Under the table, Jen tightly held Michael's hand. Michael could tell she was still nervous. He encouragingly caressed her hand, and whispered into her...ear, "Relax, you'll love this." Michael was happy to see that she relaxed as dinner progressed and the wine flowed.She seemed enthralled with the stories Gerard told, practically hanging on every word. The stories bored Michael, and he was happy when dinner ended and they drove back to the house.Once they arrived, Jen kissed Michael on the cheek.. “Do you like my cock? Does it turn you on?”Juliette is hung and thick. Seb and I are nine and eight-inches when erect, she is only semi-erect and very impressive as we both make mental comparisons. Her cock with lots of trimmed, jet-black pubic hair, framed by her stockings and garter belt has Seb and I searching for superlatives as we ogle it.“Do you like my cock? Does it turn you on?,” she asks again, now fully erect and pointing up at forty-five degrees as she teases it with her. .." I whispered, removing his hands from his lap so that I could see his stiff cock. I rolled my eyes up to meet his. His big green eyes stared at me with a mixture of confusion and anticipation and ... lust. He wanted me...I could see it. Feel it. The way his cock twitched and throbbed as I wrapped my hand around its shaft, it practically begged me to give it the banana popsicle treatment.I took my daddy's cock into my mouth, tongue gliding along the underside of his shaft, until my lips. I think the colors will look better than my makeup would look on you."I didn't know what to think. "I guess today's my lucky day," I said."I think we'll both be lucky," she replied. "Before I do your makeup, let's fix your hair." I was confused because I don't have long enough hair to fix. But she went to her closet and pulled out the red-haired wig. She had already done some work to style the hair. "Would you like to be a redhead today?" she asked."I'd love to," I replied. "You know I think.