My finger nub is finally about healed and my brain is figuring out the right signals to give me which is good. The nerves which are at my fingertip us...d to be on the circumference of my finger. When I would touch something with the tip of my finger I would get the feeling that my finger was inside the object. Which is cool and all but weird. My brain is also adjusting for the shorter distance involved. It’s true your brain keeps track of how long your fingers are. It finds it disturbing when it. About a half hour later, I heard a Mercedes pull into our driveway. As the motor was turned off, I heard doors close, and laughter, lots of laughter. They were having a famous time together. Peeking out a window, I could see that Bobbi Jo had gotten out of the car wearing only her boots! She had stripped naked in the car for the ride home. I could only imagine what had transpired on the five minute drive that took a half hour to complete.Closing the gate behind them as they walked into the rear. The small room was nicely filled and the audience was bright and colourful. I already liked it. The show itself was more striptease than theatre, laid over with loud, stomping bass beats that made you want to dance, and since we had to stand anyway, we soon started swaying.Maria was beside me and we watched the dancers on stage, as they crawled around half-naked or fully naked. I was almost hypnotized, until I noticed Maria coming so close our bodies were rubbing against each other. She smiled. As I continued to play with my now hard cock, I opened my eyes to see Greg watching me intently. Greg saw me looking at him before saying what a good sight it was coming back into the room to a hard cock being stroked!With a look of want in his eyes, Greg leaned over my cock, telling me he would give some help. He moved my hand from my cock, replacing it with his as he lowered his head to my knob. I let out a moan of pleasure at the feel of his expert lips engulfing my knob, enjoying it even.