"Don't worry, Naruko. That's just your body responding naturally. Your pussy is leaking cream juices into your panties. Just let it happen." I'm all w...t down there. I can feel it."I slipped my hands under her halter to feel up her bare tits. She moaned her approval and started jerking my cock faster. I leaned over and we started kissing again, only this time little moans and purrs escaped from her as our tongues danced in each other's mouths.I reached behind her and undid her halter, letting it. I have a sacred duty in such matters.''I know.' I dropped on top of her, and we kissed, our tongues wrestling as I slipped my hand down under her T-shirt. I felt her body shiver as my hand rose to feel her left breast, brushing against the engorged nipple. She moaned in my mouth as I did this. I removed my hands from under her shirt, grabbed it and threw it off her. I moved up a little and looked down at her. He breast were firm, inviting, so inviting. Her aureoles were light brown and covered. . No! Could it actually be a sex orgy going on up there?Without warning the lights came on again, full and bright, blindingly bright. When his eyes had finally adjusted, Emerson saw that the stage was empty. No one there. No orgy. Nothing.Had it been illusion? A hallucination brought on by the speaker's power? Hypnosis? Nothing but stage magic?As he filed out of the auditorium, following the departing crowd, Emerson mechanically stuck out his hand to accept a leaflet from someone. He looked up. The last time I saw Melody was May of that year. I was home a week before leaving for a summer at Yellowstone Park where I worked as a glorified janitor. She was Melody then. The one I knew. With brown hair, enough metal in her mouth to build a car, and flat-chested. The Melody who always wore, loose, baggy clothes so no one could see her body. The one who was too shy to date. I was dating Claire, and I had been for some time, but I asked Melody out thinking it would break her fear of dating..