David Summers?"***Steve knew he had to keep this from Rachel. Sure he would have to tellher that this wasn't Kara Steele, for her own safety if for no... otherreason. But she could never know the real identity of the person in thatbed.He could not begin to speculate what her reaction would be. This couldunhinge her completely.How had this even come about?; Steve wondered.He had taken plenty of time to chew on it, and he now had a plausibletheory.David Summers was in fact 'Vincent.' Kara's serial. She put her arms round my neck and pulled me into a deep passionate kiss that seemed to last forever, and left both of us gasping."I've been waiting to do that all evening." She said breathlessly. We started kissing again open mouthed, sucking on each other's lips, tongues entwining, teasing, twisting, licking and sliding. I pulled the zip down on the back of her dress; the front fell forward and I reached around her back and unfastened her bra. My hands captured her firm and well-shaped. She didn't have any criteria by which to judge the relative merits of delayed gratification. She said, "Okay."Denise sat back in her chair and started rubbing herself. When Victoria looked at her, Denise said, "It looks like fun and I could use a simple orgasm after the day I had."Head turning to look at one and then the other, Victoria couldn't believe that Dale and Denise were just sitting there masturbating. Although Dale had told her to masturbate several times, she hadn't ever come.. The rest of the night was spent in what can only be described as a voyeur's dream, I watched the girls make love to each other, I watched as they explored, teased and tasted each other, I listened while they talked of old times and felt guilty when they remembered shared moments of intimacies only they could recall.Later, as the champagne weaved it's spell on us, I told them to sleep in my bed, our bed, the bed I shared with my sister, my lover and I waved away their protestations.I was tired.