.. uh would you mind if I... if I... uh... looked at you." His face turned red.Jenny looked at him like she didn't understand."I mean... I mean... you...know, down there," he added and looked between Jenny's legs. "When... when we were... you know involved, I didn't get a chance to look."She tried to hide her surprise. She didn't know why but she felt blood rushing to her face making it hot. "Uh... yeah... sure if you want," she answered, wondering why someone would want to stare at her down. All in the family, you know; that kind of thing.So I knew Susie was ready. That's why I said, "You can try it out here first in the dressing room, hon, to see if it's a good act. Get on the floor, and let him straddle you. We can find out if it'll work."She looked at me, but only for a second, and then she dropped to the floor as casually as you please, turned her ass to Rover, went onto her hands and knees, spread her thighs, and looked between her legs at the dog. "Nice Rover," she said, and. I could tell she was nervous about what we were talking about. I also knew that it didn’t help much that she was four months pregnant with our second child. Clara was sitting beside Gabby holding our year old son, Henri, who was currently fast asleep.“What are we going to do about it?” Gabby enquired in a voice that trembled.“I’m going to have to go and see who it was,” I told Gabby bluntly. “I’ll try and be careful, but there really isn’t a choice in the matter. We were a few miles down the. But as the day went on, and I thought about itmore and more, I started to feel guilty. Hadn't he suffered enough? Givenup enough? Hadn't I brought him to his knees, made him beg and then thankme for making him a woman?And besides, I thought. He's the mother of my children.That night I did some more work on the doll. It was my way of making itup to him. I resculpted his hips, making them into wide, round birthinghips. It would make the delivery easier on him and, it would lessen therisk of.