I’m going to be an engineer, not a lawyer.”“An engineer like Dad?”“Dad’s an electrical engineer, that’s why he works at the power plant....I’m doing structural engineering, that’s more like bridges and roofs over stadiums and things like that.”“Oh!” See, I was learning stuff. I hadn’t even known there were different types of engineers. Dad never really explained what he does at work. He just points at Homer Simpson and says “I do that, but I do it better,” and then he laughs – Dad laughs a lot. I'll take a dare this time."She reached back and found an empty Gatorade bottle as she said, "I dare you to pee in this."I cocked my eyebrow at her told her to hold on to the wheel. At 75 miles an hour I took out my penis and stuck the tip in the bottle then started to fill it up. She moved her head down for a close up and said, "That is one of the hottest things I've ever seen."I finished and tucked myself back in, then told her that it was her turn.She said, "I don't think I can aim that. Behind her was the Kandinsky so that she and it were juxtaposed. A thought flashed in my mind, 'Now there is real beauty - the nude female form. The painting doesn't even come close.'"You're up already," she said. "I didn't think you'd be up so early." I'm not usually. Something about this morning though. I just got up." I stood up and said, "I'm Mike," as an introduction."Oh, sorry, I should have told you who I am. I'm Tara."I once again noted that she was without clothes, pleasantly noticed I. Though another man had broken her seal in college, Patrick was by no means second in her mind. Her husband reached so much farther than that other, banishing him to a distant part of her memory. Patrick pushed forward into her womb again. Yes, only Patrick had the reach to enter her womb, and now, only Patrick had known the feel of her pussy against an exposed cock. Soon, Patrick would be the first one to release his seed into her passage. ‘Cum for me, stud,’ she cried. ‘Give me your thick.