.etc. I asked what I needed to stick around the gas station for.....to which I was told that they had made a bet with the clerk that I might be a t-g...rl and the clerk didn't believe it so I needed to go in and prove to the clerk that I was in fact a t-gurl so they could collect. OK, a survey of my surroundings indicates that the place is well-lit and there are cameras videotaping so nothing bad should happen but if it does it is caught on tape (along with their plate number etc.) Alright I. Why was I doing this? To myself? Why was I letting him do this to me!? And why am I doing this to my best friend? How am I doing this to her? He began thrusting himself in and out of me slowly. He felt like the perfect fit to my tight pussy. He was filling but not ripping. His body moved amazingly. He was expert. I laid in silence, pacing my breathing to match each of his motions in and out of my body. And just when I thought he was using my body, he shifted his fingers from holding onto my. As Igot my cook head through she let out a yell and then in a few seconds asshe was getting control of her self she said in a loud voice to FUCK herhard in the ass. I was shocked by this because I had never herd her usethe word before but then I have never done any of this before. I waspushing into her ass as heard as I could and she said harder. She pushed into me and then wiggled and pushed some more. We did this fora short time more and then I grabbed her hips with as much pull as Icould and. "Two at a time; let's get started," she said. I waved at the two closest guys to the door and they came in and approached the tub. As instructed earlier, each one prepared and then began pissing on her. Bridget closed her eyes but her face reflected how much this meant to her.One guy pissed down her back as she sat sideways in the tub. The other one pissed on her upper chest and it ran through her cleavage and down her body. Two guys waiting at the door replaced the first two and she opened her.