Junior asked Janet about the tank and she assured him it could be fitted into the bed of the Ford. Since it held 190 gallons of diesel and had a 12 vo...t pump it would make refueling a breeze. Janet also pointed a second pump, one that had been taken from a leaking tank so the tank could be welded. She said they could rig it up with some hose and be able to pump fuel from any stations in ground fuel tanks. Janet showed Junior the fuel storage tanks behind the machine shed. Both were 1000. She began to cry again. The arm went back around her waist and held her tight. The tears were now different. The tears were now tears of knowing that her lover had come back to her. She knew it was him and now she could smell him. As the tears began to subside, she could feel him move his hand toward her breast. There was now no doubt in her mind that this was her lover. He cupped her breast and pinched her nipple. She moaned and began to feel wetness pool between her legs. Then the. He'd never asked her that before. Obviously, he thought he looked nice.Well, what could it hurt? Kids dressed in sexually ambiguous clothing allthe time, right. She kind of liked this look for him."You're adorable, Paulie. Do you want me to put your hair in a bun foryou?" I don't know, mom. What do you think?"She smiled. There he was. Her pretty, little son. Right now, it didn'tmatter what he wore. He was going to look like her pretty, littledaughter no matter what. Oh, how she hoped he'd stay. Then shegasped as she felt the first hard pressure against the warm little opening of hervagina, her body trembling as just the huge blood-filled tip slipped into her. Aninvoluntary cry rose in her throat and she tried to screw her buttocks down into themattress in retreat. But Ronnie only shoved harder up between her tensing thighs,the throbbing shaft of his cock worming mercilessly into her burning pussy tightness.Gradually her cry of protest faded, evolving smoothly to a soft beseeching moan.