"Hey, ummm, I wanted to ask you something, but I just realized I don't know your name!" Michelle giggled as she took off her clown hat, her long dark brown hair cascaded out.
"Oh, sorry! D'oh!" I said, laughing. "I'm Jim. And you can ask me anything."
"Thanks, Jim. Ummm, it's kind of a favor..."
"Well, i'm doing your mother a favor, why not you?"
Michelle smiled nervously, but I could see curiousness in her eyes.
"Can I...see your penis?" She blurted. Michelle started to blush. "I... i've never seen one before..."
Without a word I moved my trick-or-treat bag to one side, away from us. Michelle did the same with hers. I stood up and unbuckled my belt as she watched expectantly. I opened my pants and hauled my young cock out of my [also black] briefs.
Michelle gaped at it. Then she giggled, blushing darkly.
"Like it?" I asked curiously.
"Yeah!" Michelle burst out, then giggled. "I love it!"
"Thanks, Michelle!"
"Can I touch it?" She gushed.
"Yeah!" I replied eagerly.