She was slightly drunk from the half-bottle of wine she had already consumed and she set the wine glass down carefully and began to add the final touc...hes to her makeup.Michele was actually Michael, a divorcee in his mid forties who lived alone and had come to transvestism late in life after suppressing an urge to crossdress for most of his adult years. Like most crossdressers he had urges to dress-up and become a woman for short periods of time and often dressed in his wife's underwear when she. She knew Jacob well enough to know he must have a good hand to push it as far as he had and didn't want to fold even in the face of the friction being created. She thought about it and walked up to the table. "Honey, how much more do you need to call him and finish the hand?"Jacob looked up at her. "$50. That's too much. He just needs to play by our rules." Fuck off, Jacob. Put up or fold." Sam had apparently had a few more beers than anyone thought or noticed because he was being completely. Dave was a little nervous because this would be his first interrical experiance but soon sliped his shirt off and was quickly down on his knees.Dave pulled Jesse's thick rod out of his pants and started to lick and stroke it. The cick tasted so sweet he had to put his mouth around it and take it as deep as he could. Jesse thru his head back and moaned in extacy having never had his cock worked so well. Jesse placed his hands on Dave's head and started to take control forcing him to take it deep. We got back and Alison directed Ian to 1 end of the sofa. Alison sat in the middle and I was on the end. Now i didn’t put the music up too load as I wanted to hear if anything was starting under my nose. The room was pitch black other than the digital display from the music system.Alison’s hand came over and squeezed my leg and then she moved it up and gave my cock a squeeze. I kind of got the feeling that she had started on Ian and this was her way of telling me.I could just about sense some.