Before he jumped down—he was jumping now, almost all the vestiges of his condition had left him—he had something to say to me."This day is very im...ortant to you," he said. "It will go better if you are not nervous as you are. I give you ease. Then you must only sing as you know how." And I actually felt his calming influence filter its way into my mind. Sure, I knew it was him, not me, but that didn't change the effect. I felt a great deal better as I walked out the door.Some of the nerves came. Strange women had followed him many times before. Most didn't know his name, however.He turned to face her. She looked harmless enough to him. Fortyish. Attractively packaged. Nice threads. A tight-fiting beige colored knit dress that displayed her shape beautifully. Nice titties, too, he noticed. A glance downward told him the legs weren't too shabby, either. But, he mused, it could be the lighting. He squinted at her and took another go around. Nope, it wasn't the lighting."You have?" he. Haru pouted at her group and asked in a sweet voice, "Doesn't anyone want to fuck my pussy?" as she reached down to spread her labia apart.The first guy in her queue was nudged out of his trance by Yolanda. He chuckled to himself and began to strip, which so to set off the rest of them who began peeling off their clothing. The first guy then walked up to Haru.Haru mashed her large tits up against his chest, which made his cock throb even more. She put her arms around his neck and jumped up to. We were close friends by now, and even though I was secretly fantasizing bedding with him, nothing had been said or suggested, in that direction.I shook my head to indicate it did not. My heart was pumping hard and I felt my thighs involuntary rub together, as I squeezed my labia together, I could feel my nipples and clitoris sending out sexual impulses, and my cunt begin to swell and wet.My lips were suddenly dry, and noticed his eyes on them as my pink tongue moistened them, in a reflection.