We stripped off our shirts. Sitting half naked we felt each others warm skin and kissed deeply. She unfastened my belt and, sliding back along my thig...s, she unbuttoned my jeans revealing the mound of my erection pinned to my thigh by my tight shorts. A blossoming patch of pre-cum had darkened the material and she stroked the head underneath. Meanwhile my hand massaged her thighs with slow long strokes working my way up until I reached under her short skirt. I pushed up her skirt and saw her. Kristen squinted her eyes. "I can play that on piano. I don't think I've tried it on guitar. What key?" Try the acoustic," I suggested. "F-major-seventh is the key." Kristen and I both knew that the trumpet plays a whole step up from the piano and guitar chords. "You can watch me for the changes."Kristen picked up and quickly re-tuned her bass guitar, not having to adjust it much since she had done it earlier. "I'm ready. Want me to take the vocals?" Kristen's playing?" June asked. "I was. 'Chelsea, I think I've got something for you, but there will be a lot of competition for the role, its a supporting actress on what looks to be the next big kids film, have a read of the ***********!' The agent had forwarded the document while speaking and literally as soon as they finished they had hung up, Chelsea had heard it all before but read the *********** anyway, she was amazed the story was great and the budget was huge. This role could literally propel her career just as she was. As we got into the car my Dad stopped.“David, haven’t you forgotten your script?”“No,” I replied.“Well where is it?” he asked.I just tapped the side of my head and got into the passenger seat.He put one of his Sinatra CDs on and I sat back to listen, it wasn’t exactly my taste but I doubt my Dad was ever going to play Meat Loaf or Led Zep.We were heading up the hill towards the Saddleworth exit on the M62 when it came on, I didn’t really notice the verse, but suddenly, I noticed what Sinatra.