I doubted I would ever understand.I knew I could get any number of scientists to work on the problem for me, but I also knew as soon as the government...found out about this little doorway into the past, I would be kicked off my property in a heartbeat, and the government would move in and clamp a security lid on it tighter than the Manhattan Project.I finally converted a little over two thousand dollars in today's currency into three different types of money of the past. First I had three. I hear Miss Cat jump off my bed and head downstairs. I let out a sound of passion and feel my juices flow between my squeezed lips. Fuck! I came again. Was it Joy? Was it thinking of her? Looking at her pics? Using her thong underwear? Does it matter, lol. The sweet feeling of release is all that counts, baby.After taking a shower and feeding Miss Cat, I fixed myself some breakfast. I ground up some fresh Columbian beans and used my French press to make coffee. I diced up some potatoes and. She was less tentative with what followed. Without warning, she crammed my cock into her mouth taking it entirely before pulling back and repeating the process. I almost yelled out loud, barely stopping myself. I felt her tight lips move up and down my shaft, and the head of my dick rub against her throat. I was being deepthroated by my chemistry teacher, and I loved every second. She varied her pace, never settling into a rhythm, which only prolonged my pleasure. I could not last forever. Emboldened by that information, the cowboy boot rum, and the fact that I had already fallen in love with her in the 5th inning I decided not to let a girlfriend deter my efforts. Mac did the same; after the game we ended up in bed.It was early on in our relationship when Mac asked if I would let her fuck me in the ass with a strap-on, and I was drunk. But that wasn't the reason I agreed to her proposition. Neither was the fact that we seemed to be half joking at the time. I was curious, but.