Her legs wereshapely and gorgeous and long and feminine and led to dark black pumpswith about four or five inch heels.I was mesmerized by her.My tingl...s were suddenly higher than Jupiter. I'd been cruising alongat a heightened level since Peter and I had left Kara's shop, but now Iwas swirling and twirling inside, my tingles zipping and zapping hereand there and everywhere, unrestrained by decorum or rules.I was beside myself with tingles.So much so, that I didn't hear Peter talking to me at. “You can’t just pimp out your little sister, man!”“Carrie. She wants it—or to try, anyway. I know you’re interested, so who better to make her feel better at ease?” I paused to let any objections surface. “And didn’t you say you wish you’d had someone to show you the ropes when you were her age?”“I guess I did, but it feels weird,” she said. “She’s your sister. What if I’m as attracted to her as I am to you?”“What if you are? Are you?”“I don’t know,” she said. “You both have a certain something. Sometimes it's hard to describe, like flying, like floating, like fire, like high vibrations, like trees swaying from the wind, like the perfect temperature in the water, like the best bubble bath, like……. O.K I think that did it!I learned years ago that if I put mind at ease, relaxed my body, and thought about a place or even with a special person, I could convince my body to where if I’m caressing my breast the sensations would be similar to a soothing touch to my inner labia. Every body's. Her mind was a flood of emotions, guilt, pleasure, excitement, bewilderment and fear. She needed to get out of there and she did, as soon as her breath returned and allowed her to make her excuses. She passed the empty chair down the hall and went to the ladies toilet to recover, whilst Sam shadowed her and stayed in contact. 20 minutes later she felt composed enough to leave. Sam knew she was feeling so guilty about what had happened in there that she intended to go to the Friday evening.