’ He whispered thickly, shivering when she stroked a finger along the tips of strong, bright feathers. The first time she’d seen them, they were r...gged, their edges battered and frayed like something from a costume shop. Now they gleamed like polished metal, tossing out little sparks of light with his happiness. Nearly all of the primary and secondary feathers were filled in, the delicate coverts fluffy and smooth. ‘You know your safe word?’ She asked and his body stiffened at the prospect she. I didn’t want to be the only one with wet pants! I pulled my hand away, which made him look around as if he thought I saw someone looking at us. That gave me just enough time to lick my hand and get it good and wet and warm. I wrapped my hand around him again and gently stroked downward and could feel him throb. I cuddled up closer to try to be more discrete. He was breathing heavy and I thought I hear him say ‘I’d like a blow job’. I thought it was a dare or a command so I bent over just a. When she stood, she smiled. At this stage of our lives together, she was confident in what she could do to me, and she did things simply because she knew that they brought me little spots of happiness. Of course, I did the same thing for her every chance I got. Seeing her smile, knowing that it was something I did, that brought pleasure to my life.We finished dressing. She ran her fingers through her hair, fluffing it. I retrieved a hairbrush and tended to her, bringing that bronze crown to. The ladies posed with me as we tried out the self-timer on the camera. There I was naked and standing between my two naked grandmothers. They talked about getting it blown up to poster size and hanging it in both of their bedrooms.They both cut small pieces of cake placed them on their pussies then smeared icing on their nipples. I was then invited to eat my birthday cake. Each grandmother took pictures of me eating from the other grandmother’s body. Small scoops of ice cream were placed in.