His knob was shaped like a football and the middle part of the shaft was unbelievably fat. Conrad’s huge hand could scarcely encase it and there was...at least an open inch between his thumb and middle finger as he toyed with himself.Staring in disbelief, all I could manage was, “Jesus.” After a brief pause I then continued, “How the fuck does Jenny handle that?”“She yelps a lot,” he said, snorting, with a macho look of self-satisfaction on his face. “After we marry, I want to breed with her. Mere parients ka bed room ground floor pe hai or mera 1st floor ..Swati k aate hi meine ouse apni mummy se milwaya or meine mummy ko chai banane k liye bola or hum drawing room mai jaake baith gaye ..10 min baad mummy chai or kuch nashta leke aai or humare saath baith k chai peene lagi or swati se ouske haal chaal puchane lagi itane mai mere papa b aa gaye jo market gaye they,wo b swati se mile..After all tht 15 min conversation meine mummy ko bola ki mein or swati oupper mere kamre mai ja rahe. As expected we arrived at no decision other than we would both do our own research.Sunday was taken up with a trip to Alton Towers, which was only twenty minutes away. She loved all the different rides and we both had a great time, though I admit the reason behind mine was seeing my daughter's joy. We talked a lot between rides especially given the long queues for the more spectacular ones, mainly about school and football, though she did quiz me on how much I missed her Mum and whether I would. I cried when I first found out I’d been accepted at the college of my choice. First, with happiness — not only did I get in, I got a partial scholarship. That meant a lot less burden for Kirsten and Daddy. Then I bawled my eyes out, because with the college being so far away, I wouldn’t be able to live at home and could likely only see Mommy and Daddy every other weekend. When Kirsten came into my room, I was nearly hysterical. She took me in her arms, made love to me and got me calmed down..