Certainly no more thanfourteen, but maybe even younger. Twelve? Thirteen? You made his cheeksso plump and those braids... they're just so adorable."Ja...n produced some pink ribbon and tied two large bows to the ends ofthe braids. "If you like wearing curls," she instructed, "Just leavethese in until tomorrow morning and you'll have beautiful curly hairall day." Ok," John smiled as he looked in the mirror. He was REALLY impressedwith the work they'd done. He definitely looked young. He thought. Alan said to relax and push back against him, which I did, then I felt a sharp burning sensation and knew he was stretching to enter me. He kept pushing and I winced, Alan stopped and pulled out. He waited for me to get my breath back and then returned to probing my bottom. This time I was prepared for the pain and gritted my teeth and closed my eyes tight as Alan pressed his cock further. Just when I thought I couldn't take the pain any more I felt him slide in deeper and the pain subsided. I. I got M to the house; Mrs. A had already prepared the room, picked up her meds from the pharmacy and gone to our house, not far away, to retrieve some clothes for M. She truly loved her children and was a great in-law as well. We both got M settled, leg propped up, gave her the remote for the TV, and we let her get some rest. The drugs were quick reacting, and after the flight she was exhausted. I kissed her softly on the lips and said, “I love you, sleep well.” Mrs. A and I left the room, and. “What do you see?” the whisper said.“White: I see all white,” Porter said but he was sure his lips, where ever they were, did not move.“Ah, a mere tweak from you visual cortex, and you should see...” the whisper tapered off.“A beach,” Porter said.“A pleasant image that should put you at ease,” the whisper said. Unfortunately the sand was a brighter shade of fuchsia and the sunlight was too bright, even with his eyes shut.The whisper spoke again. “Ah, a minor adjustment is necessary; optics are.