Raoul moved lower again, tasting the must Theo’s soft hole. Theo let out a loud, involuntary groan as he felt the wet tongue exploring him. Raoul to...k the groan as a call for more, flicking his tongue and darting it deeper into Theo. He could feel Theo opening up to him and could hear him getting louder.He grabbed Theo and rolled him over onto his back, still on top. As Raoul kissed him, Theo got a taste of himself. Raoul started planting kissed across Theo’s chest, stopping to gently tweak his. ” She worked the lipstick around my mouth, then applied what appeared to be some kind of gloss over that. She sat back and assessed the results with a self-satisfied smirk.“I’m guessing I make an ugly girl,” I said.“I hate to say this, but you’re almost cute. Take a look.”With her permission, I turned and looked in the mirror. I didn’t recognize myself. It only took a little bit of makeup and ten minutes to transform me into something else…someone else. It was freaky, but also weirdly. If the laser worked the way I thought it did, she’d want to wait until they were nearer to the equator, to ensure that the whole planet was bathed in the transformation ray. But since we were looking at ocean and had no landmasses to compare against, and the bridge with all its aimy computery bits was currently slowly spinning away from the station ... we’d have to wait to see Africa or South America or something to know we were aimed at the right place.So, we had roughly until then to stop a. And yeah, I am a foster host parent. I have lots of short stories to share, let me know if you're interested. Apparently my kind of stories are not allowed. Pity. ;) Here's one that is:Just to give you some idea of what I'm talking about. The other day I met up with a former foster-raised guy who is now in college. We talked about the "good ol' days" and all the things we did as a family together. My former wife was a huge fan of spoiling the c***d and not sparing the rod so to speak. I.