By the way she was panting it would not be long before Kandy climaxed. She increased the intensity of her sucking as she rolled John’s balls gently...with her other hand, purring like a kitten at a bowl of milk. Kandy could tell John was about to blow, and she wanted every sweet drop in her mouth.Her climax hit like a freight train out of control and she trembled all over. John in turn went rigid and emptied his balls down her throat.They lay there for a moment, basking in the afterglow. . . I didn’t know if I’d be able to take it all, but I didn’t want to waste a drop. I kept sucking and gently stroking as he became more and more sensitive to my touch. Finally when I felt his quivers fade, and his shaft soften ever so slightly, I reluctantly let his cock slip from my lips. I swallowed once more and smiled at him, then gave the tip of his cock one last gentle lick to get the final drop of cum while I looked into his eyes.His smile said it all. I had made another man cum, and. So perfect! So innocent!” he couldn’t help himself as he took in her youthful beauty. Her flawless skin, unbruised by others, still a flower bud waiting to bloom, and he was going to be her first. He breathed in, calming his burn. This is to be savored, not disparaged. He was going to deflower this child but not with rough back seat brutality. She was a fine wine, come of age, not a whore. Not yet, at least. He kissed her again, starting at her forehead, then lips, then earlobe then neck. He. “Well, I’m not him, if that’s what you’re asking me. He doesn’t actually exist. I am a spirit, however. A spirit guide, if you will,” the spirit responded to her calmly, but firmly.“So, Satan doesn’t exist ... what about God?” Sheila demanded to know now.“Satan, God, all creations of man. At least the Christ, that is. And Jehovah. And Allah. Not your version of God. A big, old white man in the sky with a snow-white beard and hair. We, on the other hand, have always been here. Spirits, ascended.