Sexy Fun Times/Work/Social Worker/3yo Twins
The twins have been referred by the nursery they both attend. You park outside the detached house where they live and read the paperwork. Three-year-old James and Molly live with their widower father after their mother died in childbirth. This is the first time they have been bought to the attention of the department. Apparently, they are far more knowledgeable about sex than they should be at that age.
The door is answered by a pretty Eurasian girl/woman. It's hard to tell with some Asians and she could be anywhere between fifteen and twenty years old. She checks your ID and takes you through to a comfortable sitting room. There are two couches at right angles to each other, a sturdy, low coffee table, a book case with some serious looking titles and a fireplace with a wood-burning stove. The pale blue carpet seems almost ankle deep. There is no sign of any toys or child-related stuff in this room.
The girl speaks excellent English and offers tea, which you accept. The tray arrives, carried by a man in his sixties. He is slim and wiry-looking, with a shock of grey hair. He's wearing shorts and a polo shirt and his feet are bare. You go through the introductions and explain why you are there. "Where are the children," you ask.
He takes you through to the playroom. This is a big, airy room, with picture windows that open out onto a considerable garden. There are toys scattered about: two rocking horses set up for a race, some of those soft blocks, two toy boxes, and a wooden train track. In the middle of the floor there is a set of gym mats laid out in a square and there are the twins, supervised by a young Eurasian woman - not the one from earlier.
The twins are naked, apparently wresting, or trying some form of that sport that involved getting covered in oil and trying to throw? subdue? your opponent. The twins look identical, apart from the obvious. Over three feet tall when they stood up, and sturdy with it, they looked a picture of health. They were also a paedophiles dream, but you try not to think about that as the two slippery children squirmed about on the mat.
Molly gets the upper hand and is sitting astride her brother's groin, with her hands on his chest to hold him still. He struggles a bit but then seems to give up as she sits up triumphantly. From where you are standing, it's not possible to see, but for all you know, his cocklet could easily be buried in his sister's cunny.
The woman claps her hands, making you jump, and the twins disengage and stand up. James' little cock is indeed standing up. "Bath time," she says as she leads them out through another door. Much as you would have liked to see them in the bath, you follow their father back into the hall, where he waits for you to speak.
"I can see why Mrs Williams was concerned," you say. He goes to speak but you cut him off. "She... She has strong ideas about some things. Don't get me wrong, her nursery get high scores on inspections, but maybe it's not the best place for your children." You pull out your notebook, scribble an address and phone number, and hand it to him. "Try there. Angela has a more, err, liberal attitude. I am sure the twins would fit in very well there."
You shake hands and go back to your car where you can release your cock and with the image of those beautiful, oily, naked children rolling about on a floor mat in your head it doesn't take long for release.