Cathy parted Vicky’s cheeks apart and the puckered little rosebud was displayed in all its glory. ‘I definitely will be fucking that sometime’ I...thought to myself.“Reach round and hold your ass apart… I can’t do that and fuck you at the same time” Cathy commanded Vicky. A slight shuffling of body position and Vicky did as she was told.I reached across to the nightstand and grabbed Susie’s camera… this was too good not to be able to catch on film. The flash made both girls look in my. But this was years ago. I was 24 now, and I'd long since moved on.So what the fuck was I doing at one of Maggie's parties?In my defense, I didn't know Maggie was throwing a party. I was visiting my home town for a week, and a few of my old friends asked me to come along. It's quite possible they didn't know it was Maggie's party either; I didn't ask.When we got there, the yard was already full of people in various states of intoxication. The driveway was littered with cars and you could hear. She was a computer whiz - to me her most endearing attribute - but also seemed to be knowledgeable about many things - not just her business - and enjoyed discussing almost any topic. I had never warmed up to Beth, but we had a nice relationship even though our meetings were infrequent.She met me at the airport, gave me a hug and a kiss and exclaimed, "Whoa, Terry, are you the same boy I saw last year? When did you get so good looking - and those curly locks! You are going to wow the girls here. She did wear a hijab, but it was always a very flowery, pretty one which caught the eye, along with her very strong, almost slutty makeup. However, it was what she wore over her 5 foot 8 inch frame that really caught the eye: she always wore dark, conservative coloured clothes, but they would invariably be very, very tight cloths! Today she was wearing a tight navy long-sleeved top that clung like a second skin, so that the wires of her bra were clearly visible beneath. It obviously wasn’t a.