He Feels, She Feels
by Jennifer Laura

Baba: I know that my Mother has something for me this afternoon, because she orders me to take a nap after lunch. She is even serious about it, as she undresses me and she puts me in my nightclothes. On the few previous occasions when I had to take afternoon nap, she was merely removing my clothes proper and leaving me in my underwear. Whereas now, she undresses me completely to put me in my frilly pink nylon nightie. Then, she gets me on my pink plastic potty before putting me in my small bed. She pulls the blinds and she turns off all the lights to leave my pretty bedroom in complete darkness. I drift to sleep until she wakes me up later.

Bibi: Mommy changes my diapers as usual after removing my short dress and petticoats. She removes also my frilly anklet socks to replace them with my booties. She pushes my pacifiers in my mouth after kissing me gently on the lips. Then, she leaves my nursery and I drift to sleep peacefully, as I do every afternoon now.

Baba: My Mother wakes me up after my nap. I get out of bed and onto my pink plastic potty again. Then, my mother removes my short frilly pink nightie to dress me for the afternoon. Of course, my Mother does not give me any explanation. She never does anyway and I would not venture to ask for any. When she restarted my education after my Dad left us, she explained that a nice and good little boy needed to always trust his Mother. Did I want to be a nice and good little boy? Presently my Mother cleans meticulously my little wee-wee with a wet wipe. I am surprised, because this is also very unusual. As I take already a shower in the morning and a full bath in the evening, I am always scrubbed clean. And naturally, I would not do anything dirty like the other ruffians of my age do. Then, she ties a very nice bow around my little balls and little wee-wee with a nice wide pink satin ribbon. She covers next the nice little package in a beautiful pouch, also in pink satin. It is also trimmed with fine white laces and little bows. She pulls on a very beautiful short camisole, also in pink satin, with spaghetti straps and more fine laces between my little breasts. As my Mother says, I am not yet a nice Sissy, but only a teenie-winnie one, so my breasts are not yet well-developed. She puts on a short pantaloon, in translucent white chiffon, with more pink satin bows and nice laces around the short legs. It is still transparent enough to show my bare buttocks and the nice pouch covering my little package. My Mother is very proud of my buttocks. She takes great care of them, to keep them nicely firm and rounded, as well as appetizingly creamy white. She buttons in my back the fine blouse in white chiffon. It is naturally translucent enough to show my beautiful camisole underneath. It is also trimmed with more fine laces at the cuffs of the long sleeves and the Peter Pan collar. The front is also finely pintucked. The pink satin shorts let the laces of my pantaloon's legs show off, while she short pink satin vest does the same with the cuffs of my blouse. Moreover, the vest cannot button in the front, to let everybody admire the fine work of my blouse and my camisole underneath. My pair of knee-high stockings in white nylon has pink satin bows at the back, just underneath my knees. Finally, I put on my pair of pink satin slippers with the matching small square heels. My Mother brushes my hair and she fixes it with a pink barrette on the left side. I am almost ready, except for my make-up. She never tries to make up my face like a clown or something. It is always very nice and elegant. My Mother always explains that she likes me to be all pretty and delicate, but never ridiculous.

Bibi: Mommy comes to wake me up. However, it must be later than usual, because I am already awake when she arrives. I feel my diapers so wet and heavy underneath my cute gingham, baby blue and white panties, trimmed with white broderie Anglaise around the legs.
Naturally, they are lined with plastic, as all my frilly outer panties are. But I also always wear regular plastic panties underneath. And I naturally wear diapers as well. Those in the daytime are usually not as thick as the ones, which I wear at nighttime, except when I go out with Mommy.
Mommy pulls the pacifier out of my mouth to kiss me again. As usual, she instantly pats my bottom to see if I have been her good baby and if I wet and dirty my diapers. By now I almost always wet my diapers without thinking about it. However, I do not always poop. If I can, I try to force myself. However, I cannot always make it happen. Then Mommy gives me an enema. I quite like the feeling of the enema, but I cannot seem to stop pooping afterwards and Mommy lets me in my dirty diapers, which I do not really like. So, I try to avoid enemas.
Anyway, presently I am wet and dirty. I am too big for Mommy to carry me on the changing table. So she lets me crawl out of my crib and through the nursery floor before getting upon the table. There, she removes my two pairs of panties, as well as my dirty diapers. She cleans my soiled bottom very meticulously with wet wipes, before applying again baby cream and powder. She places fresh diapers and she fastens them with the pair of large safety pins. She covers the diapers with a pair of clear transparent plastic panties. I do not like those as they show very clearly when I am dirty. I prefer the soft translucent baby blue ones. They are softer to touch and they make less noise when I move. Now I understand why Mommy puts on the transparent panties, because she covers them with frilly white nylon panties. The translucent blue ones would show underneath those and they would not be so nice to look at. Then she puts back on my white petticoats and anklet socks, followed by one of my preferred dresses. It is in white broderie Anglaise with short puffy sleeves and a Peter Pan collar. The bodice is fitted, but the short skirt is flared. Moreover, the frilly petticoats underneath make the skirt stand out nicely. She ties the baby blue satin sash around my waist in a large bow in my back. I feel very pretty in this dress and Mommy finds me adorable. She kisses me several times, as she seems very happy. She puts back on my anklet socks, followed by my white patent Mary Jane sandals. She puts on the matching bonnet, also in white broderie Anglaise with baby blue satin ribbons underneath my chins. Of course, she puts on the baby blue satin ribbon of my pacifier around my neck and she plops the pacifier in my mouth. Usually, Mommy would feed me the afternoon bottle in the nursery, before taking me eventually downstairs. Instead, she attaches immediately the baby blue leather harness, which she only uses when we go out. Otherwise, she lets me follow her, crawling behind her.

Baba: My Mother takes my hand and she leads me back downstairs. Today she does not take me to the living room for my afternoon snack of hot chocolate milk and cookies, which I drink and eat only after she puts on my nice pinafore to protect my fine clothes. Instead, she takes me to the entrance, where she puts on my straw boater, with the pink satin ribbon around the crown. She gives me also my pink patent purse, containing my handkerchief and my make-up kit. We are obviously going out for an important visit! I feel a bit embarrassed nevertheless to show my nice clothes to strangers. Very often they laugh at me. But my Mother tells me that they do not matter. She loves me and I have only to please her. We get in her car. She does not want that I sit in the front. She pretends that it is the most dangerous spot and that she does not want to lose also her beautiful and sweet little boy. I climb at the back and I fasten my seatbelt, despite the fact that my Mother's car has airbags all around.


Bibi: Mommy lets me walk down the stairs. Most of the time, I have to crawl down the stairs, bottom first. But now I can walk down. However, I must still hold on to the ramp and Mommy holds firmly the leash attached to my blue leather harness. I do not understand anymore, because when we reach the bottom of the stairs, Mommy stops me when I try to continue towards the entrance. Instead, she pulls the leash to direct me towards our living room. Then, why did she put on my harness if we stay indoors? I understand when I discover that my playpen, usually placed in front of the television, has been removed. Only the usual mat, normally placed at the bottom of my playpen, remains. Naturally, the cotton cover is treated to protect the mat from possible leakage despite my double pairs of panties. Mommy leads me to the mat, where I sit down, and she attaches the leash of my harness to one of the legs of the sofa. She caresses lightly my head through my bonnet and she asks me to be a good baby as she leaves the room.

Baba: We drive to a completely unknown suburb. Of course, I almost never leave our own residential district, as my Mother does not want that I should be exposed to the ugly world outside. I quite like this other suburb, with the nice houses lining the quiet lanes, under the shadow of old trees. My Mother parks the car in the driveway of a rather large and beautiful house. I am sure that I have never been here before. My Mother gets out of the car and she opens the door for me. I detach my safety belt and I step out of the car, waiting for her to close back my door. Then, she grabs my hand and we walk to the front door. I feel rather glad that no one in the neighborhood seems to be watching. At the same time, I am a little nervous about visiting unknown peoples.

Bibi: I start getting bored, just sitting on my mat without anything to do. I can hear Mommy moving around and doing things in the kitchen. Then, after a while, I hear a car stopping in the driveway, at the front of our house. I feel very nervous about receiving visitors. They must be important, because Mommy would never have behaved or prepared me in this way. I am now used being a baby in front of Mommy's regular friends, but I feel nervous when I have to meet new people for the first time. As the bell rings at the door, Mommy comes out of the kitchen to answer at the door.

Baba: I do not know if I would be better off hiding behind my Mother from the sight of our hostess, or hiding from possible onlookers by stepping in front of my Mother. Naturally, my Mother decides for me by holding firmly my hand and keeping me just right by her side! Our hostess opens the door. She is about the same size as my Mother is. She is also very beautiful, yet less intimidating than my Mother is as she greets us with a wide smile. She exchanges kisses with my Mother. Then, my Mother introduces me. I make a small curtsy in front of the pleasant woman, as I am trained to do in front of any women or girls. I hold the hems of my pink satin shorts, placing one foot behind the other, I bend slightly my knees. However, I am always careful not to scrap the tips of my shoes, especially today with the delicate pink satin of my slippers. Our hostess compliments my Mother how delicious and pretty I am! I blush under the warm compliment and I can see that my Mother is very pleased to hear this praise. Then, our hostess asks my Mother for her permission to kiss me. Of course, my Mother agrees and the beautiful woman takes my face between her two cool hands to place a long kiss on my glossy pink lips. She releases me and she steps aside to invite us inside.


Bibi: I can hear peoples talking on the doorstep. However, I cannot see anyone from my place on the mat. A moment later, the front door closes and I hear the footsteps coming towards our living room. Naturally, I blush when the young woman and the funny looking boy enter our living room. Mommy introduces me to them. Of course, since I am a baby, she told me that I must always wait for any visitor to do what they want to me. I simply blush and wait, sucking on my pacifier. Because I am nervous, I feel that I wet my diapers. The woman orders the funny looking boy to greet me. He removes his straw hat with the pink ribbon and he holds the hem of his pink satin shorts to make a curtsy before me. He addresses me very respectfully as Miss! His shorts seem too short, because the frilly lace of some underpants comes out of the legs. I would like to giggle at how ridiculous and embarrassing he looks, but I realize that I must look exactly as funny and embarrassing to him. Then, the woman crouches in front of me. She pinches gently my cheeks and she kisses me several times on both cheeks. She gets back on her feet and she compliments Mommy what an adorable baby she has! I can see that Mommy is very pleased with the compliment. Mommy takes her visitor's arm to lead her to the sofa, where they sit down. The woman orders her funny looking son to move a low chair besides the sofa, by their feet and to sit down. He obeys his Mom's order with a respectful: "Yes, Mother." He sits down, keeping his knees pressed together and his legs neatly tucked sideways, because of the low chair. He really sits down like a proper young lady!

Baba: The girl sitting on a mat placed on the floor of the large living room must be my age. However, she looks absolutely ridiculous! A white embroidered bonnet covers her hair, although some brown curls still appear. The bonnet is attached under her chin by baby blue satin ribbons. She looks very pretty actually! However, her short matching white embroidered dress is lifted over very frilly petticoats almost to her panties. Those are in very frilly white nylon and they look strangely padded. Her thighs and legs are bare, but she wears also frilly short anklet socks and white patent shoes with thin top straps. She suckles on a baby blue pacifier, attached around her neck by another baby blue satin ribbon. My Mother orders me to greet the ridiculous looking girl. I feel like laughing at her, but I know that my Mother would be very upset with me. Therefore, I simply do my usual curtsy, after removing my boater. Then, I wait politely while my Mother crouches to kiss the girl several times. She compliments our hostess about her adorable baby! How could you like to be treated like a baby when you are a teenager? Then, we all sit down. Naturally, I sit down decently, as my Mother showed me so often. My Mother discusses with our hostess and I simply listen. I feel bored, so I look the girl on her mat. I know that it is very rude to stare at women and girls and that I should keep my eyes lowered. I simply hope that my Mother is too busy to notice! The girl is truly very beautiful. Even her ridiculous baby dressing cannot hide her beauty. She blushes each time that our eyes meet.

Bibi: I feel very embarrassed! Did anybody told this ridiculous looking boy that it is very rude to stare at people? He keeps starting so rudely at me. I can feel that he wants to laugh at me for being treated like a baby. He never looked at himself? He is so ridiculous in his pink satin outfit and frilly translucent blouse showing his sissy pink underwear! And when I look at his made-up face, I feel also like laughing. Yet, I must say that he looks very pretty in his sissy fashion. He also looks rather sweet. At the same time that I despise him, I feel also kind of sorry for him. He has to stop staring at me when Mommy proposes some tea. The boy's Mom assures Mommy that she does not need to trouble herself. Her little boy will certainly serve us. She addresses him as Sweetie to ask him if he will serve us indeed? He answers very respectfully, addressing his Mom again as Mother and Mommy as Madam.
His Mom asks Mommy if she could only lend some apron to avoid Sweetie to dirty his pretty clothes. Mommy still gets up to get the requested apron. I did not know that she ever had anything like that in our house! It looks like some kind of long blouse, with cap sleeves. It closes in the back with several small ribbons as well as with a wide sash forming belt. The garment is in white shining nylon, abundantly trimmed with laces. Mommy calls it a piny as she puts it on the boy, addressing him also as Sweetie. She attaches the smaller ribbons in his back, before tying the wider sash in a large bow at the boy's back. The boy's Mom seems to appreciate the garment and she asks her Sweetie to thank Mommy. The boy makes another curtsy as he thanks politely Mommy for lending him such a beautiful pinafore. Then, Mommy instructs him about what to get from our kitchen, before coming back to sit on the sofa.

Baba: I am interrupted in my admiration of the beautiful baby girl when my Mother asks me to serve tea for them. I feel very embarrassed again when our beautiful hostess puts on the frilly pinafore on me. Of course, I do not mind wearing a pinafore and this one is truly delightful, but I feel embarrassed that our hostess puts it on me. Nobody other than my Mother ever dressed me before. I listen carefully the instructions from our hostess about what I need to prepare and how to do it. Any incident would be too embarrassing! I go to the large kitchen. I like it because it is as orderly as our own is. My Mother always says that orderliness is the reflection of clean mind. She also pretends that only women know how to appreciate that. She always insists that I must be very orderly. I prepare the tea trolley and when everything is neatly presented and ready, I push the trolley to the living room. As my Mother trained me to do, I serve our hostess first, giving her one of the delicate chin teacups and saucers. Then, I present her with the silver sugar bowl, before serving the hot tea, using properly the small silver strainer. When the cup is just filled right, I propose also the small silver cream jug. I repeat the same service for my Mother, before passing them the dish with the small sandwiches. I am almost ready to go back to my low chair, when I receive a shock! Our beautiful hostess asks my Mother if it would be all right for me to feed the bottle to her baby!

Bibi: When the funny boy disappears in the kitchen, I feel bored again, having still nothing to do. I listen to Mommy exchanging views with our visitor about the advantage of a proper upbringing for us youngsters. However, I have already heard it several times before. The young boy returns, pushing the tea trolley. When I see my bottle and my bib on top of the trolley I feel a bit embarrassed. I knew that Mommy would feed me the bottle in front of our guests. But I still feel a bit embarrassed about it. The boy, still wearing his beautiful pinafore, serves tea to Mommy and to his own Mom. He really knows how to serve properly. His Mom certainly teaches him well! When he finishes, I receive a sock when Mommy asks our visitor if Sweetie can give my bottle? This is so terribly embarrassing! Mommy explains to Sweetie what he must do. I see that the boy is as embarrassed as I am about this. He sits down on the floor besides me. He detaches the leash from my baby blue leather harness and he invites me very politely to lie down, with my head resting against his shoulder. He continues addressing me as Miss. Naturally, I know how to position myself. I kind of like the smooth feeling of his pink satin jacket against my cheek. He fastens the bib around my neck. I feel his trembling hands against my neck as he ties the ribbons. His hands are soft and warm. Then, he picks up my baby bottle and he presents the teat in front of my mouth. The silly boy forgets that my pacifier is still in my mouth! His Mom orders him sharply to pay more attention. He blushes furiously and I see tears forming in his eyes. He removes gently the pacifier and he presents again the teat of the bottle. I start instantly suckling and he progressively stop trembling.

Baba: How embarrassing it is to feed a bottle to this beautiful girl! I do not know how to do that. I am sure to make some mistake! However, our beautiful hostess explains very gently what I need to do. I can tell that the girl helps me by taking the proper position by herself. It is difficult to attach the bib around her neck, because my hands are shaking so much! Her hair is so delightfully silky and soft! My hands continue to tremble, but more from pleasure than anxiety when they brush accidentally the soft skin of her neck. Then I make the mistake, which I was sure of making! I forget about the pacifier in her mouth as I already present the bottle in front of beautiful lips. Instantly, my Mother reprimands me sharply for being dull-witted! I almost cry! It so terrible to feel so stupid with this pretty girl pressing her beautiful face against my shoulder and holding her warm body in my arm! When I get it right, the girl starts suckling quickly on her bottle. She finishes it fast. Her Mother invites me then to put down the bottle and to turn the girl around, with her face over my shoulder before patting her in the back. Fortunately, the girl knows how to do it and she takes again the position by herself. I start patting her in the back. However, I am afraid to hurt her.

Bibi: I finish quickly my bottle. Mommy shocks me again when she asks Sweetie to burp me! Mommy seldom burps me, unless she feeds me several bottles in a row. It is so horribly embarrassing to have this boy burping me! He certainly looks as stricken as I am by the idea. However, I help him by taking the proper position. I feel more comfortable hiding my face away from the observing trio and I relax slightly. I even get excited to feel Sweetie rub gently my back. He treats me like I was made of fragile sugar candy! I probably suckled too fast my bottle, because I feel the gas bubble rising in my throat only seconds before I belch out rather loudly! I feel so ashamed!

Baba: Suddenly the pretty girl gives out a loud burp! I certainly turn red with embarrassment. I continue rubbing gently her back, because I am too ashamed to turn her back and to look into her eyes. However, her Mother invites me to stop now and to put the leash back, after removing her bib. I regret very much leaving the girl after I finish obeying her Mother. I really enjoyed holding her in my arms. I resume my service of more tea and more sandwiches. Then my Mother permits me to serve myself some tea and only one sandwich. I return to my low chair, where I start staring again rather impolitely at the beautiful girl. When the two women finish their tea, I help taking away their respective cups and saucers. I feel very excited when our hostess proposes my Mom if she would like to change the baby? My Mother accepts with great enthusiasm. In exchange, she proposes our hostess to put me on the potty! Of course, this is much less exciting. It is even outright shameful and I feel the tears coming down my cheeks. As the tears will ruin my make-up, I feel like crying even more!

Bibi: I simply cannot believe that Mommy would propose our guest to change my diapers! This is so horrible! At the same time, hearing that Mommy would put Sweetie on the potty excites me. I can see tears rolling down his cheeks! After all, it is rather normal for a baby to be changed. But for a young boy to get on the potty in public must be really embarrassing. Both mothers get up, ordering us to be good and stay put. They return shortly afterwards, bringing in the necessary things. Our guest gently invites me to lie down on the mat, after releasing the leash from my harness. I lie down to let her pull up my short dress and frilly white petticoats. Then, she pulls down first my frilly white nylon panties. She seems to like my transparent plastic panties because she caresses them, pressing my wet diapers on my crotch. Of course, I cannot see my transparent plastic panties being lying down on my back, but I know that my dirty yellow diapers are completely visible.
The woman finally pulls down my second pair of panties. She removes the pair of large safety pins and she opens my dirty diapers. She pulls them away, before cleaning my hairless crotch and bottom with wet wipes. She applies fresh baby cream and powder. She seems less proficient than Mommy is to diaper me back. However, she still manages this. She adjusts back my double pairs of panties and she finally pulls down my petticoats and dress. Finally, she attaches back the leash to my harness.
In the meantime, I can clearly see Mommy looking after Sweetie's potty time. She opens and removes completely his pink satin short. I feel amused to discover his translucent white frilly pantaloons revealing the cute pouch over his sex. Mommy pulls down the pantaloons. She caresses the pink satin pouch for a while, before pulling it off. Now Sweetie's teeny-weeny sex is all hard in the cute satin bow! Tears continue flowing freely down his cheeks and his face is all red in embarrassment. Mommy places the pink plastic potty conveniently on the floor and she gently helps Sweetie to sit down on the potty. Where is it coming from? Either Mommy bought it, or Sweetie's Mom carried it with them. Anyway, Sweetie continues to be very embarrassed, because his teeny-weeny sex is standing straight! If he does his pee-pee, he will surely miss the potty!

Baba: Through my shameful tears, I observe with mounting pleasure my Mother while she changes the baby girl. I really like the sight of the yellow diapers underneath the misty plastic shield of her second pair of panties. Then, I like even more the sight of her bare sex. I enjoy also a lot the hands of my Mother rubbing the cream and powder all over her hairless sex and cute rounded bottom. How I wish they were my hands instead! Of course, this makes my teenie-winnie sex all hard and straight.
Of course, the caresses from our hostess undressing me certainly do not help! I am so ashamed. I still feel my tears flowing freely down my cheeks. When I see the beautiful girl looking at me, I cannot prevent my face to burn! She seems so casual and easy being changed by my Mother.
When our hostess helps me sit on the potty, my sex is even harder and straight. I certainly cannot do my pee-pee like this! Besides, the nice pink bow around my stiff wee-wee and my little balls would certainly get wet in the potty.
Our hostess is certainly looking at lost about what to do with me. She asks my Mother. I shiver with fear when I hear my Mother's answer! She proposes our hostess either to make me come or to slap my little wee-wee to make it soft again!

Bibi: Mommy is certainly not used to handle little boy's hard-on! She does not seem to know what to do with it, because she asks the advice of our visitor. I find interesting the options proposed by the beautiful woman. I think that the first one is probably better, because I guess that a slap may be very painful. But of course Mommy is always very clever. She slaps repeatedly the little hard sex in the pink bow, but very gently. It looks more like she is patting it..

Baba: I certainly appreciate the decision of our beautiful hostess. It is very pleasurable anyway and I stop crying. She starts patting gently my hard-on. I cannot resist the pleasure very long and I come. My face continues burning in shame as I put plenty of my sissy cream all over our hostess' hand. The nice package gets also dirty. Of course, after that my little wee-wee gets soft again.
Then, our hostess grabs my soft wee-wee to keep it down. She hisses sounds like those made by my Mother under the same circumstances. My face continues burning all the time! At first, only few trickles come out. However, after a short while, my pee-pee starts flowing freely. When I finish, the beautiful woman removes my bow and she wipes my wet wee-wee with it. Then, she helps me back on my feet, while holding my potty to avoid spilling it on the floor of the living room.

Bibi: Mommy makes the boy pee-pee in the potty. Afterwards, she cleans him with the already soiled pink bow and she helps him to get up. She replaces the previous pink satin bow by making another one with the ribbons of the pacifier, after taking it from the boy's mouth. Now, his cute little package includes also one of my pacifiers! Mommy puts back on his nice satin pouch and she pulls up his white chiffon pantaloons. She suggests to our visitor that we can put on Sweetie's shorts later, when they will go back home. Our visitor agrees. Then, our two moms suggest that we take the opportunity of the fine weather to go into our garden. Sweetie receives the permission to hold the leash of my harness. He has to put back his straw hat with the pink ribbon first.

Baba: Our nice hostess makes another bow around my wee-wee and balls with the ribbons of the pacifier, letting the teat dangling underneath. Then, she puts back on my pink satin pouch and she pulls back on my pantaloons. However, she obtains my Mother's consent to wait until our departure before putting my shorts back on. She suggests that we should go out in the garden. I feel so terribly embarrassed to walk outdoors in my transparent pantaloons showing off my satin pouch decorated with little bows and ribbons. I have to put back my boater on my hair. Then, I feel excited when our hostess hands me the leash attached to the beautiful young girl's blue leather harness. We step out in the garden. I feel instantly reassured to discover that it is entirely sheltered by tall hedges. Moreover, the neighboring houses are rather far way. We stroll around the garden. I walk in front, holding the young girl's leash. Our two mothers follow us closely behind. The mothers continue talking together. I would certainly like to talk to my young companion, but I feel shy and I really do not know what to tell her. Anyway, she could not answer me, with the pacifier in her mouth.

Bibi: As we walk around the garden, I wait for the boy to start talking to me. Of course I could only mumble back, with the pacifier in my mouth. However, he keeps an embarrassed silence. Is he simply too shy, or is he embarrassed holding the leash? He cannot feel shy of wearing only his pantaloons! Not after sitting on his potty in front of me and everything else! I feel disappointed. I would like to make a friend out of him. Although he is not a baby like I am, he is still educated like a sweet little sissy. He seems nice and polite enough. When we have walked around the full garden, our mothers decide to sit down on the bench. The only other seat is a matching armchair. Mommy suggests that Sweetie sits down and that he takes me on his lap. I really like the idea!

Baba: As we continue walking around the garden, I feel more and more like some idiot, just keeping silent and holding the beautiful young girl's leash. I even open my mouth several times, ready to talk. However, I simply cannot say anything. We are almost back to the house when our hostess invites us to sit down on the garden furniture. Our two mothers take place on the bench.
I have to sit on the other armchair, taking the girl on my lap. This is very embarrassing. At the same time it is also certainly very exciting! I feel even more shameful when my little wee-wee gets hard again inside the pouch. Although the girl wears diapers, I am sure that she can feel my hard-on! I do not need to hold the leash, so I simply let it dangle from her harness. Instead, I circle her supple waist with my arms. This is so delightfully exciting! She places gently her head against my shoulder, circling also my own waist with her arm.

Bibi: Everything turns so sweet for a moment! He circles my waist with a trembling arm. I respond the same way, putting also my head against the smooth satin of his short pink vest again. I can feel his excitement through my double pairs of panties and my diapers. It is really nice and exciting for me two. I just daydream that we are regular teenagers in love! Our mothers do not seem to watch us. What is he waiting to talk to me?

Baba: I relish in the close companionship. Finally, I can muster enough courage to ask for her name and age? I feel instantly so stupid! Of course, she cannot answer my question. Yet, she sends me back a beautiful smile over her pacifier, looking me tenderly straight in the eyes. My courage and intelligence seems to return and I whisper in her ears how beautiful she is and that I hope she does not find me too ridiculous. She nods her head vigorously to assure me that she does not find me ridiculous. At the same time, she presses her hand holding me around the waist. This is so comforting! I continue whispering sweet and comforting things in her beautiful delicate ear.

Bibi: At last, Sweetie finds some resolve to address me! Of course, one of the first things he asks me is whether I find him ridiculous. But now, I do not find him ridiculous any more. I feel simply full of tenderness for the sweet boy. I can only nod at him and trying to comfort him with gentle pressing of his waist. He starts telling me more sweet and nice things in my ear. I feel so nice in this kind of tender conspiracy. Alas, it stops all too soon! Mommy signals the time to return inside. Sweetie picks back the end of my leash.

Baba: Our beautiful moment of comfort ends when our beautiful hostess invites us to return inside. I release my adorable young companion and I feel very sad when she gets off my lap. I pick up her leash and we walk again in front of our respective mothers. I feel even more sorry when my Mother informs our hostess that we have to go back home. Of course, the two mothers exchange kisses and my Mother kisses again the baby girl. She compliments once more our hostess what an adorable baby she has! Our hostess compliments my Mother in return for her delightful education and her very nice little boy. I have to make my curtsies in front of our hostess, as well as in front of the young girl. I almost feel like crying again to go so soon. I feel elated soon afterwards when our hostess promises to bring her baby to our house tomorrow!

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