As they walked and talked, Martha hugged her shopping bag to her chest; Ronnie carried hers in one hand at her side, her other arm poised carelessly i... the air while she flipped her hand loosely as she talked. I was too spellbound to do anything more than watch and listen to the Atlantic.After a while Ronnie turned to me, pointing ahead. "There it is!" Come on!" Martha yelled, moving ahead. "It's open! Come on!"I caught up with them. Ahead, a few older couples and a younger one sat on beach. "Come on , do my cunt you bitch" Barb said. I got the camera to zoom in on her exposed pussy. Her pussy was thick and hairy, trimmed just a bit but not much. Her ankles tightly in place and secured tightly I grabbed the Braun and it was payback time. "Oh shit" Barb said"Hey, not my cunt hair damn you!". I clicked up the trimmer and blew my pussy hairs still stuck on the blade into her face. she jerked her head to the side as it covered her face. What a great shot, my pubic hair resting on her. However,as was pointed out by one speaker, when it comes to the question ofTransgenderism, the answer is not so clear cut.In Matthew 19:12, Jesus speaks of "eunuchs who were born as such,eunuchs who were made so by others, and eunuchs who choose to live assuch for the kingdom of heaven". Christ understood that there wereintersexed people, and those who were without genitals and they werewelcome in heaven. The speaker suggested that the same applied tointersexed people who were male but. I grabbed a cup from the sink, hand it to her and told her to fill it. She knew what was coming and showed the first sings of hesitation since her proclamation. She eased herself up from the bowl, placed the cup before her cunt and seemed to have to seriously concentrate before the flow started. Even after it overflowed, she held it there until she was done. ‘Now, drink it bitch.’ Again, she hesitated but she slowly raised the cup to her lips. I think she was hoping I was going to stop her at.