Summer Holiday/Spain Day 1 At the airport/Twins/Toddler

Just then, there's an almighty crash and a wail. The twins are sprawled face down on the floor, having tripped over someone's suitcase. They are howling fit to bust, but all you can think is how cute those two little pantie-clad bottoms look.

Seconds later, you have a toddler on your lap, while Mamma Bear runs over to see to her offspring. "Hello Orla," you say, looking at the child's pouting lips and thinking how they would look wrapped around your swelling cock. Orla says nothing, just blows a spit bubble and starts wriggling, which does nothing to tame John Thomas under her bottom.

Mom has things under control, but it seems that one twin has a scraped knee and the other a split lip. "Can you manage while I get these two rapscallions seen to," she asks. Without waiting for a reply, she turns to the older girl. "Now you mind yourself while I'm gone," she says. Tracy barely acknowledges and seems totally uninterested in anything other than her game.

You sit for a few moments, trying to think of a way to get this cute morsel to yourself, if only for a few moments. There is a bag on the floor with all the usual baby stuff and it gives you an idea. "I think she need changing, you say, standing up and grabbing the bag. "I'll take her to the baby-changing room." Tracy glances up and shrugs.

There is a combined accessible and baby-change room beside the toilets and you carry Orla and the bag in - just another father doing his bit. With the door safely locked, you put her on the padded table, laying on her back. She still seems unconcerned, and kicks her legs up before taking hold of one bare foot and trying to get it in her mouth.