"What is this, an orgy?" he asked with some shock."Exactly, it's an orgy. When do you get off work?" I interjected."In half an hour. Why?" he wondered..."Do you have school or someplace else to be?" I continued, figuring that he should be able to guess by now where this was headed."Not really, not tonight, anyway," he stammered."What's your name, boy?" I demanded to know."Carlos Garrison," the youth answered."Filipino, right?" I asked him with a grin."Uh, yes, sir. From southern Luzon, not Manila. The next few pictures were standard holiday views with Kate in the foreground and some view in the background. Then the next froze my hand, there was Kate dressed in a short summer dress siting on her boyfriends lap; they were kissing, but what got my attention was his hand was right under her skirt. The next picture was more or less the same but this time her head was buried in his shoulder as his fingers worked their magic on her pussy.I put the pile down and went for a cup of tea, I needed. I felt foolish , and told Mark I didn't want to do thisCome on he said it's only some fun , telling me he dressed up like this for JohnHe put on a navy blue knickers and a white bra we stood together in front of the mirror look we are lesbians laughing as he said itI put the skirt on the blouse my hair was shoulder length naturally, and looked in the mirror and in have to admit I thought I looked quite good, Mark went to his draw and padded our bras out with a pair of socks , looking in the. Then they came up across the altar and her waist and across what looked like.Grabbing a brush from a nearby table, I swept it back and forth across the carving sure that what I had seen was a clump of stone or dirt still attached to the carving but it didn't move.I leaned in closer and moved the light so it fell differently across the stone.No, that's impossible. I blew across the piece still unconvinced but nothing moved.The vines in the carving wrapped across her waist and then across an.