Peter told Arthur. ‘Since you’ve been such a good man and your motorcycles have changed the world, your reward is, you can hang out with anyone yo...u 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, what’s the big. Why would I need a room? It's only a ten minute taxi ride to my place." I know you were putting it away but I didn't think you were that bad. Let me fill you in. From about 9.30pm you were keeping the company of a blonde woman. Nobody recognised her, but I'll give you one thing, she was drop dead gorgeous. Anyway about 10.30pm I saw you leaving with your arm draped around the bare shoulder of the mystery woman. There are a lot of blokes in this department from whom I'd expect that sort of. This time, I came to a conclusion, that she was not at all asleep. I could feel it, but I could not resist myself. That pathetic bra, that has a job similar to Atlas, from the Greek Mythology, was tasked with the burden of holding those solids together. So, it tempted me to relieve that bra, of its humongous task. I took the responsibility in my hands, of stripping her bra, from her back.To my surprise, my horny sister, cooperated with me. like a boss, like my own boobs, I just put forward both. “Is it good my husband?” Faye asked him.“OH yes, a fine tight pussy.”“Please fill it full of your creamy cum for me,” Emma said.He thrust on, and I felt every millimetre of its girth stretching me. I came a couple of times before he announced his imminent climax. I felt it tense, and then four spurts of cum hit my cervix with such incredible force it quite took my breath away. It pumped on for quite a while as he lay on top of me gasping for air.“Are you ready Faye?” he asked.He withdrew his.