A man’s voice said, “Come on in.”When they opened the door they saw the damage that was done. Glass was all over the place, and a broken antique...bottle was lying on its side near the broken window.A man reclining on the couch asked, “Are you the people that broke the window?”“Uh, yeah, sir. We’re sure sorry about that,” the husband replied.“Oh, no apology is necessary. Actually, I want to thank you. You see, I’m a genie, and I’ve been trapped in that bottle for a thousand years. Now that you’ve. Entire train journey I was thinking about the incident and every time it made me horny. I reached home and slept off wearing those stinky cloths dreaming about Ahmed.The next day I met Reshma and Ahmed at his shop. He acted as if nothing had happened. I was shocked as he was ignoring me in the same place where I was lying naked like a cheap whore for him 24 hours back. When we had to leave Ahmed asked me if I could stay back and help him to bring some shop items.I said no straight away as I was. Weekend over, it was back to school. I found it difficult to concentrate, my mind was still on the weekend and i could hardly tell anyone about it.During one of the lessons i found an article from the council which stated (Woodlice do not transmit disease or bite and are not considered to be a public health pest). This excited me more, i can confirm they don't bite but knowing they don't transmit disease made me feel wet. Also it said (The female woodlouse produces between 50 and 150 eggs. She. Billy shushed me and continued caressing my pussy and with his free hand stroked my breasts, whispering soothing words to me and telling me to relax and very quickly, probably because of the fingering and the sexual high I was floating on, the pain subsided and I found myself pushing myself backwards, impaling myself onto him again.Very soon, I felt his soft pubes pushing against my bottom and I felt behind me to touch his cock and I felt the stretched skin of my poor bottom, tight around his.