“Fuck,” I replied. I turned and saw a plastic cup laying on the ground. I bent over, making sure I pointed my bare ass in their direction and pick...ed up the cup. I turned and smiled as I held the cup in my hand. “Does this belong to y’all?” I asked.“No,” all three of them answered in unison. I tossed the plastic cup into a nearby trashcan and slowly walked back towards where Jim still sat on the park bench. “That was great!” Jim said. “The look on their faces was priceless.”I was so turned on. I. ”“I am Kim, Sarah. Trish has told me lots about you. Love watching Trish licking you like that, that is a turn on for me. Don’t stop Trish.”At first glance Kim is a very attractive slim, late-twenties female, beautifully groomed and attired, the exhibitionist in me enjoying a third person watching me be sexually pleasured. Kim is dressed in a very short black skirt, killer heels, terrific legs I note and a white blouse with lots of buttons undone to highlight her good cleavage.As Kim tells us,. ”What is it you want to see?..” she asked, smirking as she toyed with him.He swallowed. “I don’t know..” “You should be honest with yourself.. Do you even see yourself? I’ve never in all my days met anyone quite so naturally feminine as yourself.” she pursed her lips, “Excusing myself, of course..”“But.. This isn’t me.. I’m..”“Lying to yourself and wasting my time, girl. Try embracing who you are. You’ll find it empowering, I’m sure. And you’ll probably even enjoy what I’m about to do to. They hatebisexuals and consider us as threats as we are not what they claim mento be and no matter if we are women inside, we are still men in theireyes. Some of them are so entrenched in their views that they can'taccept the concept of the possibility of there being intersex people andrefuse to acknowledge that they can be wrong about their narrow viewseven when evidence is shown to them. It's about image, we shatter theircarefully crafted image of what it means to be a woman as we.