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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, although he was speaking a language I didn't understand. He tickled her on the bare bit of tummy that was showing between her nappy and her vest, which seemed to amuse her. Just then a couple of five-year-olds ran past and distracted me; they were just at the lower end of the age range I was most interested in.
 
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, although he was speaking a language I didn't understand. He tickled her on the bare bit of tummy that was showing between her nappy and her vest, which seemed to amuse her. Just then a couple of five-year-olds ran past and distracted me; they were just at the lower end of 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 and set off in the direction of the toilets carrying the baby. I needed a piss anyway and something in my paedophile brain made me get up and follow; I guess I was hoping for a glimpse of 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 door with no sign.
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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 and set off in the direction of the toilets carrying the baby. I needed a piss anyway and something in my paedophile brain made me get up and follow; I guess I was hoping for a glimpse of 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 door with an "Out Of Order" sign.
  
I followed him through and found myself in another, older, gents. It was much shabbier than the main one, but still reasonably clean. He sat down on a WC with the baby on his lap but didn’t bother to close the door. I used the urinal and then turned round, intending to wash my hands; he had the baby on her back with her legs spread apart giving me a grandstand view of a cute little baby pussy. He saw me looking but made no attempt to cover her up.
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I followed him through and found myself in another, older, gents. It was much shabbier than the main one; there were cracked and missing tiles, some of the washbasins had been torn off the wall and left lying on the floor, all the doors were missing from the WCs and there were pools of unidentified liquid on the floor.
  
"You like baby pussy," he said. English clearly not his first language.
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I used what looks like a working urinal and then turned around with my cock still out of my trousers. He was sitting on the toilet his trousers round his ankles and the baby sitting on his lap facing me with her legs spread apart giving me a grandstand view of a cute little pussy. He saw me looking and spread her legs even wider.
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"You like baby cunt," he said. English clearly not his first language.
  
 
I just stood there, staring. Babies were not my thing at all but my cock clearly did not discriminate. The man smiled, showing a set of discolored teeth, sucked his finger and just slipped it into the baby's cunt. She didn't seem to mind and kicked her little feet about as his finger invaded her.
 
I just stood there, staring. Babies were not my thing at all but my cock clearly did not discriminate. The man smiled, showing a set of discolored teeth, sucked his finger and just slipped it into the baby's cunt. She didn't seem to mind and kicked her little feet about as his finger invaded her.

Latest revision as of 10:56, 23 May 2020

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, although he was speaking a language I didn't understand. He tickled her on the bare bit of tummy that was showing between her nappy and her vest, which seemed to amuse her. Just then a couple of five-year-olds ran past and distracted me; they were just at the lower end of 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 and set off in the direction of the toilets carrying the baby. I needed a piss anyway and something in my paedophile brain made me get up and follow; I guess I was hoping for a glimpse of 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 door with an "Out Of Order" sign.

I followed him through and found myself in another, older, gents. It was much shabbier than the main one; there were cracked and missing tiles, some of the washbasins had been torn off the wall and left lying on the floor, all the doors were missing from the WCs and there were pools of unidentified liquid on the floor.

I used what looks like a working urinal and then turned around with my cock still out of my trousers. He was sitting on the toilet his trousers round his ankles and the baby sitting on his lap facing me with her legs spread apart giving me a grandstand view of a cute little pussy. He saw me looking and spread her legs even wider.

"You like baby cunt," he said. English clearly not his first language.

I just stood there, staring. Babies were not my thing at all but my cock clearly did not discriminate. The man smiled, showing a set of discolored teeth, sucked his finger and just slipped it into the baby's cunt. She didn't seem to mind and kicked her little feet about as his finger invaded her.

"She like cock; you want," he said.

What do you do?

Even a pedo has some limits

Nod