I groaned and rolled over to my side to set my alarm for the next morning. How the hell had Merry dragged the Brad story out of me? She was so sneaky,...I could never keep a secret from her. And she was way too romantic and positive. Originally, my mom had spelled her nickname ‘Meri,’ but at eight years old, she insisted that they change the spelling to ‘Merry’ since Christmas was her favorite holiday, and it seems the happy holiday spirit stuck along with the spelling. ‘So, tell me about the. Using mousse and a brush, she created ashort but clearly feminine hairstyle! Glad to get rid of the wig, I puton some more lipstick, then hugged mom. After she left, I went in atook a pair of jeans and put them on, just to see if I could look likea girl wearing jeans. After all, most girls wore slacks to school andnot skirts. I was very happy to see that the jeans fit me just likethey would on any girl, and left my room. Dad saw me, pulled me aside,then asked me if I wanted to help him, and. You..ruin..my..panties" she asked in a deliberate voice -"how do you think" I replied - "Oh be carefully Chantelle, don't gethuffy with me and just answer the question" - and that's when it struckme that I wasn't in charge here - my stepdaughter Avril was - just 19years old, cute as a button could now control my life - "I jerk off intoyour panties" I stammered - "No you didn't Chantelle, you put on mypanties and jerked off didn't you" - yes I nodded - "Say it, tell me howyou jerked your..... ‘I will kill him if ever touches you.’ he whispered, bringing a jolt of electricity down her spine. Leigh moaned his name and didn’t feel her legs supporting her body anymore, instead she had them wrapped around Damien’s waist. Their hips started to grind together. It was frantic. Pure desperation, her hands holding his shoulders tight. Her cries of pleasure were driving him over the edge. He took hold of her blouse, ripping it open. He touched her breast now covered only by a black lace bra..