No foreskin... cut... roundhead..' I add, hoping you'll be satisfied with the answer. But you still look at me as if I'm from Mars. 'Look' I say, pu...ling on the loose flesh covering my glans, 'That.. is a foreskin' I add, stretching the skin forward as far as it will go. 'For religious, medical and hygiene reasons, some parents choose to have it cut off when at birth... leaving you with...' and to illustrate my point I jam my foreskin way back, the glans now bare and exposed... 'a 'cut'. After that she put back her leather bands, weapons and took her handbag, putting it across her shoulders. She took out a mirror from the bag and looked at it. She corrected her hair and put more lipstick. Finishing the procedure she sighted at him. Up! – Her short command sounded. – I have no more time to waste with you!He started crawling in desperate attempts to stand up. Ha ha! Oh, sorry! I completely forgot to release your legs! Ha ha! Having released him, she pushed him forward. . He shouted “chal sali kapde utar”.He was sitting near to my wife on the bed as both pair of legs were hanging together and nadeem was still on front chair. I think my wife started removeing her remaining cloths as prem cheered “dekh nedeem ise apne gore hathon se blouse ke button kholte dekh tujhse phele ise chodne ka dil kar raha hai”. Then i saw her blouse coming down on her sari. Prem made her stand i think he kissed her and asked “rani paticoat ka nara bi kholo”. With in few minutes. But since I had brought neither into the bath, I was left to my own graphic imagination.So I started mentally going through a list of men, and even a certain woman who I had fantasized about in the past. But suddenly, before I even realized it… my son was back in my head. I started to wonder, had he ever kissed a girl? Had he ever touched a girl, or had a girl ever touched him? Did he know what a woman looks like naked? Had he ever seen one naked? Had he ever seen me naked? Did he masturbate?.