So, he never got to try anything later. Though I did not tell anyone, I was careful not to be alone with any male for a long time as I was dead scared... I think it was after a few months, I started liking it when I thought about the incident.. and even before I realized what it was, I started masturbating. So, I used to masturbate imagining him most of the times. Other times, I used to imagine any neighbor uncle or young men who gave me extra attention. But even then, my favorite imagination to. “Well all done Karen”, he said as she examined it, bending this way and that until her massive tits were wobbling and bouncing for it was obvious that she was braless, something that he had observed the moment she spoke to him. Maybe it was the way she acted; maybe it was the way she smiled and was constantly at his side as he worked decided his next action. “Karen you have a fantastic set of tits, they are magnificent”. She nearly collapsed on the spot for his statement took her by surprise. Often I wouldn't even wake him. I'd just tip toe across the hall, pull back the sheets on his bed and crawl in beside him, tight as I could, the warmth his body radiated making me fall asleep soon after.In the morning I would awake with his arms around me, our lips almost touching, our cheeks often would be, and I would smile each time. Soon after Mark would begin to stir, his eyes would open and he too would smile upon finding me there, a loving smile that made me feel even warmer.It wouldn't. Just as I entered my room, my resolve broke. I turned around and he wasn't there. Weird.I went into my room and closed my door behind me. I threw on some clean cloths and headed downstairs to get some breakfast. As I walked past the bathroom I could clearly hear the shower running from the hall. "Jerk!" I yelled. He had known I was in there and had entered anyway. The bastard just wanted to see me naked. And that put me in a grumpy mood. And then of course then my mind had to wander back to.