Best Friend's Dad!Harry

~ A sordid and sticky tale of a young woman who falls in love with her best friend's dad ~

Harry pointed to your bed as he looked at you. "Climb up, love. Don't be shy."
You let out a small nervous laugh through your nose as you sat on your bed and let your legs dangle off the edge. You watched as he got onto his knees in front of you and began untying your tennis shoes, taking each one off before pulling your socks off your feet.
He looked up at you softly as he put his hands on your knees, "Let me show you what it's supposed to feel like. So next time some asshole says he doesn't know how to get you off you'll remember this and you'll know the loser's just too lazy to work for your pleasure," he slid his hands up your thighs as you began to nod quickly. His warm hands gliding over your skin and to the fray of your jean shorts was more erotic than anything Randy had ever done with you.
"Is that okay? You want me to show you?"
You continued nodding as your breaths deepened. You could already feel your nipples tightening under your thin bra and you were positive Harry could see it.
"Is that a yes? I'd like to hear you say it to me. I appreciate the nod but your voice is too pretty not to use."
"Yes, sir. Please."
Harry grinned, "And I get a please too? So sweet for me."