I caught a better glimpse of the mad one beneath her robe. Her body was marked with tribal tattoos, lines and triangles all over her form, surrounding...her substantial (though insignificant compared to any of other women in this cave) breasts and framing her meticulously trimmed and tattooed sex. She was lithe, and muscular, and her face was mischievous and bemused at her apparent victory. “It’s all over now. You two will simply fuck until exhausted, and then I will bring the lot of you with. I am blonde with blue eyes and very fair skin. Debbie is two inches shorter than me, with long brown hair and a lovely rounded figure, not in any way fat. We both enjoy fitness, dancing, dining out and the cinema. Oh, I nearly forgot, we're both bisexual and I'm also a transvestite. Always a slight, somewhat effeminate child, I was bullied mercilessly for much of my schooldays. I was academically bright, but preferred sports like tennis and badminton to team games, a fact that served to. I carry my arm like the bloody Kaiser. I have scars everyone can see.’ ‘Can’t you understand? I don’t care,’ Catherine pulled him close. ‘I do. You are the most beautiful woman I ever have laid eyes on. You deserve more than someone like me.’ With that, he pushed her away. ‘Charles, sometimes all scars are not visible,’ she said with resignation. ‘What do you mean?’ ‘Oh Charles. I treated love as a game, a silly juvenile game. I wanted you and your brother to fight over me, to build my ego.. "Oh God, Fuck me. God…Yeah…." Angie's legs were kicking out in the air as Julie climbed on top of the bed and watched the couple screw as she began encouraging them with her nasty words. "That's right, give him that pussy and tell him it's his pussy. Go on. Tell Bruce whose pussy that belongs to." Angie was still gasping for air and moaning loud as Bruce kept driving his huge thick black cock into her pussy as Julie repeated some of her words and said. "Tell him who owns that white pussy.".