Bob’s foreskin was tighter to pull back over his knob than mine. OK let’s finish off now “Fred, very gently wash the end with your fingers, watch me first”. XXNX All she did was pull back the skin again and wrap the towel around the glans, remove it and then help the skin slip forward again. It slipped behind my glans which displayed its deep purple glory for all to see. Fred said that he was amazed at how hard Bob’s was. We were pre-pubescent had blue eyes and short brown hair on our heads, not much hair anywhere else other than a fine light down on our arms and legs. She started working on me and Fred asked if he needed to dry under the foreskin? He asked if we wanted to look some more and we both said “no we have seen enough thank you, it is much bigger than ours though.” Fred smiled and said “of course it is I am much older than you, if you want to see more just ask.”
We all lay in bed talking and I felt Fred’s hand go under my PJ top and feel my chest.
