Pedo Paradise/Young/Pub/Mum

"Is this seat taken?"

You look up, trying not to seem startled. "Err, No, Sorry, I was miles away." At first, you think she's a girl, but then you realise that she is just petit. Five feet tall, maybe. Dark hair, almost black and smoky brown eyes. It's hard to tell whether her skin is tanned or naturally brown. Her body is slim, almost boyish. She puts a tray on the table with three plates and three drinks on it and you look around to see where the reast of her family is.

"Daisy. Poppy. Lunch." She calls out towards the playground, and the two girls you were watching come racing over. When they see you they skid to a stop, suddenly shy. "Don't be shy. this nice man (she flashes a smile at you) likes little girls." You get two gap-toothed smiles and they climb up onto the bench - one next to you and one next to their mother.

"This is Daisy." She indicates the tot scrambling up next to you. "And this messy child is Poppy. I'm Alysha," she says. She wipes tomato sauce off the face of the girl next to her.

They all look at you, expectantly. "Oh! Yes. Jim. Pleased to meet you. You still haven't got over "this nice man likes little girls". "Does she somehow know?"

"We've seen you here before," Alysha says.

"Always at this table," Poppy says with a grin.

"He sits here so he can watch us on the slide," daisy says with a giggle.

You look at mum, who seems unconcerned at the way the conversation is going. "Do you live near here," you ask, to change the subject.

"We're in one of the caravans behind the pub," Alysha says. You are vaguely aware that there is a small group of living vans in a field back there.

"We had to sell our house when Daddy left," Daisy says.

"Daddy's got a new wife now," Poppy says, looking a bit sad.

"Is it okay, living there," you ask.

"It gets noisy when it rains," Poppy says.

"And the birds walk about: scritch, scritch," Daisy says.

"It's just until we get sorted," Alysha says. We had a big house and I couldn't afford the Mortgage on my own. "We usually have lunch here if it's sunny. and it give these two a chance to use up some energy." We all go quiet for a while. "Are you any good at fixing things," she asks.

You shrug. "I do a bit of DIY sometimes."

"What's DIY," Poppy asks.

"Do It Yourself," Alysha says. "It's instead of paying someone else to fix stuff."

"Do you have something that needs fixing," you ask.

"Do you really like little girls," Daisy asks. They have both finished eating.

"Well, err, yes. That's why I like to come here. So I can watch you and your friends playing on the equipment." You look at Alysha, and she smiles.

"I told you he would," Poppy says.

"Do you have something that needs fixing," you ask.

"Can I sit on your lap," Daisy asks, and without waiting for a reply, sho gets up on he knees and before you can object, she is sitting sideways on your lap, with her arm wrapped round you for balance. She smells of a mixture of tomato sauce and hair shampoo.

Alysha produces a couple of wet-wipes from her bag. "Here, wipe her face before she get sauce on your shirt," she says, handing you one, while she sets about Poppy's face and hands. Daisy obliging turns her face up to be wiped, and then holds her hands out. Her proximity and the wriggling is making your cock swell. She looks across at her twin, who immediately bursts into giggles. You look at their mother with raised eyebrows.

"It's a twin thing. I swear they are telepathic sometimes," she says.

"Did Daisy just tell her sister that you got hard?"

Daisy wriggles some more and you put your hand on her leg to stop her from slipping off. Her dress had ridden up and your hand is firmly gripping a slim, bare thigh. If you extended your thumb, it would easily reach her little kitty. Again you look across at their mother.

"Chuch her off if she's bothering you," she says with a smile.

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