No, what you don’t say - there is a special pleasure from the early - early morning when you followed the car that was taking your beloved spouse to the station to deliver to an international conference (fees that completely erased all of your personal life in the previous three days) - you, pulling out the plug of the phone, throw yourself on the empty bed, sleep in anticipation of all the ungained watches.
There is silence in the apartment, and eyes are closed ...
... Plop, plop, plop, plop ... - little bare heels on the parquet ...
The direction - from the nursery - to my shelter ... I am not! ... I am already in the land of dreams, I am invisible!
- Pa-a-p !!!
Well, of course - dear treasure - Julia Vladimirovna - in all its glory of its six years, stands by the sofa and demands attention.
And what's the matter?
- P-aa-p ... The stomach hurts ...
So hello! Such a statement requires close examination ...
Points on the nose - and concentrate.
Julia is standing by the sofa with an unhappy look, the T-shirt, twisted with a harness on her chest, darkened from sweat, her panties slid to the side, a light strand stuck to her forehead.
Looks like it is serious ...
- Well, get under the blanket, quickly ...
Usually, the hit on the parent bed instantly stopped all complaints from the sly girl, but now the daughter is lying and quietly moaning. So it's time to act energetically.
- Where does it hurt? - it is necessary to ask seriously, but not ominously, otherwise the place shown may turn out to be most of Yulkin’s body ...
And in his head - with a bang - an appendix was cut out at the age of six (still - a scar on the abdomen).
But the daughter's finger points not to the right half, but directly under the navel.
I touch - the stomach is hard, but Julia does not react violently to pressing ...
- Have you been pooping for a long time? - I ask, starting to see clearly the truth.
- I do not remember ... for a long time ...
- Tram-tara-ram! (I am not out loud). Here is the result of the last three crazy days.
Completely forgot about the child, themselves in dry land and she too.
We will take action ...
First - remove from the daughter wet, gently wipe the body and cover with a blanket.
I get into the bathrobe and - in the nursery for new clothes.
Here it is - in the drawer of the dresser - T-shirt, panties - well, we still won't need panties ...
Go back ...
Yulkina head sticks out from under the blanket, eyes are dreary ...
- Here, let's put on ...
Mike is wearing, getting ready for the next stage.
The kettle in the kitchen is still warm, a liter ceramic mug with funny faces is on the shelf. We take from the refrigerator a tube with the "Children's" cream, and carry a mug of water and cream on the coffee table by the sofa.
One feels that the daughter is bad, because she is watching my manipulations without the slightest interest.
Now the most important thing ...
In the bathroom, in the wall cabinet - sadly leaning against each other, there are two orange spray cans - a big, puzatky with a long white nose and a smaller one - all rubber.
Large - family heirloom. When Olga (wife) was on the last month, she once asked for an enema for her, as it was difficult to do this procedure because of the large belly. It was a special degree of intimate trust, and his hands trembled with excitement and excitement as he squeezed his taut rubber bulb. Obviously, his excitement passed on to Olga, and she, returning from the bathroom, lay back on her side, and from behind her shoulder looked at him so that she promptly threw her and, unexpectedly for both, they performed the first anal in their married life. sex.
And while they were lying, huddling together, slowly sorting out new sensations, something obviously accelerated in Olguin’s body and less than two hours later, as surprisingly easy for the first child, “from three attempts”, Julia was born .
Julia, who is now waiting for help from him ...
We take the “younger brother”, we pull off a towel from the dryer, take out a pot from under the sink - and - go ahead ...
Now the most important thing is not to frighten the already exhausted daughter.
- Well, now we wash the tummy from the inside ...
(Not the most successful phrase. But it seems that Julia no longer has the strength to actively resist).
She dutifully allows her to shift herself on a towel, and even turns herself on her side, exposing her ass that is not covered with a short T-shirt.
At this time, the balloon, dipped in a mug of water, with a light cotton, straightens its orange sides.
Now you need to lubricate his nose and start the procedure.
He sat down on the edge of the sofa, carefully opening the halves of Yulkin's “apricot” with his left hand, trying to make out the tiny hole and nervously ignoring the deep dark pink hollow between the hips ...
The tip slips inward, and I feel my daughter's body tightening under my arm. She begins to fidget gently with her knees, as if listening to the sensation of a foreign object that first entered her, and I have a seditious thought that I somehow deprived Julia of innocence ...
A third of the contents of the can already delivered to the destination and the tip is already easy to enter until the end between the milk-pink halves. Slowly continuing to squeeze my fingers, I stroke the upper leg, lightly holding my daughter's knees.
Well, the fact that now in my fist - a pear can not be called, and that means - half of the work - done.
I gently pull the tip out of Yulka and throw the can back into the mug, and myself, grasping Yulkina’s buttocks with my free hand, press them together.
My daughter grunts with displeasure and tries to break free.
Here a little stern voice won't hurt ...
- Be patient ...
Julia sniffs angrily, but freezes - as required.
So, now without unclipping the ass, pick up under the back and move "to the target."
In Julia, who is sitting on a pot, her eyebrows converge in one line, her nose wrinkles, as if she is going to sneeze and ...
Hearing, through the splash of the water that had burst free, the knock of the “fossils” in the bottom of the pot, he once again mentally cursed himself for not paying attention to his daughter.
The expression of tense waiting on Yulkin’s face gives way to joyful surprise and relief, it turns pink again, and in her eyes, for the first time in the morning, familiar sparks appear ...
We wipe the "apricot" with a long-suffering night T-shirt (all the same - in the wash) and decide to repeat, for reliability.
Now my daughter is no longer from weakness, but with the consciousness of the right business, lays herself on her side, she tightens her knees to her stomach and even gives out her back on which unwiped droplets of water gleam, so I don’t have to look for a cherished hole.
Balonchik again acquired (for a short time) the right to be called a pear, and easily enters Yulkin's ass with his tip.
Julia calms down and assesses the difference in sensations of the first and second procedures.
Pulling out a depleted balon, this time I do not squeeze the daughter's buttocks, but simply press the tip of my ring finger to the trembling hole and stroke it again on the back and legs.
The even and quiet noise of the second portion of water falling into the pot indicates that the problem has been completely eliminated and that my daughter and I are great.
Now - after wiping Yulkin's ass dry and covering my daughter with a blanket, I drag “the results of our labors” to the toilet, and after washing my hands, I head to the nursery for clean panties.
Taking a weightless patch in his hands, he was amazed at how sensual underwear was being made for such babies and he remembered dull black satin and dull blue knitwear on the girlfriends of his childhood (and didn’t care).
Returning to the room, I found that my daughter, peacefully sniffling, was already asleep, occupying most of the double matrimonial bed. Having decided that you don’t wake her up due to putting on her panties, I carefully lift the blanket and lie down next to her.
Julia, sensing an encroachment on the territory already captured, turned on her side and threw a bare leg over my thigh, returning to herself a part of the space ...
Feeling a warm and soft daughter's belly pressed against his side, he thought that morning was good today, that he had a beautiful daughter, beloved wife, and that he was a happy man.