"I like it. The only change I'd make is to do something to give it some body." "Well, I don't know what I could do for that." You know, your hair is v...ry much like Carol's. She's done something. Why don't you have Sharon ask her what she did?" OK, Mom."Well, I was going to let it drop. I mean, what did I care if my hair had body. But Sharon had other ideas.As usual, Sharon picked right after our intimate time one morning to talk about it. "Tom, your Mom tells me you'd like to have more body in. Saviour’s Mission, nominally a catholic place of prayer, designed to allow city business men to assuage their feelings (guilt?) when they are in need of some form of spiritual guidance as a respite from their daily rush to make yet more money. In the event, it has more or less turned itself into a non-denominational refuge for anyone who wants a moment of peace and quiet during the business day. It’s now a bit like one of those non-denominational chapels on airport concourses.” “Monsignor. I realized that she was finding it tough to remove his trousers. After working on his belt she pushed down his trousers and what we saw! Raj’s underwear, which had a stretch band, came down with his trousers. Raj’s dress fell down on bathroom floor and was soaked in water. His lund (penis in Hindi language); uncurling like a sleeping snake waking out of deep slumber; came out of the confinement of the underwear. Rekha almost fell on the floor looking at the huge tool in front of her eyes. His. Grace started giggling. Zahra went so red you would have thought her face was painted. “Oh my.” She looked at Ji who was smiling as if she was a vision of innocence.I stood, legs slightly spread, and looked at Melissa. “Grab me a change of underwear?”She smiled. “Yes, love.”So I just stood there and stretched. My little man started to respond to the attention, especially Grace and Zahra watching him. Zahra coughed into her hand. “Uh, this isn’t technically your house or anything and, uh,.