We kissed, gently, without the frantic ardor of earlier. We exchanged slow, sensuous, long wet kisses that lasted a lifetime. Her hand unbuttoned my s...irt, slipped inside, caressed ,my chest. I found the zipper on the back of her costume and lowered it. She rolled onto her side so I could do it easier. I traced her spine with my fingertips as I lowered it as far as it would go. I felt the waistband of her panties. I ran my fingers up again, unhooking her bra as I went past. I just lay there,. When the song was over, I smiled, waved and escaped the stage as Cindyhad prompted, amid thundering applause and cheers - without themrealizing I couldn't carry a tune in a sack. Eat your heart out, AshleeSimpson."Not to worry," Cindy assured me as we once again climbed the spiralstaircase to the VIP room. "The real Cassie Spires lip-syncs herconcerts, too."I reached the top of the stairs, only to be engulfed in a wall of solid,rock-hard flesh."Cassie, sweetie," a baritone voice boomed. "It's. I quickly made myself scarce, and went and sat quietly in the solarium attached to the house.Although it was Christmas Day the winter sun still managed to warm the space, and I relaxed in a comfortable chair. Truth to tell I must have dozed off; the warmth, and the several glasses of punch I had consumed, adding to my drowsy state.I awoke with a start when a female voice said."Well Elijah, I had hoped you would find the company here livelier than you obviously have."Zinnia Teazle was looking at. Step-mother was a verycunning and strict woman. When the men would be away on the field, she wouldlock me up in the house to do all her housework forher, while she strolled into the village to buy good things to eat and meet upwith the other wives for tea. I also suspect that she is also committing somekind of adultery against my father since the amount of money she spends is notcomparable to how much my father is able to provide as a tea farmer. ??????????? When I was14, father died. My.