Summer Holiday/Spain Day 1/Airport./Molly 2

This was clearly the right thing to say as she beams at you, and from that point on you are treated to your own personal display. Little Harry does try to join in on occasion but mostly it's Molly showing off for her new number one fan. Neither parent seems at all bothered as she careens and parades her tricks and her sexy little body. With the dress out of the way she's basically naked, and aside from a few tumbles into me where I was obliged to catch her and get handfuls of lovely smooth young skin the highlight is her headstand.

Before she started her little performance, she'd told me that she wasn't very good at this yet and it soon became obvious that I was expected to support her as on her first attempt I got a pair of sexy white legs in my lap. I am more prepared the second time and manage to catch an ankle with my left hand as she thrusts it up above her head. I take the chance to position my right hand much further down. With her dress covering her face once more I can't tell what she thinks of this but my hand rests on the inside of her left leg almost against her panties for nearly ten seconds before she eventually drops out of it. Her bum had been positioned between my knees and there was a lovely little bit of her butt crack on display just to add to your enjoyment.

Now she's back on the floor, smiling broadly up at me again, red faced and clearly very pleased with herself. "Francis I did it, I did it!" She chimes triumphantly. By now of course we've been introduced and I have been told her Mum and Dad are called Mary and Bob. They had smiled and waved as they heard their daughter mention them, most likely enjoying the peace and quiet whilst she badgered me for attention. At any rate they don't seem to mind that their eight-year-old daughter is practically exposing herself to you. You smile back as if to say: "What can you do?" and look down again at the excited child before me, dress still up around her waist and the gusset of her panties stretched tightly over her pussy showing a clearly defined camel toe.

"You most certainly did clever clogs," You agree. You doubt whether she would have held it even for a second without your support, but having just copped a handful of her smooth inner thigh I'm not about to argue. Harry chooses this moment to give her a push, which sends her sprawling onto the floor at my feet.

At this point our flight is called and her Mum comes over to gather up her offspring, apologising to you for her children and thanking you for keeping them amused. Naturally I say it was no problem.

There are three seats on one side of the aisle and two on the other. When you find yours, you discover that you are in the same row as my new friends. You sit down with your book but it soon becomes apparent that the eternal sibling argument of who gets the window seat was in progress over the way and as their allocated seats were the three together and one next to you (no sign of a second person yet), there can only be one winner. But how to play it?

• "Look I don't mind one of the kids sitting over here if it helps?"
• I bury my nose in my book and leave them to sort it out