. God ... yessss!” Pippa exclaimed, her pussy so slick now from my cock inside her that she could put out a fire with her juices alone ... and then ... eased a finger into her butt.It was like creating a brand new geyser, Pippa both squirted and peed on me, but the latter wasn’t her fault. She just couldn’t control her body right then. She had no ability to stop herself at all. She was under my command and she knew it ... knew it and loved it! When Felicia started licking the piss and lady juices. So I'm apparently saddled with a bitch of agirlfriend, and she's the pathetic loser of a childhood friend I'venever been able to shake, of all people. If we're really dating orwhatever the fuck is happening, I can't fucking wait to cheat on you."Yeah, I tried to stand my ground, but I failed miserably. I lost it atthe word "girlfriend." Something about him confirming that yes, heindeed saw me as a fucking woman, drove home everything that hadchanged. I'd been able to avoid thinking about it too. My name is Robert (Bobby) Mason; when this conversation took place I was 33 years old, and a partner with the other three ‘Rangers’ in a computer communications and security company. We are buddies who had been buddies since seventh grade; we even went to the same university. Jim got his degree in business management with a minor in accounting. Gary’s degree was in criminal justice and a minor in electronic design, but his poor eyesight stopped him from becoming a policeman. Ralph and I both. “Welcome to the fucking party.”“Still want me to just say no?” I said, staring at Claire.“No, please, not just for me,” Claire begged with tears in her eyes. “I don’t care if it gets out about me, but I don’t want it to, I told them to stop taking photos.”“What happened?” Stephanie asked.“Fine, since you won’t fucking let it go,” Claire said. “It was a pool party, Barkley was the popular guy in school and his pool was fucking huge, I mean fucking huge, everyone who was anyone was.