But I can guess." Then she explained what had happened in the little village of Whitfield, and how it had been transformed overnight as well."You see,... she continued, "I'm very glad you stopped by today, because there's something I've been asked to communicate." She paused and then blurted, "God Himself wishes to officiate at my coronation."There was a sudden intake of breath on the part of the other churchmen. The archbishop muttered, "Blasphemy!"The only one who appeared totally unconcerned. But she made it easy."Hey, I watch your face when we're looking at porn. I can see how turned on you get when you watch the men masturbate." I let go of my cock as if I'd been caught doing something bad but she reached down and put my hand back on it. "Keep doing what you're doing. If you don't mind, I'd like to look at the pictures with you." She reached around and began caressing my nipples, something that always drives me wild. "Ooh, look at the size of the cock on that black guy. Do you. We were kissing like hell for fifteen odd minutes and she broke the kiss and said I love you if you love me kiss me back.But I was in the mood to listen to all that stuff and encountered back with a passionate kiss on her lips.I was on cloud 9 for such a romantic kiss.I have kissed many other but I have never experienced such a romantic kiss.The way she kissed is so romantic and the room was totally filled with love and lust and a desire for wanting each other.Then I stopped and asked, “Then. " Julia muttered observing her face in the mirror. She smiled at what she saw, she always did. She was a shining example of the preppy and privileged white sorority girl. Her hair was golden blonde and hung down to her mid back. She was incredibly petite, barely 5'6 and 120lbs. Both her chest and her ass were flat, something she had been working on fixing through plastic surgery, pending her father's approval. He hadn't said so much but she was fairly sure it was her birthday gift this year..