After a while, Rodrigo needed a pause (to be honest, my pussy too, but none seemed to care about me - all they wanted was a pussy fag to use) so I was... turned over on my back, and Doug (after some begging) started fucking me, with my legs pinned around my ears, a pillow behind my back and my fag ass up in the air, spread and ready to be fucked.And, while Doug was pumping me, the first guy decided it was a good time to fuck my face (remember, I'm pinned on my back, no free will, ass being pumped. "You don't want out there," Morales said after her latest attempt. "It's raining like crazy. It's nice and dry in here, and nothing is going to bother your eggs."Glaring at him, she paused to shit, then went back to her nest.Morales didn't know enough about chickens to realize that she was exhibiting far more intelligence than was common for the chickens of Earth. Of course, like every other chicken, she shit frequently. Mumbling to himself about what he had to go through to have eggs, he. Only now he was looking older and morestressed. His hair a bit longer now had a lot of gray running throughit. There were wrinkles and bags under his eyes where none had beenbefore. He was looking a lot older than his thirty-one years. Thebiggest change though was his attitude. It seemed that whenever Daphnesuggested something he did it no matter how strange the request was. Nedwas surprised one Sunday as they were watching a ball game on television.His dad was in a pair of kaki shorts and. All the while kissing me, he started touching my skin, feeling my body, and I was excited to see he now had a full erection. He had a huge cock, and I was quite intimidated. “Don’t worry mate,” he said, spotting my uncertainty, “We come in all shapes and sizes, and we’ll take it slow.” He took my hand and placed it on the end of his cock. The feeling of the smooth skin was very alien at first, but as I started to stroke around it feeling the hardness under the skin I felt my own cock growing. .