I would like to say that I was overwhelmed with guilt over the way I let Harry manipulate me into cumming, but it would be a lie. As soon as Kristin arrived home that evening, I took her to the bedroom. I started kissing her without letting her even greet me or tell me about her day, and her body responded easily to my familiar touch. I pushed her onto the bed, eager to make her cum the way her father had just made me, ea...