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[[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 - 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/Page15|Go and talk to middle blondie and maybe when daddy finishes with baby sis it might be your turn...]]
[[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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As I sat down opposite my blonde lovely from earlier I saw her parents having a brief discussion. There were three daughters in total, all of which were pale blonde and lovely little replicas of their mother. Silently I envied the father in his role as alpha male and wondered if I would ever get round to leaving the house with such a brood, let alone going on holiday. The youngest was around ten I thought and at a guess I would have said there was two years between each of them. Middle daughter was only just starting to bud and I could clearly see her training bra underneath her loose fitting top. Normally any signs of developing breasts would put me off but in her case I would be quite happy to give her a ride. I wouldn't even say no to the eldest who was fourteen at least but still retained the awkwardness of a girl finding her way to becoming a woman. Christ, I'd even manage to give mum a good seeing to if it came to it!

My thoughts were interrupted when the Mum and eldest daughter trotted off hand in hand to do some shopping and dad flopped down next to the twelve year old. I guessed they had made an early start to get to the airport in time but my little blondie clearly had no intention of letting him rest and climbed astride his lap. His hands settled either side of her hips and I watched transfixed as the thumbs stroked gentle circles, trying to imagine that little body sat astride me. It was not a stretch to imagine his cock rising inside his shorts as mine was and pressing against the tight fitting material of her leggins. From there it was 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 my minds eye I saw her mouth open wide in a silent 'O' before she buried her face into his shoulder, maybe biting into his t-shirt as he pushed forcefully up inside her tight little opening.

If they had been looking my way they could hardly fail to notice my stares but as it was they were completely absorbed in each other. It was clear right away that these girls were very much daddy's little angels and I watched as he stroked and petted both young ladies. There was also an obvious rivalry between them and the twelve year old was almost more affectionate in and effort to make up for her siblings advantage in position. Alas for her though it was a battle she seemed to be losing as all of a sudden I saw dad and little blondie get up and head towards the nearby toilet door. Even with my overactive imagination I had expected them to part ways but instead they both went through the men's door and middle blondie was left alone with a little pout on her face.

But what to do now...

What are you waiting for? There could be the show of a lifetime on offer here, get in there and spy away...

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...

Go and talk to middle blondie and maybe when daddy finishes with baby sis it might be your turn...