit like the good slut that you are and give me your twat.”“You know it is yours to take and use,” she murmured. With that he started deep, hard thrusts into her already overly sensitive pussy, hitting her clit with each stroke. She gave out a startled yelp with his first stroke and settled into muted moans punctuated by screams each time an orgasm ran from her clit out to her toes. He was determined to give her an extra long and strong session because Greg had been denied seeing this.