Now, though nearly invisible in the daylight, the colors were all that he saw in the darkness and they burst into three-dimensionality, springing from...the surface to surround him.He was—must be—on the dais.He stood regarding the colors with a new sense of fascination. He reached out for them as if they would have some physical presence. He remembered distinctly that first time, at age three, when a photographer snapped a flashbulb in his eyes. The child Wesley had wandered around the room for. She'd abandoned her oversized shoesback stage at the auditorium.She looked at herself in the mirror and smiled. She was so incrediblyhot. Her face was flush and the smile said it all. She'd just had afantastic orgasm.She washed her hands three times, sure after each time she could stillsmell herself on them, but eventually convincing herself it was her ownimagination.Fucking Christ that had been amazing! Masturbating as a girl was waybetter than as a guy! She'd gotten off squeezing her tits. Once again the weekend arrived and Luna had things packed ready for yet another two days spent at her house and in contact with the wizard community. Dudley was finishing early and they were picking up Petunia from school at lunch time and going straight to her house. Her father would be arriving early evening for dinner but he wasn't staying the night as he had things he wanted to do the next day. She had also dispatched her owl to Professor McGonagall agreeing to bring Tunie and Dudley over. We strapped my little boy securely into a child seat I had brought and I drove from the City to a small village a few miles out, a tribal village. I stopped the Landcruiser."I shall buy you some new clothes" I told her.The native women were all bare breasted, wearing skirts to their knees and barefoot. I picked up a skirt from a market stall and started haggling, then a second, and then I returned to the car. "your clothes." I told her and handed her the two dresses.She started to argue, but.