Can Mommy Wilkins count on you to hold everything on your way to the toilet?” “Yes, Mrs. Wilkins.” “That’s my boy, Billy.” Lying over Mrs. Wilkins soft thighs on her bed was a lot more comfortable than lying over his mom’s lap in the bathroom. Especially when she soothed him first by rubbing his bottom and telling him how gentle she was going to be. By the time she finished vaselining him, Billy had quite a reaction in front. Fortunately, Mrs. Wilkins seemed to understood how natural this was under the circumstances and didn’t scold him. All in all, it took twelve loads of the syringe before the small basin was empty. And later, after he had emptied out, she gave him a warm water enema to clean out the suds.

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