"I can't believe that your makeup stays in place and doesn't have to be reapplied. It's not fair. Especially the deep painted red of those lips. It st...ll looks like they were painted next to an old '55 Bel-Air." It's always been sexy when you talk cars." You have to kiss her. Any sexy woman that not only loves cars, but loves working on them deserves to be shown all of the affection. She gives you that same coy smile that she always does."Well, you've always thought that my Tom Boy side was. My cock throbbed crazily and I flexed it up deep in her rectum in an answering signal until I feared the head would explode from the pressure around it like a burning hot, tight-fitting glove. Her obvious surrender added to my excitement and in a vengeful effort to torture my wayward servant, I pulled my imbedded cock almost all the way out of her rectum until just the blood-inflated tip rested inside the hot rubbery passage, then grinned as I saw her try to squirm her nakedly-writhing buttocks. She stroked my rock hard cock. While I was enjoying the sensation of her soft hand on my prick, I felt her insert a finger up my ass. It slid in easily and she worked in one, then two fingers into my ass. Deb had fingered my ass before. I enjoyed it, but we had never gone farther than fingers. Then, without warning, she pushed the vibrator into my ass. She was slow and gentle, but firm as she kept pressing forward. I had never felt so full. When she was satisfied with how much of the vibrator. She smiled at me through her tears, which prompted me to pull my handkerchief from my pocket and hand it to her. "It looks bad right now... but one day, you'll be able to look back and say... 'those were rough times, but we made it'." ...with your help." She added. I smiled and gave her hand a squeeze."Mr. Banks?" I looked toward her, "Why are you doing this for us?"All I did was point to her daughter, "For her."She wiped more tears from her eyes, as I continued. "We never could have.