Gail pushed herself up, took a look around, and slipped her dress back on. She smiled over at Mike, and asked "Are you going to feed me now?"
"How hungry are you?" Mike asked as though trying to decide if Gail was asking him for food or sex.
"Sex then a sandwich." She said with all seriousness.
He just looked at her and shook his head. "Who are you?"
"The Gail that needs to be fucked, if you're up for it." Gail said as though issuing a challenge.
Once upon a time Mike wouldn't have heard those words cross Gail's lips. Sure, they lived in Gail's thoughts, on the tip of her tongue nearly anytime she was near Mike, but she had always been too afraid to say them. Somehow, she had come realize that especially with Mike, she could be her true self. Mike grabbed Gail's hand, pulled her across the seat and deposited her on the ground just outside the truck door.
As if reading her mind earlier, Mike led Gail around to the back of the truck, dropped the tailgate and bent her over, flipping her dress up and thrusting his cock into Gail. Her pussy wet from the earlier teasing hungrily tightened around Mike's rock hard cock. With just Mike's second thrust, he grazed Gail's g spot. She bit her lip to try and stifle the scream. Not knowing how close his neighbors were, Gail tried to keep quiet. Mike eased his cock back and then slammed it home again. Gail's knees buckled.
"DONT FUCKING STOP!" Gail demanded. It only took two more thrusts and Gail came hard. Gail had her mouth buried in the crook of her arm to muffled her scream. She lost track of everything but the sensation of Mike pounding his cock into her. The only sound she could hear was flesh meeting flesh as Mike went balls deep and exploded inside her sopping wet cunt. Holding her hips tightly against him for a few extra minutes as he recovered his composure, Mike pulled his exhausted cock out of her dripping little cunt. Mike smacked Gail's ass before flipping her skirt back down.
That was a great fuck! Mike thought. God that is a tight pussy. He was surprised that he held out as long as he did. Gail coming on so strong, now that was different and quite a pleasant surprise.
Gail followed Mike into the house. She was immediately greeted by Larry. Larry is Mike's big mutt of a dog. Part mastiff, part German shepherd, part god only knows. He must weigh close to 135 pounds. Larry came right up to her and stuck his head under her dress. His tongue licked Gail from her asshole to her clit faster than either one of then even realized.
"Whoa! What the fuck!?! Got yourself a Brandon dog there huh?" Gail said jokingly. Not at all willing to acknowledge what just happened. She had heard of crotch dogs, but this was nuts.
"Don't worry Gail, he's a good natured friendly dog, and since he seems to like you, the worst that's likely to happen is he'll lick you to death." Mike scolded Larry and sent him trotting off to the back bedrooms. They headed into the kitchen to get something to eat. The night before Mike put some chicken with red beans and rice in the Crock-Pot and its simmered to just about perfection. They had a nice time catching up with each other during the meal. But before the meal was even over Gail had Mike's cock on her mind again. Gail reached out with her foot under the table and began to slide it up the inside of Mike's leg. Mike's cock twitched back to life and they both knew lunch was over.
Without saying a word Mike got up and walked into the living room. He grabbed a pillow off the couch took off his shorts and shirt. Gail very much enjoyed watching Mike undress. He laid down on the carpet naked. Once he was stretched out comfortably on the floor Gail slowly pulled her dress over her head. She reached behind her to unhook her bra. Gail smiled as she dropped the bra on the floor. Gail dropped to her knees between Mike's legs. She wasted no time sucking his cock in her mouth to ensure the erection was complete. Satisfied that Mike's cock was ready for her, Gail crawled her way up Mike body. She rubbed the head of his cock along her slit and plunged herself down on Mike, taking him into the hilt.