Summer Holiday/Spain Day 7 Splash Pool Tracy and Toni WC
Their father was still sitting in his chair, dozing. “We're going to the loo,” Tracy announced.
He looked up at me and grinned like he knew exactly what was going on. “Don’t be too long, it’s nearly time to be getting ready for dinner,” he said.
I followed the girls into one of the family cubicles and sat down on the bench. They stood in front of me looking at me and then at each other and giggling; I wondered if they’d lost their nerve. “I thought you needed a wee,” I said.
They burst out laughing. “Tracy says you're a pedo; are you?”
I looked down at the obvious lump in my swim shorts. “What do you think,” I asked.
This sent them into fits of giggles. “Can we see it,” Toni asked. “I told you he’d have a nice one,” she said when I tugged my shorts down and let them fall around my ankles, freeing John Thomas. They stood and looked for a few moments and then they both dropped to their knees and caught hold of him.
I’m sorry to say that the sight of those two young faces against my bursting cock was too much; after about thirty seconds when both girls gave him a kiss and looked as if there was more to come, I couldn’t hold back and a fountain of white spunk caught them both out.
“Eww,” Toni said; she’d caught the worst of it on her face. I apologised again as the girls used some tissue to clean themselves up and then looked down at my poor wilting cock. “It’s okay,” she said, sounding disappointed. “It happens to daddy sometimes.
What do you do?