"Sorry," I told her.Thankfully she hugged me so I knew she wasn't really angry over it. Iwatched her cut the giant hotdog in half and she handed me it... "Eat yourhotdog," she said.I was glad she dipped the first part of it in ketchup to at least addsome flavor. The actual hotdog was easily the size of a large sausageback home. My hand barely grasped onto it and I had to be careful not todrop it. As I took my first careful bite I realized it was tough to evenget my mouth around what seemed to be. I don't know how I'd even held off this long. I reached down and ran my hand through her hair, placing my palm against the back of her head. She looked back down. I pulled her head gently toward me, and she submitted with hesitation intact. I felt my cock press against her warm closed lips and rubbed it against them, a strong hint that she didn't seem to want to pick up on. Her hands sat with palms against my thighs as if ready to push me away at any minute, but she didn't."Open your mouth.. I lowered her, supporting her by the arse-cheeks, onto the filthy garage floor, yanked her knees up to her chest, placing her feet on my own chest, shrugged my shorts down my thighs, and holding my not-yet-hard-enough dick for support, stroked the tip of it up and down her crack.As much to kill time whilst my dick hardened as for her benefit, I plunged the opposite index finger into her tight little slit and pressed my thumb against her arse-hole at the same time. The knuckle of my second. My thoughts were getting intense and frequently shagged off imagining pounding her pussy while I play with her saggy boobs. Maybe the lust was one-sided. I thought she doesn’t think of me the same way I thought of her. But my mind said otherwise whenever my boss gave handed me a lunch box he brought from home. He would say, “She made it for you. She thought you’d be bored with your own cooking”.My heart jumped like a lover does at the sight of his girlfriend standing nude. But my mind always.