"It's my favorite taste, a man's thick, salty come. As he spurts it into my mouth. Your cock's so big..."Richard chuckled. "Do you like it better than... the taste of Stephie's cunt?"I giggled. "I'd have to do a taste comparison," I said. "Maybe you'd let me sometime?"Richard slowly rolled me over, easing me onto my back as he got on top of me. I moaned softly as he put his mouth up against my tits; he started to suck on my hard nipples above the line of my lacy half-bra; I lifted my back, shoving. She caught sight of herself in a mirror and stared. Her freckles were definitely fading, and her hair looked darker. Her eyes were darker as well, but there was something else about them that she couldn't quite put her finger on. Also, she hadn't noticed before, but she was breathing easier--her nose was straighter than before. Not quite back to what it was before it had been broken, but straighter. This was more than just being sick from the nasty potion. She was changing. Into what, she. So when night finally came, Tabitha called up the man and agreed on a time to meet him and got his room number. She waits a couple hours just to make the guy sweat. Knocking at the door, the man, Brycen, opens it fairly quickly. It is almost like he was waiting within five feet of it for her to finally knock. And he very well could have been. Once invited inside, Tabitha starts to look around. One thing catches her eye pretty quickly and that is an award.“Wow, you got one of these?” she asks,. After a moment, the familiar holographic badge faded, replaced with a fake name and ID number along with a photograph of his sand-blasted face. Not many people out here would have holographic ID cards, but it wouldn’t be so unusual as to turn heads, at least he hoped. It was his only chance to get into the spaceport in any case.He pocketed the wallet and rejoined the throngs of people, making his way towards the building. He shuffled up to the door, and was stopped by one of the PDF guards,.