"Didn't find what you want?"Margo and Cindy hardly gave him a second glance as they proceeded towards the next nightspot."Didn't you see anything like...this?" continued John, as he hooked his thumbs in his waistband and peeled down his sweat pants, revealing his ample tool to the girls. It's dark length curved down his thigh towards his knee. Curly hair formed a crown where his penis root met his body.Cindy stopped, looked at John's prodigious meat, and thought only for a moment before she said,. No more small pinkies. Imagine. He won't be able to show his face in city hall."Georgia laughed and tried to help him by looking around the bedroom a little bit, but she couldn't seem to locate the cufflinks he was referring to. Finally he changed to a button-cuff shirt and went back in the bathroom, and Georgia slipped a housecoat over her glowing body and went downstairs to start breakfast.Karen, their thirteen year old platinum blonde daughter, was already humming and singing in the shower.. She also had her hair in a pony tail through her cap, wearing almost modest shorts but a shaped tank top.We enjoyed all the between inning shenanigans, which included t-shirts being shot into the crowd (we didn't catch any), mascots doing their bits on top of the dugouts and obstacle course-type races including the 'put your head on a bat, spin for 30 seconds and then try to run in a straight line' game. Those two poor kids were still listing to the right long after the race was over.The home. I was feelingill, I was so scared! The night before I set out to be well prepared,my father's saying repeating itself in my head, "Prior Proper PlanningPrevents Piss Poor Performance." I prepared the best I could.I was dressed in Betty's favorite outfit. The one she had given to meas a present. It fit very well indeed and I no longer needed thosespecial panties. A minimum of make-up and my hair pulled back in a highponytail held tight to my head with a light blue scrunchie. I looked inmy mirror.