Curiously I opened the lid, reaching in and pulling it out of the box. It was wrapped in plastic that stuck to the silicone as I tried to tear it free...As it broke out of the wrapper, I almost dropped it. "Oh my god, it's so big!" I thought, watching it wobble in my hands as I admired the size and shape.I had to compare it to my own, quickly pulling off my pants and shirt, then holding it up against my caged cock. My heart sank. It was so much bigger than mine, more than twice the size even. I'd. "You should go, before Lavina and Mother return."Tharsas nodded, kissed her again, and then left the room — though all he wanted to do was stay forever.He immediately sought out Vargas, who smiled and rose to greet him, "Good evening, Young Master. Can I do something for you?" Vargas, I'm leaving. Damn my birthright, damn this castle, and damn mother." Tharsas snarled the last word, as he always did.The old Chancellor smiled knowingly. "I trust Colette shall be going with you?" How did you. Opera? Grant could only shake his head again and shudder. Definitely not his cup of tea by any means, but who knew Ms. Capriati was a fan? And how she and Ren got into this rather passionate discussion from their previous one, and in Italian no less, he had no idea. He and Art Frohm just looked at each other, shrugged and stepped back when the two of them began to get into it. Fortunately, the four of them had already talked through and agreed upon the basics of Sarah’s proposal before that. The deciding factor for me was the friendship we'd had in high school; if I could discover that girl inside of this beauty this could be interesting."I'd like to be friends again but I do have a few conditions," I told Stella."Like what?" Now she was smiling."When we get together to hang out or date or whatever, I have to be your main focus. No posse, no entourage, and no group, just us. I scrimped and saved for two years so I could come back to school for my masters and I don't have a lot of.