"No, of course. I understand. Let me guess though. Was it some form of hypnosis of the audience, perhaps with the Swami's ruby? Or was it something ev...n more remarkable; the real Indian rope trick?"Gregg's jaw dropped open at the mention of the Swami. He stared at Maxine without saying anything and then sat down beside her."Hiram Heron wasn't the only one that wrote about the Swami and his followers," Maxine went on. "It's surprising what you can find out in the museum and the library with a. She smiled at me, and my mind raced, unsure what she wanted me to do.“Cum on my tits, Mike.”I didn’t hesitate. In seconds, my pants and boxers were around my ankles, and I was standing in front of her, cock in hand. I knew it wouldn’t take much. Liz’s cum coated my hand, lubricating my strokes. My head was still swimming with the taste and scent of her pussy.I stared at Cheryl as I masturbated over her breasts. She didn’t move or touch me. She sat there with her hands in her lap and met my eyes. Her pajamas were a beautiful pink and red and white. Her eyes were sleepy. She assumed her usual position. Her back was to him as her body huddled on the side of the bed.Ray moved to the center until his shoulder pressed to her back. Until his thigh brushed the back of her thigh."How are you feeling?" he asked."Fine," she said."You never told me about how it was when your dad left." I did. And you probably forgot. Or it just wasn't important." Let me hear it again, or for the first time," Ray. "Sir you are going to have to follow this gentleman and speak to the big guy about this little mix up." Chuck Adams" Yes Sir" Oh please call me God." Ok so what is going on?" asked Chuck"Well you see Chuck you weren't supposed to die the way you did yet." Ok, so I died early." "What's the big deal?" It screws up my plans" said God, "so I'm pulling a Bill Murray on you."Chuck thought for a second and said "Ok I'll bite what's a Bill Murray?" Groundhog Day, you get to go back and redo your last.