"Is Gwen here yet?" she asked."No!" Hayden replied, "She took today off to help set up the club for tonight's party. Can I help or is this a girl's on...y kind of thing?"One thing Becca had come to appreciate about Hayden, despite his occasional outburst of macho maleness was the fact he did seem to know when to let the girls talk among themselves.Her increasingly higher pitched voice gave away her fragile emotions, "No, just peeved at my boyfriend right now... I'm sick and tired of being taken. After a long night of my g/f and I both having to work the E.R. for a drunken brawl and a couple of stabbings and a few beatings that required airlifts out which the little clinic which was not set up to handle long patient stays, we stayed up most of the night until everyone was discharged.The next morning we broke open a bottle of wine we smuggled in with us and a little bottle became quite empty while the talk became more risque about these hunters, so my partner, g/f, photographer dared me. Suddenly, she realised that there was a little left inside and even as the reducing pressure of Selena's squirting toilet fountain over her fingers began to register, she was opening her own pee hole to allow a small slight stream of piss to rain over Selena's brown fingertips. Neither would recall the moment that they finished peeing, turning instead to embrace with their lips meeting and finger's questing, plunging deep into the other's moist love tunnel. Selena's tits were so firm, pushing. Both girls had lost their clothing somewhere. I wanted to look and find out where their clothing was but the sight in front of me begged me to not turn away. The girl on the couch I had no idea who she was. It was hard to tell how tall she was from sitting on the couch with her legs spread and slightly elevated. I assumed the girl was about 110lbs and possibly 17 or 18 years of age but it was really hard to tell. The girls hair was brown and completely in her face so it was hard for me to.