That made me a little wet as it was bigger than my husband’s. He looked at me, realized he was naked. He quickly kept his glass on the kitchen cabin...t and covered his dick with his hand and went to his room.I too went to my room. I couldn’t sleep as I was constantly thinking about his penis, felt horny as hell. I tried waking up my husband to cool down my pussy. But it was of no use as he was snoring as a dead man. I was unable to control my feelings but also not wanting to settle with. Where it led from there was countless sexual encounters with countless other children. The one that stands out the most is the time that I raped my 14 year old Step-Sister. I can’t say it any other way. I raped her. I have tried to rationalize it. I have tried to make up for it. I have tried to prove I’m a good person. I’m not. This story is my confession and my acceptance of what I am deep inside, a closet predator.When we were younger we had fooled around. My older Step-Sister, Kiara, any my. .. I am James Bond, Batman and the by-God-motherfucking-Shadow all rolled up into one!I tried for a surreptitious deep breath to calm my calm and continued."Who else knows about me? Don't try lying because I'll know. And you don't want to find out what I do to scum who lie to me!"Although I admit that I was a bit curious about what I do to scum who lie to me.NO! ... no curiosity ... no doubts ... I am "Da Man" ... you do not want to lie ... if someone lies to me it is a horrible thing to behold. They counted on her to give them the answers that were needed to make everything okay.In this case, there weren’t any definite answers. Harry had told them everything he had learned from Dumbledore, but there were still so many questions. For them, she was optimistic and told them they’d find the information they needed so they could win. She spent hours reading and trying to find out anything useful, but it seemed so hopeless at times. Her nights were filled with nightmares and death, when she.