Hearing that I thought of the many times when I wanted her to take hold of my cock and she refused and the many times I had to find somewhere to go to...have a wank or get into the sea to cool down. The only thing I could think of in reply was to say that it was a bit late now and change the subject.That night I had little sleep as I kept thinking of some of the holidays we had where Jean refused to suck or rub my cock on the beach. Also the weather changed to a strong wind with heavy rain. The lycra fishnet mini dress that she was wearing plainly showed that it was the only thing that she was wearing. Her nipples poked through the net of the dress and as she stretched out one leg to exit the car the dress rode up to fully expose her naked pussy to such an extent that when she stood the dress had ridden up to her waist. She made no attempt to pull it down so I eased my hand between her thighs to slide a finger into her wet sex. Her hand, meanwhile, snaked its way into my shorts. Where have you been? I know you said you had a new job, but you are never home. Why didn't you tell Mom where you have been? She was worried about you. You know she cried all New Year's day, don't you?" I guess I'm sorry about that, but not much. I didn't tell her I am out of town a lot. Look, I'm trying to get over your mother. If I keep in close contact with her, I never will." So have you got over her?" You know the answer to that, so stop asking. How are your studies going? You know I can. And just as quickly as he started he stops, leads me into the living room, stands me in front of the couch and reaches in his back pocket for yellow and red rubber restraints. He shoves me face down on the couch and attempts to tie my hands and legs together as I resist, but the whole time we are deeply kissing and I can see him growing inside his jeans just as I'm sure I have a wet spot becoming visible in mine. He tries, unsuccessfully, to bind me as he is tossing me around like a rag doll.