It was rare to find Kelsey without a hand between her legs. If there was a chance of someone watching, she had her pussy-lips spread wide, her fingers...performing obscene acts, and a string of filthy words coming out of her mouth. She lived to shock, she realized that now - without her making sure that people were being pushed out of their comfort zones, no one would ever grow as a person.That was what she told herself, anyway.In the video, man after man came all over her colorful tattoos. She. ”“I don’t know, how about some of the guys you ride with, you know, the motorcycle gang.” “Set it up, tell them I’m visiting my parents or something. Invite them for a stag party, and to make it more believable I’ll ask my sister to come over, she likes screwing anything with a prick, she’d not only come over to help, she’ll fucking love it.” “No, she’d never say anything to anybody, she may be a first-class slut, but my sister has always kept our secrets.”“Ha! Secrets I’ll never tell. I opened my eyes too, and saw Kathy's crotch directly above me. She lowered her vulva right on to my mouth. I could taste her salt. Shivers were running through my whole body. It had been so long since I had seen her pussy, yet here it was again, like some memory from a dream or a nightmare, firmly planted on my open mouth.Her stream of urine was like a dam bursting, gushing forth in a yellow flood. It filled my mouth quickly and I swallowed a huge gulp of her salty piss. She was letting her. In many ways this too was a strategicdifference between Michelle and Beth. Beth had been able to do more than simply accept what she had becomeshe, acclimated to being Beth very quickly. She embraced femininity asan opposition to everything she had learned having been raised male.Even soon after the change, she had embraced the idea of who she hadbecome and pleaded with her mother to stop seeking to reverse it. Michelle had been quite the opposite, not only with Beth, but with herown.