- Whose is this little pod? - I asked jokingly red, like a cancer, an eight-year-old boy, - Who recently started a trickle out of there? This naked boy?

“Well, I went,” said Vika, and left the room.

I expected Ira to leave too, but she continued to stand at the table. “I don’t want to wear it so much” - I thought, having completely wiped the boy.

- Who is lying naked? - Masha giggled.

Blushing deeply, Sasha reached out with his hands to his groin to hide behind, but I shook the boy with my finger and he stopped.

“What a chubby belly we have,” said a giggling eighth-grader, jabbing Sasha with her finger in the navel, lightly. “You eat well with your mother.”

It was so funny to watch the naked boy - he was so embarrassed and offended.

- Why are you so gloomy? - asked Sasha Masha, - What is bothering our baby? Does your stomach hurt?

Masha again touched Sasha's stomach.

- Does it hurt here? - She smiled thoughtfully, feeling Sasha just below the navel, - Or is it lower here?

The girl began to feel the boy's smooth pubis. I wondered if Masha Sashin touched the pisyunchik or not. It was clear that the thirteen year old girl really wanted to, but she did not dare.

- Well, what sulked? - again turned to Sasha Masha, - How can I make you smile?

“Play with him in your hands,” Ira advised in a mocking tone, “It always acts on mine when it is capricious.” We're okay oh, how we love. Immediately begin to smile.

- Okay, ladies! - Masha sang with enthusiasm, stretching out her arms to the boy.

Sasha did not respond, only hurt his face offended.

- Oh, how I will give on the pope! - I threatened, - Why do not you want to do okay?

An eight-year-old boy reluctantly began to play with Masha in a friendly manner.

- Okay, ladies! Where were you? My grandmother ... - Masha sang to him affectionately.

“So much love for a completely unfamiliar child” - I smiled to myself, watching Masha.

- All kids love palms, - Masha continued to lisp with the boy, - That's it, well done ... First, with this palm, now the second. How well Sashuli is doing.

- Hold naked yet? - I smiled, waiting for Masha to play enough with the boy in a handy, a magpie-crow, a bodded goat and other toes, - Let him take air baths, temper.

“That's right, now in the summer you need to be hardened so that it does not hurt in the winter,” Masha agreed with a laugh.

Sasha threw me such a hurt look that I felt a little sorry for him.

“What, can't you wait to get dressed?” - I asked the shy boy.

I began to sort out Sasha's clothes.

“Two-year-olds don't wear this,” I smiled, immediately putting my jeans aside.

“I will not wear pants too,” I thought, “Is there just one T-shirt left from all the clothes?” That's screaming. ” I helped Sasha to stand on the table and quickly put him on a T-shirt. The boy was waiting for me to continue to wear it, but I explained to Sasha that for the time being he was like that - in one t-shirt. “Now she is crying again,” I thought, seeing Sasha’s eyes filled with tears.

“Natasha,” I turned to Nastya, my cousin, “Can I leave the boy with you for an hour?” And I quickly run off to Children's World - I will buy Sasha clothes that are suitable for his new age: tights, sandals and everything else.

- Well, - Natasha agreed, - And now he will have something to go with you in? So, no panties?

- So what? - I smiled - Light children often run around at home with bare ass.

Masha giggled softly.

“Well, you thought up, Olya, punishment for the boy,” Natasha sighed with a smile, stretching out her arms to Sasha, “Get off the table, golopopoe miracle.” Come to my room.

Natasha put a stool on the table and helped the boy off the table.

- Promise to obey aunt Natasha? - I strictly asked Sasha, - I do not hear!

“I promise,” Sasha mumbled.

- Look at me! - I threw to the boy, - If Natasha complains about your behavior, so go home with me. Yes, with a bare ass.

I quickly gathered my bath accessories into my bag and thanked Natasha once again for agreeing to sit with Sasha.

“I am in a flash,” I threw out, and walked out of the kitchen with a quick step.

"Children's World" was very close. I climbed to the second floor and quickly ran through the department of boy clothes. She took a pair of T-shirts: light yellow and blue, and specially chose a short one, as they wear to kids. For some reason, there were no Sasha-size pantyhose, but I immediately realized that they could be bought in the department for girls. There, as I expected, there was a huge selection of thick children's tights. I took three pairs: light green, blue and elegant white. “Girls, of course,” I smiled, looking at white tights, “But in our kindergarten boys were wearing them too.” I remembered how everyone was dressed for matinees — girls in blue skirts and white blouses, and boys in white shirts and blue shorts, under which were white tights. “I will not take shorts,” I decided, “it will do.” Lunar babies usually do not wear panties on pantyhose. ” I smiled, imagining how an eight-year-old boy would look in these white tights - especially if it is described.

Next was the shoe department. I chose Sasha red sandals.

“So what's next? - I wondered, having paid for clothes and shoes, - Of course the pot ”The pots with trays were in the department for kids. I slowly walked along the long rack. All the beautiful plastic pots were small. “Is there really no more for an eight-year-old boy to fit in?” I thought with annoyance and in the next moment I saw a shelf with cheap enameled pots. These were noticeably larger, although they did not look as impressive as plastic ones. “What you need,” I smiled, “I'll take this one, light green.”

Having bought the pot, I went to the pharmacy department, where I stood in a queue and began to study the contents of the glazed counter with interest. Basically, everyone bought medicine. I thought that probably was the only one who needs children.

- Here is this powder? - Asked the saleswoman standing in front of me a young woman - Diuretic?

“Yeah,” she nodded, repeating the name of the medicine.

The saleswoman put a white box on the counter. “I'll have to take this diuretic powder,” I thought.

“Please give me these nipples,” I asked the saleswoman when my turn came.

- These ones? - clarified the saleswoman, showing on the packaging of two empty-cases, - Yellow and blue?

- Yeah, - I nodded, - And there is that bottle.

- Anything else? - the seller asked in an indifferent tone.

“Another box of wet baby wipes,” I asked, “And probably a bib.” That one. Although no, give this one, yellow. And another powder that was bought by a woman that stood in front of me. I forgot the name.

Silently putting the necessary items on the counter, the saleswoman repulsed the check. I quickly paid off and went to the exit from the store.

Returning to the Natasha's hostel, I found Sasha in front of the TV. The boy enthusiastically watched cartoons that Natasha turned on him. It was simply impossible to watch without a smile ... Read more →