Any chance we could get to be alone we fucked. He sometimes snuck into my room at night and got into bed with me."I want you baby, Daddy is so hard fo... you."He would press his erection against my bottom and I could never tell him no. He always made me cum so hard and something about fucking my Dad in my bedroom was so naughty. I couldn't get enough.One night we were all out at dinner. My mom, my Dad and I and part-way through dinner she said she had a headache and was going home. My dad offered. The black bag had a cinch which closed around your neck. It was silence and total darkness for you, although you could breath. The feel of the ropes binding you, and the dildo which kept trying to slip out of your pussy when you lost your concentration about holding it in place, all of this added up to a rise in your excitement level. You had no idea what was going to happen next but I could tell your body was looking forward to it as your nipples stuck out and juice flowed from your clenching. "Max, your father and I have realized how much you have become of a man. You are so handsome and I bet a lot of girls want to be with you. It is a shame that you haven't had a girlfriend yet." Max looked confused now. He didn't know what was going on but he sort of enjoyed his cock being rubbed his mother. There was visible tent now in his shorts. "I have fantasized of you having sex with you and I want myself to be your first" my wife said seductively. With that she kissed my son on the lips. St. Peter is approaching the end of a long, arduous day, and is not really into it at this point.“Name?”, he asks, not looking up.“Uh, sir? I’m Oral Roberts.”St. Peter puts down his pen in surprise. “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.