Peter told Arthur. ‘Since you’ve been such a good man and your motorcycles have changed the world, your reward is, you can hang out with anyone yo... 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 were the one who invented the Harley Davidson Motorcycle?Arthur said, ‘Yeah, that’s me... ‘God commented: ‘Well, what’s the big. I pulled down the thong and whetted the angry purple head in her copious juices, inserting maybe an inch and a half between her swollen labia; barely entering the vaginal canal but soliciting a primal growl from her throat nonetheless. I let my meat marinate a bit, and noted for the first time that Therese’s position of offering on the back of the couch afforded easy access to not only her rump and cunt, but her rosebud as well. I withdrew from between her lips; and, taking shaft in hand, I. “Oh yes love, its quite normal for a young boy of your age” I saidhandling a pair of my more lacey items as I spoke “in fact if you didn’tfeel a little bit excited and really very excited I would say there mightbe a little problem and you know you should be experiencing erections atyour age, does that happen yet dear?” I said. “Yes” he said “I get that a lot.” “Well then” I said “then everything is just as it should be. “I heard a noise, and thought it was you...” I continued, struggling to find the right words that would somehow make my actions justified. “You were having sex with some woman.”“Ms. Mathews. Go on.”“Well, that’s pretty much it. I heard you guys talking a little. I heard you say that your uhh ... finishing costs extra.” Derek blushed ever so slightly and I shrugged. “That’s pretty much it.”Derek nodded. “Alright,” he said. “No huge deal. Kinda always figured you’d wise up, eventually. Surprised.