They get to the pearly gates where St. Peter greets them.He motions to the priest, and they both hop in a jeep and go out the back door. There are abo...t 50 acres of rolling hills with a little cottage on the knoll. St. Peter turns to the priest and says “This will be yours for eternity. A perfect little cottage, right next to a wishing well. Anything you wish on that wishing well will come true guaranteed.”The priest says, “Oh, thank you so much. This I shall enjoy!”St. Peter drops off the. . while we establish your connection with this accident."She sat there, shattered with terror at what might have happened."Your husband is Herbert Jameson? Mrs Jameson?" Oh, yes, Herbert is my husband. We are not long married." Right. Let me see." He scrolled though some data on his phone. "Hmmm. I think I need my assistant. Excuse me."He got up, went to the door and called, "Evelyn! Need you here."He returned and sat down. Looking at Sylvia, he remarked, "She will just be a moment, then we can. We gave him the hotel name and room number. I told him to kik me when he was in the parking lot. We propped the door open on the pad lock. All the lights were turned off except for the bathroom on his side of the glory hole. The door was only cracked so he would have a little light when he came in. We both were naked, I was rock hard, and she was dripping wet. I had my hand on her clit while kissing her deep. She started to play with my balls and must have felt the wetness as she moved towards. Mr. Clark took up where he left off, my pussy was aching from the abuse now, I had had two or three orgasms, but now the pain was clouding my minds as he fucked me fast and hard before shooting his load on my stomach.I was given no respite though as Mr. France took up his position before he had even shot his load. Mr. Clark was standing over me stroking as Mr. France slammed into me.Mr. Clark was also mercifully short. He came on my face and neck though laughing as he did.I laid there for a.