" They don't like to admit that their parents have sex." Wendy said."We have reached the limit of their Squick factor."In a perfect imitation of Inker...'s voice, Wendy said, "You already produced perfection ... why are you still trying?" Replacements," I said. "I told them we were producing replacements." Oh! You didn't?" the teacher asked."Yes ... we did," Wendy said."That's funny," she said."We weren't joking," Wendy and I said, straight faced.She looked shocked.But we couldn't keep it up, and. "There we go," Mike said. "I call." He didn't wait for Steve to put down his hand, he showed his cards and said "Full House, Jacks and eights" He was sure he had Steve beat. And it was the best hand any of us had had all evening."Not so fast," Steve said. He put down a three. And then another. And another. And then the fourth, a smile on his face. "Sorry pal. You lose"Mike's face went white. He looked at me, and I stared back. I was furious. "I'll get you the money tomorrow," Mike said"That's. Well, at first.The problem was Honest Johnson. It didn’t matter what I thought, the basics of the position, and the friction, and the inability to shut the previous night from my mind all meant that not long after I wrapped her up in my embrace, my dick was again rapidly swelling towards full mast. There was no way Tiff couldn’t feel it, but her only response was to give out a contented little sigh and press herself more firmly into me. And that just made things harder.She wasn’t gyrating. It’s always better after it’s had a chance to sit overnight.”“Okay,” I said, “So you didn’t just make potato salad to bring over here. That makes sense because you and I didn’t arrange this until this morning.”Her grin could be almost as sexy as her smile. It was her eyes that set the tone for each. “I asked Didi to bring me the potato salad when she brought me a change of clothes so that I wouldn’t have to run to the house before coming over here. My work clothes are in my car.”I glanced at.