Car troubles

"So you know something about cars as well then?" Katy asked with a slight hint of scepticism. "Ofcourse, if I want to become anything in life I need to know my way around a car don't I?" John lied. "Come around to this side and check it out" John continued.

As Katy came around the car. The fact she wasn't wearing a bra became even more apparent. With every step her large globes bounded around in their fabric constraints. The bulbous mounds wildly flailing around, hungrily consuming the limited space underneath the shirt. John noticed that, due to her massive bust, the shirt overstretched itself around her engorged chest. If he focussed hard enough, he could make out her areola's through the sheer t-shirt.

She passed him, and John got another great look at her perfect ass. When she passed her smelled her sweet perfume. And he became slightly intoxicated.

When she came around she leaned on the passenger door. Her tits still in motion, trying to settle down after this brief, but exciting bout of movement. Katy waited as John was dumbfounded and was trying to recouperate. He got out of his stupour and started weaving his next lie. "You see. There, behind the wheel. The 'slipcane' is wedged between the 'dongrod' and the 'baljoint'." John blurted out, he figured if he said it confidently enough, Katy would believe him.

"Oh no, this can't be, I just had a checkup last month or so! How come they didn't mention this to me?" Katy responded slightly angry. She hadn't noticed John was pulling the terms out of his ass. All according to John's plan...