" To all of us, you are not a step to us, you are my dad, which I never could call my real dad a dad, since he wouldn't have anything to do with us ev...n before him and mom divorced. I tell everyone you are my dad, and Samantha here, tells everyone you are her grandpa, not her step. The step has been erased from our vocabulary. I do hope you feel the same way as we do." Yes I do feel that way too. I can not remember ever telling anyone that you are my step k**s. I'm just glad to hear that you. He enteredseeing her child body laying there terrified, her arms tied above her head and her legs tied apart. His dick was already hard in his jeans, and he feared he would cum long before penetrating her body. Why are you doing this to me? She cried out upon seeing him. He sat down on the bed, rubbing her leg softly. She was so young- 13 but petite and small for her age- and he knew he was about to tear her world apart. Because I have spent years wanting you, and can wait no longer. You are. You getto choose whether to be the "teaser" or the "teasee," a brazen nympho hussyor a shy virginal maiden...you can be an airheaded bimbo if the moodstrikes you, or you can be the elegant sophisticate...or you can be all ofthem at once! Trixie is the best of the bunch in my book!" I smiled ather excitement and knowledge of what I thought was my own personal desires. "How come you know exactly what I want?" I asked her with a warm smile,noticing that my words sounded a little slurred. "Oh,. Then it was a pink pair of strappy sandals with fiveinch heels. Then there was black strappy sandals. Then she sawblack nylons with all sorts of designs in them, and got a halfdozen pairs. Then she saw the breast forms. He was looking at someother merchandise so she slipped the largest ones she could find inwith rest of the stuff. Then she saw the curliest brunette wig,one that could reach to his shoulders and rest on them, sofeminine. She took all of the items to the check-out and paid.