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When they’d gone and I looked back at the man opposite, he had the baby laid out across his lap and was checking to see what was in her nappy. I couldn’t smell anything, so I guess it wasn’t too bad, but he said something to the woman, stood up set off in the direction of the toilets carrying the baby. My knowledge of babies was practically zero, but something in my paedophile brain made me get up and follow; I guess I was hoping for a look at some baby pussy - who knows? He didn't go into the first door which would have been the one most men would use, but walked on down a passage to another 'Gents'. | When they’d gone and I looked back at the man opposite, he had the baby laid out across his lap and was checking to see what was in her nappy. I couldn’t smell anything, so I guess it wasn’t too bad, but he said something to the woman, stood up set off in the direction of the toilets carrying the baby. My knowledge of babies was practically zero, but something in my paedophile brain made me get up and follow; I guess I was hoping for a look at some baby pussy - who knows? He didn't go into the first door which would have been the one most men would use, but walked on down a passage to another 'Gents'. | ||
Naturally, there were no baby-changing facilities in the gents, so he sat down on a WC but didn’t bother to close the door. I used the urinal and then went to wash my hands; when I turned round, he had the baby on her back with her legs spread apart giving me a grandstand view of his finger planted in her chubby little pussy; well, I say 'little' but to my inexperienced eyes it looked surprisingly well developed. The man looked up at me and smiled. You like baby pussy," he said. English clearly not his first language. | Naturally, there were no baby-changing facilities in the gents, so he sat down on a WC but didn’t bother to close the door. I used the urinal and then went to wash my hands; when I turned round, he had the baby on her back with her legs spread apart giving me a grandstand view of his finger planted in her chubby little pussy; well, I say 'little' but to my inexperienced eyes it looked surprisingly well developed. The man looked up at me and smiled. "You like baby pussy," he said. English clearly not his first language. | ||
Revision as of 12:21, 8 June 2019
It wasn’t until I sat down and sorted myself out that I realised that all was not well with the little family opposite. Mummy was holding the baby; jiggling it up and down, presumably in an attempt to keep it quiet, while at the same time having a heated argument with the man sitting next to her.
Whatever it was he’d done wrong, the man was trying to placate her, but without success. I looked around to see if there were any better seats, but it was pretty crowded. Eventually, the woman thrust the baby at the man, picked up a book and more or less turned her back on him. He sat it on his lap and talked to it in that silly way people talk to babies; “who’s a pretty girl then,” he said, tickling her on the bare bit of tummy that was showing between her nappy and her vest. A couple of five-year-olds ran past and distracted me; they were just in the age range I was most interested in.
When they’d gone and I looked back at the man opposite, he had the baby laid out across his lap and was checking to see what was in her nappy. I couldn’t smell anything, so I guess it wasn’t too bad, but he said something to the woman, stood up set off in the direction of the toilets carrying the baby. My knowledge of babies was practically zero, but something in my paedophile brain made me get up and follow; I guess I was hoping for a look at some baby pussy - who knows? He didn't go into the first door which would have been the one most men would use, but walked on down a passage to another 'Gents'.
Naturally, there were no baby-changing facilities in the gents, so he sat down on a WC but didn’t bother to close the door. I used the urinal and then went to wash my hands; when I turned round, he had the baby on her back with her legs spread apart giving me a grandstand view of his finger planted in her chubby little pussy; well, I say 'little' but to my inexperienced eyes it looked surprisingly well developed. The man looked up at me and smiled. "You like baby pussy," he said. English clearly not his first language.
What do you do?