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"Hey! Oops-a-daisy," you say with a chuckle, as you release the clip, drop the top away from Milly's flat young chest and tuck one trailing end under the side strap of her bottoms. She gives a little cry of surprise but barely makes any attempt to cover up. Why should she? The twins are in exactly the same state of dress and after some brief giggling they continue dancing.

You have been introduced to Marco already and when you eventually have to go and sit down he takes over. You watch, entranced as the twins dance with him very provocatively. You join Emile and his wife Sandie and they pour you a glass of wine from their carafe. They have been watching you dance with the little bikini clad behinds rubbing up against you, and now, watching the pair with the young rep, their indulgent smiles don't change. ''"This is a family I can get along with,"'' you think as you relax in your chair. They are from Lille and here for two weeks, staying only two floors up from you. They ask where Milly's mother is and I manage to cobble something together about her not being able to get the time off.  Sandie also chides you for not getting up to join in but Emile points out the extra dancing you put in. Either way, both parents seemed to accept you easily at face value.

Eventually the twins re-join us and you feel a little flutter of worry as you see Milly disappear off into the hotel. You find out later that her Mum (and new boyfriend) had gone immediately to the bar on arrival and apparently had little ambition on this holiday past drinking, sunbathing and shagging. Of course Milly didn't use that word but it did explain her earlier predicament (being left without a daddy) and underlined your good fortune as her mother will be quite happy to be free of her daughter for the remainder of the hols. 

Milly soon reappears and skips over to us. She's still only wearing her bikini briefs and, apparently, has dropped the top half off with Mum for safe keeping. Still better, seeing the twins perched one on each of Emile's knees, she happily copies and plonks herself down on mine. You wrap an arm around her soft tummy and spend a very pleasant half hour chatting and drinking wine. The Toussons are French, so the twins are allowed a glass each as well. This inevitably leads to Milly wanting one and, after putting up a weak argument, you relent. Needless to say a slightly tipsy topless ten year old is hardly something you object to.

In fact we all became quite jolly and after a very enjoyable meal from the buffet, for which Milly disappears off again to get a t-shirt, we eventually part ways and you are left alone with your newly adopted daughter. As we wait for the lift she holds your hand and leans into you. You can see her eyelids drooping and wonder if you are going to have to carry her into her room. It would be more than a little awkward if Mum and boyfriend were in there going at it!

Milly though has other ideas and as we entered the lift she presses the button for your floor and flops against you again. I hold her up letting your hand ride up underneath her loose shirt to find her delicate little nipple. Then when the door opens she extends her arms, demanding to be picked up before nestling into your shoulder and closing her eyes. The message is simple, "Take me home with you." So with a wide grin you carry the sleepy little girl down the hall to your door and lay her on the large double bed.

[[Summer Holiday/Oops2|Exhausted as you are, you soon join her in sleep.]]

[[Summer Holiday/FN6|Sleep, you must be joking!]]

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