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It wasn’t until I sat down and sorted myself out that I realised that all was not well with the little family opposite. Mummy was holding the baby; jiggling it up and down, presumably in an attempt to keep it quiet, while at the same time having a heated argument with the man sitting next to her.  
You've never taken any interest in babies before, so why on earth had you picked this seat. ''"Oh! well,"'' you think, "''I'm here now so lets see what happens."''


Whatever it was he’d done wrong, the man was trying to placate her, but without success. I looked around to see if there were any better seats, but it was pretty crowded. Eventually, the woman thrust the baby at the man, picked up a book and more or less turned her back on him. He sat it on his lap and talked to it in that silly way people talk to babies, although he was speaking a language I didn't understand. He tickled her on the bare bit of tummy that was showing between her nappy and her vest, which seemed to amuse her. Just then a couple of five-year-olds ran past and distracted me; they were just at the lower end of the age range I was most interested in.
You take your back-pack off, sit down and look around. There's something different about the way you see things, but you chalk it up to anticipation for what you hope will happen on this holiday. After a while you realise that all is not well with the little family opposite. Mummy is holding the baby; jiggling it up and down, presumably in an attempt to keep it quiet, while at the same time having a heated argument with the man sitting next to her.  


When they’d gone and I looked back at the man opposite, he had the baby laid out across his lap and was checking to see what was in her nappy. I couldn’t smell anything, so I guess it wasn’t too bad, but he said something to the woman, stood up and set off in the direction of the toilets carrying the baby. I needed a piss anyway and something in my paedophile brain made me get up and follow; I guess I was hoping for a glimpse of some baby pussy - who knows? He didn't go into the first door which would have been the one most men would use, but walked on down a passage to another door with an "Out Of Order" sign.
Whatever it was he’d done wrong, the man was trying to placate her, but without success. You look around to see if there are any better seats, but it's become pretty crowded. Eventually, the woman thrusts the baby at the man, picks up a book and more or less turns her back on him. He sits it on his lap and talks to it in that silly way people talk to babies, although he's speaking a language you don't understand. He tickles her on the bare bit of tummy that's showing between her nappy and her vest, which seems to amuse her. Just then a couple of five-year-olds run past and distract you. They are pretty cute and even though they are below the age range you are interested in, the sight of the little girl's pantie-covered bum, when her skirt flies up makes your cock twitch.


I followed him through and found myself in another, older, gents. It was much shabbier than the main one; there were cracked and missing tiles, some of the washbasins had been torn off the wall and left lying on the floor, all the doors were missing from the WCs and there were pools of unidentified liquid on the floor.
When they’ve gone and you look back at the man opposite. He has the baby laid across his lap and is checking to see what's in her nappy. You can’t smell anything, so guess it's not too bad, but he says something to the woman, stands up and sets off towards the toilets carrying the baby. You need a piss anyway and something in your paedophile brain makes you get up and follow. Are you hoping for a glimpse of some baby pussy? This is weird, but you follow him anyway He doesn't go into the first door which would have been the one most men would use, but walks on down a passage to another door with an "Out Of Order" sign.


I used what looks like a working urinal and then turned around with my cock still out of my trousers. He was sitting on the toilet his trousers round his ankles and the baby sitting on his lap facing me with her legs spread apart giving me a grandstand view of a cute little pussy. He saw me looking and spread her legs even wider.
You follow him through and find yourself in another, older, gents. It's much shabbier than the main one. There are cracked and missing tiles, some of the washbasins have been torn off the wall and left lying on the floor, all the doors are missing from the WCs and there are pools of some unidentified liquid on the floor.


"You like baby cunt," he said. English clearly not his first language.
You use what looks like a working urinal and then turn around with your cock still out. The man is sitting on the toilet with his trousers round his ankles and the baby on his lap, facing you with her legs spread apart giving you a grandstand view of her cute little pussy. Now he has your attention, he spreads her legs even wider.


I just stood there, staring. Babies were not my thing at all but my cock clearly did not discriminate. The man smiled, showing a set of discolored teeth, sucked his finger and just slipped it into the baby's cunt. She didn't seem to mind and kicked her little feet about as his finger invaded her.
"You like baby cunt," he says. English clearly not his first language.


"She like cock; you want," he said.
You just stand there, staring. Babies are not your thing at all but your cock clearly doesn't discriminate. The man smiles, showing a set of discoloured teeth, sucks his finger and just slips it into the baby's cunt. She doesn't seem to mind and kicks her little feet about as his finger invades her.
 
"She like cock; you want," he says.


'''What do you do?'''
'''What do you do?'''

Latest revision as of 10:30, 5 March 2023

You've never taken any interest in babies before, so why on earth had you picked this seat. "Oh! well," you think, "I'm here now so lets see what happens."

You take your back-pack off, sit down and look around. There's something different about the way you see things, but you chalk it up to anticipation for what you hope will happen on this holiday. After a while you realise that all is not well with the little family opposite. Mummy is holding the baby; jiggling it up and down, presumably in an attempt to keep it quiet, while at the same time having a heated argument with the man sitting next to her.

Whatever it was he’d done wrong, the man was trying to placate her, but without success. You look around to see if there are any better seats, but it's become pretty crowded. Eventually, the woman thrusts the baby at the man, picks up a book and more or less turns her back on him. He sits it on his lap and talks to it in that silly way people talk to babies, although he's speaking a language you don't understand. He tickles her on the bare bit of tummy that's showing between her nappy and her vest, which seems to amuse her. Just then a couple of five-year-olds run past and distract you. They are pretty cute and even though they are below the age range you are interested in, the sight of the little girl's pantie-covered bum, when her skirt flies up makes your cock twitch.

When they’ve gone and you look back at the man opposite. He has the baby laid across his lap and is checking to see what's in her nappy. You can’t smell anything, so guess it's not too bad, but he says something to the woman, stands up and sets off towards the toilets carrying the baby. You need a piss anyway and something in your paedophile brain makes you get up and follow. Are you hoping for a glimpse of some baby pussy? This is weird, but you follow him anyway He doesn't go into the first door which would have been the one most men would use, but walks on down a passage to another door with an "Out Of Order" sign.

You follow him through and find yourself in another, older, gents. It's much shabbier than the main one. There are cracked and missing tiles, some of the washbasins have been torn off the wall and left lying on the floor, all the doors are missing from the WCs and there are pools of some unidentified liquid on the floor.

You use what looks like a working urinal and then turn around with your cock still out. The man is sitting on the toilet with his trousers round his ankles and the baby on his lap, facing you with her legs spread apart giving you a grandstand view of her cute little pussy. Now he has your attention, he spreads her legs even wider.

"You like baby cunt," he says. English clearly not his first language.

You just stand there, staring. Babies are not your thing at all but your cock clearly doesn't discriminate. The man smiles, showing a set of discoloured teeth, sucks his finger and just slips it into the baby's cunt. She doesn't seem to mind and kicks her little feet about as his finger invades her.

"She like cock; you want," he says.

What do you do?

Even a pedo has some limits

Nod