Nice, very nice. She made small talk. Asked about school. Noted that she went to the same school a few years ago when she lived over that way. When sh... moved around to my left, I'd made sure my hand was in the same position as the other side. She did it again. Right up tight against my hand. The sheet, her jeans and whatever underwear she had separating my knuckles from her pussy. She cut, she fluffed my hair, she ground her crotch. Then maybe having gotten further along than she intended, she. My body had become that of a slutty little tramp and I liked that a lot. It was exactly what I wanted. I twirled and watched in the mirror as my skirt flew up showing of my thong and garter belt. It all looked so incredibly sexy.I then went into the bathroom to start on my make-up. I don't really use that much, just enough to highlight my lips and eyes. I found her bright red lipstick and gave my lips a good thick coating. I lined my eyes with purple and added an outline on the edges of my lips. Plunged into her back door. It hurt like hell, she said. It was dry, with only a little of her pussy juice for lube, and she didn't want me to evacuate the premises, so to speak. She said it would hurt. By the time she got over the initial pain – and me, being mentally fortified by lots of internet porn showing women who loved it – I suggested that we explore a bit. We did. She liked it a lot. So that became an option for us, with adequate lube, in future sessions.The strangest thing happened,. Damn! No more beer until I get the iron-to-gold thing to work. That stuff ran me nearly $40. I may get pretty hungry if this little experiment in alchemy doesn't work.Tomorrow was Saturday, so I would have plenty of time to work on my economic salvation, provided it will even work on this planet, or should I say, in this universe. That evening, I opened the pages of each book so that ET could photograph them. Fortunately, both books were fairly short, so we finished in a reasonable time. I had.