This happened throughout the day. Finally, my last interview was up. I told my secretary to send them in, and in walked the ghost with whom I had sex ...ith the night before. My face flushed and my panties started to moisten. I stood up and shook his hand. When I stood up, my juices flowed down my leg. My face kept getting hotter and a deeper shade of red. He asked me if I was alright, and I said, "Yes, I am fine. Please take a seat." I asked him what his name was, and he said, "My name is John. The sudden stroke had also brought her closer to release than she had anticipated. It was almost impossible to stop it once she realized what was happening. Bracing herself to hover mere inches from his face, she forced herself to turn away so she wouldn’t breathe on him as her orgasm rushed through her. Her walls tightened around him, and she whined as quietly as she could. Electric, orgasmic tingles made her shudder as she continued to ride him through her release. It wasn’t over yet. She. " I took her by the arm and began walking. Her heels clicked on the pavement as she tried to keep up."I'm supposed to meet my mother-in-law in half an hour," she said."What's your name?" I asked. My powers let me see their sins but never their names. There is too much power in a name."Lillian," she said.I tightened my grip on her arm. That was a sin. "Your real name," I repeated."Stacia," she admitted. "What is your name?" Neil," I lied.I ignored her other questions as we entered my hotel. Her. I could feel her tongue craving to lick my phalanx like fingers and I smiled to myself in anticipation. Yes, her mind was eager to please, her eyes shining.I slid my hands down her front. Feeling her firm breasts, not gently squeezing the nipples, seeing if she leaked and felt the weight of each, full, yes but as I expected, not too big. But my fingers would not wait since her stomach was waiting. I slid my hands down, inspecting her skin, checking for discoloration and blemishes but also eager.