Continuing the 'maintenance'

John gripped Katy's tit's tightly. Nearly collapsing on top of her back. But he managed to restrain himself. And came back to the land of the living. Katy was still bumping her ass into John's crotch. He now felt his lust fade, only slightly, but he felt he wasn't nearly done with the airheaded bimbo.

"Wow M'am, you did a great job. You can stop your efforts now... M'am? M'am?" John said. But Katy's small brain capacity was fully consumed by her movements to push the car. Not noticing John was yelling at her from behind. Still grasping her massive tits. John released her tits, with some difficulty, and walked around to her side. Katy was huffing an gasping for air. The exertion probably draining her brain of extra oxygen. John waved a hand in front of her face. A flicker of light shone behind Katy's eyes. And she reduced her pushing power ever so slightly.

As she stopped her pushing, a faint babble could be heard coming from Katy. "whussat...? Stop... Push car?....". John immediatly jumped at the opportunity. And took Katy by the shoulders. He gently spun her around. And made her face him. "You should get down on your knees miss Bucksom, there is till something that needs to be changed" He guided her. "You should get that stain on your shirt fixed before we go any further" he said. Katy slowly guided her trembling hands upwards towards her chest. Because of the exertion, she couldn't grip her shirt. And opted to place her hands on her swollen tits. Making an effort to rub the 'stain' out of her shirt, mostly working on muscle memory. She accidently slid her shirt upwards, revealing her massive tits from underneath her tiny top.

Immediatly forgetting the previous action. She limply continued rubbing the 'stain'. But in actuallity, she was rubbing her exposed knockers in front of the pervert that had just dryhumped himself to completion in between her asscheecks.