The Care Carj's thrusting and pulsating doesn't keep DB, still working diligently at his lab table, from hearing the sounds of DildoDiva's disappointment. "Alas, I must remember that plaintive cry on my return from Sugar's."

The great cock has finally arrived. Would have been sooner had it not made a brief detour to look at all the sexy sports cars at "Honest Harry's Used Car Lot." Let's face it, even cars have feelings and needs. Oil, gas, sexual release ...

The concern Sugar feels for Murphys plight is apparent as DB steps down from his carriage, yet, there appears to be a glimmer of hope. She looks down at DB's rigid rod and her natural charms poke through, helped by the sheer negligee she's wearing and the still humming dildo carried in her quivering hands.

"OMG," she says before recalling those weren't her lines. "My gosh," she tries again, "look at those tented tights! Those protruding pants. That pervasive prick."

"Dids't thou needest help?" DB asks maintaining his composure.

"Oh, sweetie," she says through a series of ragged breaths, "let me look at this more closely." Moving closer to DB, SS reaches down and begins to fondle his genitals. "Take it out! Take it out!" she cries.

Sweating profusely, DB mumbles, "Coulds't thou, fair maid. I'm struggling to keep controlleth now."

Obliging the struggling super hero, Sugar bends down and yanks the green tights down to DB's ankles. The massive hard-on sprang loose bouncing alternately against his belly and her cheeks. Reaching behind her, Sugar produces an empty ice cream container. "Jenna called earlier and told me about the french vanilla."

Not wanting to disappoint, but compelled to share the reason for his being there, attention to Murphy's plight, DB restrains Sugars grasping for his dong. "My Dearest," he began. "Does't thou haves't a larger vessel, per chance?"

"OMG (I know, wrong script)," she answered, "Jenna was right, this is amazing!" She reaches back and produces a gallon container.

Using his powerful control, DB releases a flood or product from his loins into the container.

Sugar backs up ... eyes wide ... "OMG. It's golden! It's really golden!"

"Aye lass, thou speakest of Murphy's need for gold to satisfy the evil Telephone villan."

"But, but ..." Sugar stammers ... "but, golden cum?" There was a strong sense of disbelief in her words.

The prodigious flow now subsiding, DB shakes his monster meat while continuing ... "Yes, my lady, my createth mind worked feverishly on this adaptation for the VMAX wonder pill. Now, take this bucket to the Telephone villan and give it to him. His surprize will no doubt be more than most can imagine (how often have you been handed a gallon of golden jizz) and while the shocketh stuns him, flippeth the button on the right and restoreth Murphy's phone."

Amazing stuff isn't this. Sugar sat back spellbound. "Golden cum, golden cum ... OMG ... golden cum."

While she sat there in stunned silence, DB takes the quart and fills it as well, "My lady, think of this cup and remember me. After all, this bod's for you (in the background the soft sounds of a famous beer commercial begin to play)."

As DB turns to leave, he makes a parting comment ... "By the way Sugar, this has a butterscotch flavor. Hiyo, Ohio, Toledo, O My O."

Reascending the steps of the Care Car DB thinks to himself how wonderful it is to be a super hero, "Fair maid is still speechless. No doubt surprized by the ingenuity of her super hero. Now, DildoDiva, HERE I CUM!"