I was the fourth and my age was 18 that time. Mama was businessman and morning he used to go to shop and used to return at 9 in the evening.But task w...s not as easy as my maami is not so cheap and getting chances was also limited.As I joined my college, everything was new. New friends, new place, new routine. Only mamas family I knew. So used to feel good when I spend time with them. Mama was busy from morning 9 to evenin 9. Sumith (Mama son) was also busy in his school. So left is my maami and. I leaned against the closed door, taking in the muffled sounds. God, the sax was such a sensual instrument! So damn expressive... I sighed with pleasure, my body growing warm at the mere sound of the melody. I couldn't take it any longer; I had to see the musician behind the music that was slowly turning me on in the abandoned, dimly lit hallway.Gently, I opened the door to the recital hall. Just a crack. In the middle of the harshly lit stage stood perhaps the best-looking man ever to walk the. He chuckles and asks “What’s it like to be uncut?”I answer “I like it” and laugh.I am finished pissing by now so I pull my foreskin fully back, chuckle and give it a shake and say “Now we look somewhat the same.”He says “Yeah, but yours is bigger!““Hah, not by much. Yours looks like it has a huge broad head.”I continue to play with my cock, pushing and pulling on my hood, stretching it out past the end of my cock, shaking it about, stroking it. And of course it grows and gets hard.I can see. He tried; she knew he really tried, but as the date got closer, his anxiety about the evening increased. She would only smile, her secretive, womanly smile designed by God and nature to drive men crazy."It's not much longer, honey," was all she would say.A week before the date, as he was hurrying to leave for work, she handed him a white envelope. Eyes twinkling, she told him, "Our anniversary's next Wednesday. Please take off Thursday and Friday. This envelope has your instructions. Don't open.