I slid my hands slowly down a little parting them as I went so they rested on her hips, almost framing the treasure I knew awaited me. Her hands were ...till on mine and she moved to push my hands where she wanted them. Instead I turned her around, gradually, to heighten the tension still further. As she faced me she slid her arms around my neck. She gazed into my eyes, the spark became a flame. Her arms tightened around my neck drawing me down. Our lips met. The faintest of touches at first.. Kelly returned the kiss, moving her hands around to the small of Rachel’s back. I slowly stood up off of the bed and moved behind Kelly, sliding my hands around her waist and pressing my hardening cock into her ass. Rachel brought her hands down to meet mine. she interlaced her fingers with mine and guided my hands up Kelly’s stomach. Just as our hands were getting to Kelly’s breasts, Rachel turned my hands toward her and placed my hands on her chest. I slowly started rubbing her tits, feeling. Derek looked around to see if anyone noticed the voice abnormality. Everyone else seemed to be staring at the stage as if caught in a trance. Derek felt an uneasy fear creep into him. Something wasn’t right and he couldn’t put his finger on it. He looked towards the stage where Paul McCartney still smiled at the audience the way a man smiles at a juicy steak on the dinner table. George and Ringo had the same smiles on their faces. It didn’t make sense to Derek. Why would the members of a band. "What kind of 'passes, " I asked her seriously."You know, telling me how pretty my legs are and trying to run his hand under my robe. I didn't have time to get dressed so I was almost naked. I wasn't about to let him run his hand up my leg."That night in bed as we were fucking, I asked her if she thought old Jack O’ would like to fuck her. She sighed, "I think he would like to shove his giant black cock in me."When she woke up after fucking and went to the bathroom, I thought how did she know.