“How well his head opens,” Vika said.

- Of course, - Ira smiled, - For an eight year old, everything should be easy to open. This is my Andryusha's physiological phimosis.

- What is phimosis? - Masha asked.

“Phimosis is when boys do not get rid of the skin on the tip of their pip,” Vika told Masha.

- Isn't it too early to teach such things? - Natasha grinned.

- It's time, - smiled Ira, - How old are you, Masha?

“Thirteen,” answered Masha, a little offended.

- What class are you in? Moved to the eighth? - asked Vick, - I just at your age began to work as a nanny. And left mostly with babies.

Vika again took the fingers of Sasha's pissy.

“Pull back the skin to the end,” she explained to me, “Like this, in order to fully open the head.”

- And now what to do? - I asked Vika.

- Like what? - Vika smiled, - My little boy is a little pig. So big you can safely wash it with soap. Just do not get carried away. I do not know how it is, but my four-year-old's head is very sensitive. The slightest touch immediately causes a strong urge for a little. You know how often he gives me a trickle during this procedure.

- As today? - I smiled.

- Aha, - Vika nodded, - You saw how he made a fountain.

“So can you hold the pot in front of the boy?” - unexpectedly suggested Masha.

“Hold on,” I nodded.

It was ridiculous to compare the eight-year-old Sasha with the kindergarten toddler, but I secretly hoped that my boy would also trickle from manipulation with the pisyunchik. Dropping onto the fingertips of the liquid soap, I began to coat them with a pale pink head — first carefully, and then, when Masha brought the pot, completely unceremoniously. Vika was right. Less than half a minute, as the boy's wand pouted and from there splashed a transparent stream.

- What, decided to keep up with the four-year-old Kolya? - I smiled, watching Sasha rush, pissing in the pot, - I knew that you, too, will let a trickle while bathing. And how recently refused the pot.

“Such a funny little trickle,” Masha giggled, “I never thought that I would see how an eight-year-old boy peeed at all.

It was really so funny to watch Sasha's trickle. Noticing that the boy had stopped writing, I was about to ask Masha to remove the pot, but my wand suddenly tightened in my hand and a new trickle sprinkled from there. I decided to wait - and did the right thing. For the first trickle followed the second and so three or four times. Feeling like Sasha's pisyunchik pulsing in my fingers, I remembered that the same four-year-old Kohl had just recently written: in the end, too, streamed in short trickles.

- What, Sasha? - I turned to the boy, - Once bathed, like a baby, it is necessary and behave appropriately? Do not be ashamed that he let the trickle, how small? It is good that Masha kept a pot in front of you.

“Your boy is just like a little now,” Masha laughed.

“And he just gave us a clear demonstration so that no one could doubt that he was two years old,” I smiled.

I shook the last drops into the pot and, splashing water onto thin Sasha's pisyunchik to wash off the soap, quickly returned the delicate skin to its place.

- Thank you, Masha, - I thanked the eight-collar, - Remove the pot.

Thinking that it was already possible to take out the boy’s finger from the priests, I decided to finally fool them in Sasha's hole. “For prophylaxis!” I smiled to myself, intercepting the frightened Sasha's gaze.

“Now legs,” I announced, and quickly soaped both legs to Sasha, “Well, that's all.” Washed from top to bottom.

- And the head? - reminded Ira.

I asked Sasha to close his eyes and poured him hair with baby shampoo. I waited for the boy to be naughty, but he surprisingly calmly suffered washing his head.

“Let me help you wash the soap,” suggested Natasha, picking up a jug of water.

“Thank you,” I nodded.

Natasha and I washed the soap off Sasha for a couple of minutes - she poured water on the boy and I washed him. I especially liked to slide the palm on the round children's ass.

- Let's move these halves apart, - I smiled, unclasping Sasha's ass with my fingers, - How should I play him there, Natasha.

As soon as Natasha began to water Sasha's ass from a jug, the boy farted loudly.

- Shame on you! - I jokingly turned to an eight-year-old tomboy, jabbing him lightly with the index finger in the hole, - I tortured you to bathe, and in response no gratitude. Only bunches.

Instead of answering, Sasha farted again.

“This time louder,” said Masha with a laugh, and everyone laughed together.

I took a large terry towel from a bag on the floor.

“So we bathed little Sasha,” I smiled at the little boy standing in the basin. “Get out of the basin and stand here.” I'll wipe you now.

I began to wipe the boy with a towel: first head, then shoulders, chest, stomach, back ... When I reached the priests, Sasha again squeezed his halves, not letting the towel go in there.

- What is clamped again? - I tiredly asked the boy, - How can I wipe your ass with you?

- Mine, too, has recently taken fashion to be clamped, - Vika smiled, - I have to wipe his ass with him, putting him like a baby on his back, because he doesn’t give standing.

- On the back? - I asked puzzled, - To wipe your ass? She is from the bottom, if the child lies on his back.

- Aha, on the back, - confirmed Vika, - With her legs up.

“I see,” I smiled, “We’ll do it now.” Natasha, help me remove this basin from the table.

Natasha and I were not easily removed from the table a basin filled with water.

- First, bed towel, - prompted Vika, - Yeah, like that. Now lay the baby on him.

I gently laid Sasha on his back and hesitantly raised his bare legs up.

- Bully even higher, - Vika smiled, - To the full. So, to press the knees to the chest. See how you made the boy completely unclean? Now even the hole is clearly visible.

“How did you put your little bag out in front of you,” Masha giggled, showing a finger to Sasha between her legs, “As for show.

- Aha, - Natasha nodded with a laugh, - And the carrot too.

I assessed the naked boy lying in front of me. At the eight-year-old tomboy everything was really so defenselessly open between his legs that it was possible to touch him where you want.

“Now you can calmly wipe the boy's ass between the legs, and he can’t stop you,” Vika said.

“We'll check now” - I smiled to myself and gently tickled the scrotum on the boy. As I expected, Sasha began to fidget and escape. “What a cool pose,” I thought, continuing to tickle an eight-year-old boy and watching his unsuccessful attempts to free his legs.

“We will wipe Sasha's ass thoroughly,” I smiled gently, starting to wipe Sasha between the buttocks with a corner of the towel, “And now this little bag. So, from all sides.

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