He kept his hand between my legs, moving his fingers slightly against my swollen, throbbing, pussy lips, till we got to my house. He parked across the...street from my house. Rodger said we should sit and talk a while. I agreed but needed to tell my parents that I was home. Most of all I needed to get rid of these damn jeans. It took literally seconds to say hi to my dad and step mom, and change in to a skirt and halter top. I left the jeans and my wet panties in a heap on the bedroom floor, my. He wasn’t even sure he understood the allusion. “Least you’ll be getting some prick-sex.” Nothing could be further from the truth, Stephen thought, glumly. Marianne might support traditional marriage, but it was more of the “Not tonight, dear, I’ve got a headache” kind of tradition that she favoured when it came to sex. Marianne was deeply conventional – she certainly wouldn’t indulge in anything that was as socially proscribed as prick-sex was, even with her enthusiasm for traditional. I may not have read the Orlandos, but I’m not ignorant.”I got a tinkly laugh. “I never thought you were ignorant. Anyway, I have two tickets for Jonson’s The Alchemist at the SGIO theatre for tomorrow. Would you be interested?”“Definitely. Can I dine you before or sup you after?”Another tinkle. “‘dine’ and ‘sup’? How could I resist? The curtain is at seven-thirty. Why don’t we ‘sup’ after the performance?”“Excellent. Can I pick you up?”“Certainly.” I got the address and we chatted a bit. "I might even cheat on my wife for that." said my boss. We made some more small talk about how sexy we all thought Brenda was. Frank just talked about his job. He was giving a sales pitch before he lost another hand. I just laughed at him.I could hear Brenda walking in my kitchen. It had been close to an hour for her to get ready. "Gentleman! It's time for a big break in the action. Little time out before we play another hand." I said. They all looked around the room. "Buck! Are you.