Straddling me, she grabbed my wrists and put my hands above my head. I could feel her hot pussy on my stomach. Her tuft of hair lightly brushed me as ...he began to rub herself slowly up and down my six pack. We began kissing. Her lips still sweet of her drinks earlier. She slid down me. Still holding my hands above my head she kissed and gently bit on my neck. I could feel my cock pressing hard up between her legs now and she began to grind on the tip of my erection. I felt myself slide inside. I had reservations made for dinner and I had already purchased the tickets for the movie so we wouldn't have to stand in a long line. All of that went into the toilet when you stood me up. You want to date other guys — fine — that's your choice, but make a date with another guy and then fuck over me to keep it? No fucking way Cassie. Speaking of fucking, did you fuck him?" Don't be silly." What did you do?" We had dinner and then went to the bar and had some drinks and danced and then we sat in. With one hand I massaged her shoulders, neck and brushed against her tits, the other I slid between her thighs. The heat was incredible, the gusset damp to touch. As i pressed my fingers against her pussy she moaned and turned to me, plunging her tongue down my throat and rubbed her bum against my stiff cock, riding it thru my jeans. That was it, we were so fucking horny, I pulled her top off and cupped her tits through her bra, fiercely kissing her neck. I turned her round to face me. She sat. Perhaps it's time I explained.My father bailed on us when I was two or three years old. I don'tremember him at all.Oddly, however, his sister, Stacey, moved in with Mum shortly after that.She took on Dad's old job and helped to support Mum financially.Despite effectively having two Mums, Mum found me difficult to controlwithout a Dad and when I reached the age of six had introduced "petticoatpunishment" to control my behaviour.Apparently dressing me up as a girl and calling me "Natasha" calmed.