I had the wall of my bedroom plastered with almost one hundred photos of the young women getting ready to move out into the world and find gainful emp...oyment or to search for a qualified spouse in the safe places where such exotic targets were known to flourish. I had pretty much narrowed it down to less than a full dozen nubile young lovelies all brimming with contained sexuality and attitudes that promised eager obedience to a fair minded husband.There were eleven all told and they ranged in. . your ahh ... penis. It's very big!"My morning wood had receded somewhat, but not altogether, so I was perhaps receiving more credit from Sally than I was due. "It's only because I haven't yet -- urinated," I explained. "When you screamed, I came running." No, it's big!" she insisted."You've probably never seen one when it was — ahh —erect," I said."Oh, no, I've seen my father's," she said. "On the island, we all were often naked together." Yes, but he probably wasn't — aroused," I offered. Mom had really big boobs and generally wore low-cut blouse which easily exposed her big boobs and deep cleavage (Now don`t ask me about her exact figure because I am not a damn tailor or something!!!) Now, whenever we walked through a public place, men definitely stared at mom`s huge boobs and I knew, she liked it!!! Mom wore beautiful colourd saris (actually I heard from her that dad never liked the idea of a widow wearing white dress just because she had lost her husband), but she had a habit. “You remember years ago when you brought her home for the first time? What I said?”“You said it went without saying, then you said it anyway. She’s still very beautiful, Dad, very sexy, but she’s changed radically. She’s been through a lot of suffering, and she’s learned a lot. She’s proved that this time she’s back for good.“Does it go without saying that suffering can bring maturity, Dad? I have it from Alex who’s looked after her since we broke up, and that’s some years ago, that she.