There was a little pushback from me when Linda had invited three of her hung black friends over for the weekend, she had acted like a real slut for th... entire time taking them whenever and where ever they had wanted. Linda had anounced the following week that she thought that we could do with some input from a counsellor and had arranged for us to meet the next friday evening. Linda was dressed in a light summer dress and high heels, no lingerie and as the dress was slightly too small she was. It just seemed natural to me, as it had been this way all my lives. I didn’t even really pay any attention to the smoothing of the way afforded by my aura. I just took it as a given that every one would be helpfully useful.I don’t dare reveal my otherness though, on peril of my life. I have proved that over and over again. If any aliens ever visit, they had better be prepared for a violent hostile reception from most humans, even if they look like glowing angels. I quickly gave up on that. Sometimes she would come wearing a saree and sometimes a salwar suit.It was always a treat whatever she would wear. I started getting lustful towards her. I started masturbating thinking about her. I would ogle more at her boobs and her ass than her face. It didn’t take much time until I wished that she was in my bed.One day, she was cooking something in the kitchen with my mom. She had worn a salwar suit that day. She had taken her dupatta off due to the heat in the kitchen.I went to the. “These will all be folded into the mixture we’re about to make.” Grabbing the other bowl, she poured in the sugar, oil, vanilla, and eggs as she explained. After beating the mixture for a couple of minutes she told her, “Now we’re putting the dry mixture slowly into here. I prefer to do it by hand. It tastes better. You now put in the fruits and nuts and Viola! It’s ready to go in the oven.”Jolene stood and watched Sarah as she did all the cutting and mixing of the ingredients. Then she moved.