I need an I.D.," a voice called from behind me. Turning around to look, I saw a high counter, with an older man sitting behind it. "I.D. please," he a...ked again. I reached for my wallet, handed him my license. "You look younger than 18, had to be sure," he handed me back my I.D. I took it and went back to staring at the videos and magazines. It was a small store, the register counter took up half a wall, the rest filled with a magazine rack. The far wall was filled with toys and other product.. At that point I didn’t give a damn about who could see us, or who or what I could see. All I knew was I wanted your lips around my cock so that I could fill your mouth with my cum. I pulled out of you and quickly stood up so that I could get around to your face. As I approached you sat up and started to pump me, even before you got your mouth around my head. You very tenderly held just the tip of my cock in your mouth, and you held it very still, but you used one hand to rapidly stroke my. By my own choice I had become a chicken, andalthough I like it, I wasn't given the choice to lay eggs or not. Thechicken suit I was wearing was all white, and made of real feathers,which is why I do not actually molt, I just lose feathers over time.Then, without any explanation, she told me she was making someimprovements, not what they were, and put me out.Her chicken suit was showing signs of wear, so after we put her out, wecarefully stripped it off, including that thin latex suit she wore. Granny called me and I stood behind her bare back. They first oiled each other hair. I oiled granny’s hair.Then they began oiling each others backs, I too massaged her old back. But then they started applying oil to their front parts. I stood still but granny ordered to follow as she was doing. I massaged granny’s boobs as was taught by choti mausi; making spiral motions from her cleavage to her nipples. She surely felt good as the nipples erected on her huge shaggy boobs. I rested my semi hard.