Worse, he might masturbate while I wasn't looking."No you're not," I scolded, "You're going to eat something. That's why you're so tired. You sit in y...ur chair, and I'll make you a sandwich."When I came back with sandwiches and coffee (the real stuff, not decaf), he was snoozing. I looked at his pants, and the bulge was gone. It was the first time in days he didn't have an erection. I hoped I hadn't broken him. One way or another, though, I'd fix it.I shook him awake. "Here," I said, "wake up. “THE Oral Roberts?”“Uh, sir, I’m the only Oral Roberts that I know of. I suspect that I am.”St Peter muses. “Oral Roberts! Oral Roberts! My, my, my! Sir, please come with me God has been waiting for you!”Oral Roberts responds, “Sir, as have I been waiting to meet Him! Lead me onward!”St. Peter escorts his guest through Heaven, arriving at last at an imposing edifice, the House of God.Oral Roberts is directed to enter, and, being a humble man, bows as he enters The Presence.God greets him. “Oral. Maybe we could have some of them ready by the time we play in Texarkana next weekend, just to check it out and see how they sell.”The beds in our suites were the biggest I’d ever slept in, and though there were five women in bed with me, I fell asleep with Sherry’s sexy ass backed up to my belly, and my cock lying lazily between her thighs all night.I was awakened the next morning, a few minutes before ten, when a woman called from the kitchen to tell me our breakfast was on the way up.When I. The good witch, the daughter & angel. It was alone I must be. The closer they came. The more fantastic. Like a bomb went off. A destruction of plastic. One did prevail. As I'd sail. Ahoy my boy, it be the android female. We touched. We made contact. Then parted ways like a yinyang mantis-metal contract. Witch season was over. Some counseling I needed. Like a mental-mind makeover, from this I retreated. The angel showed up again. Like not a chicken but a mother hen. With ripples & heavy sighs..