”“It just so happens, I need an engineer.”He shakes his head and confesses, “The last company I worked for had a do not compete clause in my c...ntract. There were some other issues, and I am no longer a PE(Profesional Engineer, it is a licensed title like Dr.) I can’t work as an engineer for almost another seven years.”I let out a slight laugh and say, “The do not compete clause won’t be a problem. You will be working with skin on frame boats. That alone isn’t a full-time job, so I would like to. Shit! All this fuss because some alien fellow landed his space ship almost on top of my trailer house...Now I tell you this is the whole truth and nothin' but the truth! It all started Monday of the last week of last year. Me and my then true love for life, Dessie Mae Stover, was watchin' WWE professional wrestling that used to be WWF professional wrestling and we was cheering on that good guy, Pure Bob, what usually beats the shit out of the mean bastards the evil promoters keep matching him. " Or something," Kristen said. "Why didn't he put the stuff away?" Maybe he thought I'd do it. It's a pity this door doesn't lock." There's nobody here..."They turned toward one another. Kristen laid her hands on Sister's shoulders. Sister's arms went around Kristen's waist. They gazed into each other's eyes like the lovesick schoolgirls one of them was."Kiss me, child," Sister said.Their lips touched lightly, slightly open, but the kiss quickly grew firmer, wider. Their cheeks sucked in. Their. She stopped moving and leaned forward, lying on top of Bruce. Her mouth opened and she slipped the circumcised mushroom head between her full lips.My fingers seemed to move on their own as they undid each button of my shirt while I intently watched the hot and erotic scene unfolding before me. With my tits now exposed, one hand squeezed first one, then the other. My other hand was rubbing my slit through the material of my bikini bottom.Bruce moved his hands from his genitals and I could hear a.