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and felt my heart sink as I realised Roisin was missing.
     
    “Good afternoon ladies, I hope you’re all well on this fine afternoon”
     
    Flashing them my smile I could almost hear the orgasm inducing affect it had on them. Chuckling to myself I headed indoors to see the lovely Betty. I was almost bowled over by the overenthusiastic reception that greeted me, hustled into a booth and coffee coupled with apple pie with ice cream, she hit me with her idea of having a baking competition on a monthly basis and of course it would be held in the diner so they could get the extra customers. I sat back and smiled whilst Betty chatted away at a hundred miles an hour, did this woman ever take a breath?
     
    Placing my hand on Betty’s arm and patting gently, “take a breath Betty, I am not going to run away, now let’s start again, nice and slow so I can write your ideas down.” I shovelled another mouthful of pie into my mouth; it really was one of the best I had ever eaten. Taking another deep slurp of my coffee I sat back and closed my planner, “well Betty I think we could have the basis of a great fundraiser, maybe do it quarterly and invite neighbouring towns to join in. I stood and pulled Betty in for a quick hug, the look of shock on her face made me chuckle.
     
    Swinging myself into the driver seat of my truck, I smiled to myself I think I am going to like living here in Dullsville. Maybe I could motion for a change of the town name though, I wonder if this state already has a town called Eastwick”, chuckling to myself. Music on again, I relaxed in my seat and pulled out of the parking lot
     
    “Well, well Trey Prescott it would seem you have quite the voice going on there” a clipped female voice spoke, making me jump near out of my skin. I swung round to find Becca reclined on the rear seat.
     
    “Becca how the hell did you get in my truck and what the hell are you doing?” I was starting to feel my anger bubble deep inside. Pulling over to the side of the road I turned and glared at her, “I SAID WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING?”
     
    She didn’t flinch, no reaction whatsoever, this girl was definitely a cool one. I climbed out of the truck and opened the back door, I stretched inside and grabbed her arm ready to drag her out of the truck and leave her at the side of the road, and she could walk back into town, her punishment for her audacity, Oh! How wrong I was on that one. Before I had a grip on her arm she had pulled me in the back, I landed heavily on top of her and was met by what I can only is the female version of myself. Only difference being she wanted full control. Closing my eyes I did the only thing I could think of doing at the time, I met her lips roughly with my own, this was now a case of male pride. I couldn’t let a woman have the upper hand no matter what I had sworn not to do this morning.
     
    “Stop! Not here in the truck” I pulled back and climbed back into the front seat. I turned the key and drove home, once there I parked on the driveway and before I knew what was happening she was out the truck and pulling me toward the front door. Literally as I turned the key in the lock she had me pushed to the ground, her hands fighting with my belt buckle and zipper. I pulled at my dog collar and unbuttoned my shirt, I needed some air, this was one hell of a turn on and something I had never had happen before. Raising my hips as she pulled my trousers down, closing her right hand around my shaft, I sucked a breath of air in through my teeth before exhaling with a hiss. She worked her hand up and down my length. As much as I tried to will myself to not react, it was a futile battle; she worked her hand a little faster whilst gripping tighter, I growled with each move of her hand, I wouldn’t be able to hold back much longer if she kept this up. She leant forward and flicked her tongue around the tip, taking the drops of pre cum in to her mouth, the wet warmth of her