"I'd rather dig up my stepfather than have those two coming, I swear!" Jennie said hotly."OK, OK," George said. "But these tent people. What if they c...n't?" They can," Jennie said. "If they don't have what they need then ask them to buy it. And they can set it up days in advance if that is an issue." Right you are Ma'am," George said and got on the phone.Jennie was doing a lot of telephoning her self. "I've gotten hold of all the ushers and flower girls," she said an hour later. "They are all. Nicola had a curvy body, with lovely 36D breasts and an hourglass figure but that was the shape I liked my women to be. Since having our two boys, she had put on a little weight. Her tummy wasn’t as flat and her bottom wasn’t as firm as it used to be when we first met ten years ago as teenagers, but I really didn’t care. I loved her just the way she was, and that included all her ‘wobbly bits’ as she referred to them.“I love it,” I said honestly, but my compliments didn’t satisfy her. She gazed. "Daddy, show us your thing or I'll tell Mommy." I did not say anything. I unzipped my pants and started to reach in to take it out. "Not like that. Take your pants down. We want to see it good." The other girls did not say a word. They just stared at my pants. I got up my courage and said "NO" and started to zip myself up again. "Where's the phone book. I have to call Mommy at Auntie Betty's." I gave up. They had me by the short hairs. I undid my belt and dropped my pants and underwear at the. "It shouldn't," I said blushing too. "But you're right it does." It doesn't happen to me ... usually," she said, her eyes glued to my bulging robe."I don't see why not," I replied. "Nothing wrong with your looks." (A little white lie, but excusable, I thought.)"You're too kind, but I know I'm no great shakes in the looks department," she said."It's not all about looks," I said. "Sometimes it's personality, other times opportunity." So you er ... find me ... um ... attractive John?" she asked,.