She started to fuck her like a man- in and out many times before removing it from her pussy and reinserting it into her anus using the girl’s pussy ...uices as a lubricant. It slid in easily. She had obviously had her arse hole trained well.After a few thrusts she removed it and got one of the 2 sub guys still on the stage to lick it clean while she put on 2 latex gloves and slid one into her pussy and the other into her anus alternately hand fucking her two holes.There was absolute silence in. I hear a small whimpering and I realize it's coming from me and I start to cry fresh tears. "What is your name?" I ask her, a steely calm coating my voice, in spite of the tears flowing from my eyes. "Kylie, it's Kylie.." She says in a small break from her sobs. She starts again and ceases floating. Falling to her transparent knees she begins to talk. "I..I didn't know..that there was another spirit like me here. As soon as soon you left me, she appeared before me and blew a strange wind at me.. I didn’t want them to touch what was mine.The thought surprised me. I’d never felt possessive towards anything other than my books.“No, Cat.”She shrugged. “It’s not like I’ve never had to...” she shrugged again, “I guess we’ll have to be cold until morning. It won’t kill us.”We sat down against a boulder not far enough away from the three ‘friends’ whose necks I’d have liked to wring with my bare hands. They were clearly visible, even in the low light. I could see the man and his friends. She kissed her and then asked her in asympathetic baby-talk voice, "Is there any bad lesbianism going on, Sharon,sweetheart?" She leant to kiss the girl's breast. "No," managed Sharon through her pleasure. "What an idea," she panted. Denise licked at her adorable little navel. In the same voice, she asked, "Does your Mommy ever touch you,dear. Like this?' She cupped Sharon's dripping wet mound with her manicuredfingers. "Or...like this?" She entered her. "Does she ever....do THIS?".