At the gates, St. Peter told Arthur. ‘Since you’ve been such a good man and your motorcycles have changed the world, your reward is, you can hang ...ut 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 were the one who invented the Harley Davidson Motorcycle?Arthur said, ‘Yeah, that’s me... ‘God commented: ‘Well,. He slammed into me, over and over and I could feel a tingle building. He must have known because he pulled out, thoroughly covered with my nectar. With no warning, he pushed it against my tight rear hole, pushing on the outside until I finally relaxed and gave way. I screamed again, this time with pain.... and pleasure. It hurt so good. He pumped my tight lil ass hole almost as hard as my pussy. My screams and moans were uncontrollable. I knew I was going to reach my peak with just a few more. But hey! Your dick’s head is now exposed in all its might, so I can eat it. Bite it. You feel the body of your dick embraced by the warmth of my mouth moving down and up, up and down. Feel my saliva moistening every inch of your erection. Your body starts trembling. Mmmm! What’s this stringent taste in my mouth? Is it precum? Oh boy! I’d bet you’re not flaccid anymore, are you?’Indeed, his prick was hard and growing. Eyes still closed, he kept listening.'Oh god! My panties are now soaking wet!’. If only ... Her worries returned, as she wondered how successful his treatment had been, dreading a return to his insecurity.She carefully and quietly left the bed and dressed, going down to the kitchen and regaining familiarity with her erstwhile domain. She inspected the fridge at more length realising someone other than Peter had stocked it. Mary? Elizabeth? Whoever it was had done a thorough job.She began to make frikadellen, now enjoying the kitchen and feeling at home. Peter loved.