A few minutes later a carriage came up to the taxi stand. I took Sasha's hand and led her to it. "Your ride awaits, Mademoiselle," I said in my best F...rench accent. Sasha giggled and stepped up into the carriage. We sat close to each other under a plush blanket as the carriage pulled away. It was a lovely cool summer evening in Paris and the sights along the way made for a very romantic ending to our date. Sasha put her head on my shoulder and leaned against me as I wrapped my arm around her. I pushed my hips up to meet his lips, his hands on my behind. How can a person describe sensations like those. I was at once on fire yet ready to melt into a puddle. He did not linger long but continued his trail of kisses down my legs to my toes. I could feel the trail of fire he left behind and after he had kissed each toes came back up to me, and for a moment rested the length of his body on me, just gazing down at me. He leaned down and kissed me slowing and firmly, caressing a breast and. ” As my world slowly entered hysteria, Jeff sat twirling my hair with a finger and before I knew it we were sort of sprawled across the couch. He put a hand on my hip and turned on the TV and then I looked over at him and blurted, without the slightest twinge of embarrassment, “When are you going to kiss me?” He opened his mouth to answer but didn’t say anything, he just sort of blinked as the images on the television screen reflected off his Georgio Armani glasses. So I just sort of leaned. She was in cahoots with her mother and probably her sister as well. What else was going on ... was Dad in on it, too? He was very quick to catch me with Karen and accept this, after all ... that was all just a little bit too easy.Oh, well, I decided ... Erica’s ulterior motive wasn’t hard to figure out, was it? She wanted me. She wanted this. She wanted to be my lover. She wanted me to be hers. I definitely wanted her. I wanted both of my lovely stepsisters badly, the honey blonde Erica and the.