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Sitting down opposite your blonde lovely from earlier you see her parents having a brief discussion. There are three daughters, all pale blonde and lovely little replicas of their mother. Silently you envy the father in his role as alpha male and wonder if you would ever get round to leaving the house with such a brood, let alone go on holiday. The youngest was around ten, and at a guess there is two years between each of them. Middle daughter is only just starting to bud and you can see her training bra underneath a loose-fitting top. | |||
If they | Normally any signs of developing breasts would put you off but in her case, you would be quite happy to give her a ride. You wouldn't even say no to the eldest who is fourteen at least but still retains the awkwardness of a girl finding her way to becoming a woman. Christ, you'd even manage to give Mum a good seeing to if it came to it! | ||
Your thoughts are interrupted when Mum and eldest daughter trot off, hand in hand, to do some shopping and Dad flops down next to the twelve-year-old. You guess they must have made an early start to get to the airport in time but little blondie has no intention of letting him rest and climbs astride his lap. His hands settle either side of her hips and you watch transfixed as his thumbs stroke gentle circles, trying to imagine that little body sat astride you. It would not be a stretch to imagine his cock rising inside his shorts as yours is, and pressing against the tight-fitting material of her leggings. From there it is similarly easy to forget the crowded lounge and see Dad pulling her panties aside, rubbing along her hairless little slit before lifting up and pulling her down on his length. In your mind's eye, you see her mouth open wide in a silent 'O' before she buries her face into his shoulder, maybe biting into his t-shirt as he pushes forcefully up inside her tight little opening. | |||
If they were looking your way they could hardly fail to notice your stares, but as it is, they are completely absorbed in each other. It's clear right away that these girls are very much Daddy's Little Angels and you watch as he strokes and pets both young ladies. There is also an obvious rivalry between them and the twelve year old is almost more affectionate in an effort to make up for her siblings advantage in position. Alas for her though, it's a battle she seems to be losing as all of a sudden dad and little blondie get up and head towards the nearby toilet door. Even with your overactive imagination you expect them to part ways, but instead they both go through the men's door and middle blondie is left alone with a little pout on her face. | |||
But what to do now... | But what to do now... | ||
[[Summer Holiday/Spain Day 1/Airport./Angels/Spying|What are you waiting for? There could be the show of a lifetime on offer here, get in there and spy away...]] | |||
[[Summer Holiday/At the Airport Daddy's little angels - off to Spain|Better not push your luck just yet, I think we'll just wait until little blondie and daddy re-emerge and see if she managed to swallow it all...]] | |||
[[Summer Holiday/At the Airport Daddy's little angels Talk to Middle Blondie|Go and talk to middle blondie and maybe when daddy finishes with baby sis it might be your turn...]] | |||
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Latest revision as of 14:03, 7 May 2024
Sitting down opposite your blonde lovely from earlier you see her parents having a brief discussion. There are three daughters, all pale blonde and lovely little replicas of their mother. Silently you envy the father in his role as alpha male and wonder if you would ever get round to leaving the house with such a brood, let alone go on holiday. The youngest was around ten, and at a guess there is two years between each of them. Middle daughter is only just starting to bud and you can see her training bra underneath a loose-fitting top.
Normally any signs of developing breasts would put you off but in her case, you would be quite happy to give her a ride. You wouldn't even say no to the eldest who is fourteen at least but still retains the awkwardness of a girl finding her way to becoming a woman. Christ, you'd even manage to give Mum a good seeing to if it came to it!
Your thoughts are interrupted when Mum and eldest daughter trot off, hand in hand, to do some shopping and Dad flops down next to the twelve-year-old. You guess they must have made an early start to get to the airport in time but little blondie has no intention of letting him rest and climbs astride his lap. His hands settle either side of her hips and you watch transfixed as his thumbs stroke gentle circles, trying to imagine that little body sat astride you. It would not be a stretch to imagine his cock rising inside his shorts as yours is, and pressing against the tight-fitting material of her leggings. From there it is similarly easy to forget the crowded lounge and see Dad pulling her panties aside, rubbing along her hairless little slit before lifting up and pulling her down on his length. In your mind's eye, you see her mouth open wide in a silent 'O' before she buries her face into his shoulder, maybe biting into his t-shirt as he pushes forcefully up inside her tight little opening.
If they were looking your way they could hardly fail to notice your stares, but as it is, they are completely absorbed in each other. It's clear right away that these girls are very much Daddy's Little Angels and you watch as he strokes and pets both young ladies. There is also an obvious rivalry between them and the twelve year old is almost more affectionate in an effort to make up for her siblings advantage in position. Alas for her though, it's a battle she seems to be losing as all of a sudden dad and little blondie get up and head towards the nearby toilet door. Even with your overactive imagination you expect them to part ways, but instead they both go through the men's door and middle blondie is left alone with a little pout on her face.
But what to do now...
Go and talk to middle blondie and maybe when daddy finishes with baby sis it might be your turn...