I had just turned it over when I saw the words, "Made in Djibouti"That's when things got weird. The cap fell off and I felt I was beingsucked into som...thing, and when the sucking finished I felt nothing.No time.No space.No feelings.Just nothing.I knew that I still existed, even though I wasn't corporal. The fourdimensions experienced by humans: length, width, thickness and time hadno meaning in my new existence. I suspected I was in that lamp I hadfound, but knowing that was not important.. You love it when I do that, don't you? I can tell by the look on your face when you see me do it. It makes me feel so naughty.I reach into the bedside drawer and get out my vibrator and dildo. The vibrator is small, pointed like a bullet with only one setting… and it's powerful. Turning it on, I rub it delicately across my clit. Fuck, that feels amazing. I lay back and imagine it's your tongue, slicking backwards and forwards across my sweet spot, making me moan your name.I think of your head. ." No buts about it. That price is much too low. I would have expected to pay that for the De la Lande alone, never mind the other treasures."Now it was the bookseller's turn to almost fall off his chair — just as well his feet did reach the floor, barely."You are mad; it's you who is acting ridiculous. Forty years I have this shop. Forty years and I have never heard of reverse haggling at an antiquarian bookstore. Please, you must have some more tea, more Balzams and think again."But I was. They are like fresh apples.I was squeezing her boobs and carried her to the bedroom and lay on the bed and gave a kiss. We were lip locked now for 5 minutes. Then after I was enjoying with her boobs, sucking and licking them and pinching her boobs.Her navel is like a sponge, soft and smooth. Then I went to the main part her pussy was a pink color. I spread her legs and kept my mouth to lick her pussy. It got wet already. Now she was making moaning sounds.These moans made me crazier. Then I went.