I also knew I would go to any lengths to make him know he was mine.I would have taken off my clothes right then if I had dared. Me, prim and proper pr...dish me wanted to ravage this man. I acted inside my head, and in my heart like some ditzy heroine in a gushy bed warmer novel or a teenager who just discovered she was a female. The only difference was, I was no teen, by twenty years. Also my gushy novel had a real hero and not some impossible pretty boy idiot who could only exist between the. By the time I got off work, I'd calmed down and accepted all the 'weirdity' of it.I went home, showered, had a bite and went into my room and watched tv. Or at least had the tv on.I kept thinking of my 'Rick fantasy' and the possibility I was actually going to have it play out. One thought led to another, of course, and soon I was jilling off, just thinking of the hunk on top of me, humping away. I wasntwasn't thinking 'love-making' at all just straight hard, sweaty, grunting pussy stuffing. I perversely finished my masturbation cumming all over my naked chest and feeling quite disgusted about it before falling into a very disturbed sleep.I woke in the morning wondering if I'd had a fucking bad dream about my brother's wife with a fucking huge cock, running the TV back I soon realised it was fucking real.I went downstairs to find them both up and eating breakfast, they made me some toast and a cup of tea and carried on as if nothing had happened, which it hadn't as they didn't know. What 18 year old boy takes a liking, an appreciation to her wide, wide hips? She felt…different, totally different at that point. She wasn’t sure she felt sexy but it was nice that he had said something to that effect. She was not sure what to tell him and wondered if she should say anything at all. “Well thank you Max,” she finally said. “That’s umm a nice thing to uhhh hear.” She felt good all over as she thought about what she’d just heard out of his mouth. As she began to think about it a.