I thrust upwards again.Not for the first time, my conscience reminded me that everything thathappened here was totally wrong. I shouldn't have sex wit... a girl, Ishouldn't have unprotected sex with a girl, I shouldn't do it in theliving room, and I shouldn't have transformed Maputo into Maple. Wheredid it all go wrong?I should have told Maputo or Maple about that Dajinni guy. Guy, ghost,genie, or whatever. Right from the start. Then he wouldn't have startedwishing...But here I was, embracing. She pulled the zip down, and then peeled my trousers down. I stepped out clumsily holding her shoulders. She stared at my erection which had caused bit wet spot on my undies.“Amma”“Darling, my son, is that for me, for your Amma” she sighed caressing my thighs and then moving up to my erection, touching it and then she hooked her hands on my waist band. “Shall I” she asked.I groaned “Ammmaaaaaa”She smiled and bit her lips and peeled it off. I stepped out and she saw me, all 8 inches of my. You just don't like him because he beat Gryffindorat Quidditch," said Hermione. "I've heard he's a really good student -and he's a prefect." She spoke with a nod and smile to Kyle as thoughthis settled the matter."You only like him because he's handsome," said that stupid red-headedprat scathingly."Excuse me, I don't like people just because they're handsome!" saidHermione resentfully.The ginger gave a loud false cough, which sounded oddly like "Lockhart!" I don't know what your problem is,". I passed an edict that anyone passed the critical age of twelve would be executed if he or she seriously harassed any girl about this. An awful edict to be sure, but our situation is simply too critical to tolerate the old, sick hatreds.The girls petitioned me personally, asking that I grant them permission to organize and collectively negotiate with us. In a tearful meeting with their provisional representatives, I agreed completely and praised them for their initiative.And the girls responded.