Summer Holiday/Spain Day 4/Dinner

The hotel had two dining rooms; the big one where the all-inclusive buffet meals were served, and a smaller one with a better menu and waitress service. Cindy, the girls’ mother, had booked us a table in the better restaurant, so after I had my shower I changed into some slacks and a shirt.

I ended up sitting between Jill and one of the twins; that was my first problem, because I couldn’t tell which was which at first. It was Amy who played with my cock let me stroke her pussy on the coach, but eventually I discovered that the girl sitting on my right was her sister, April. They’d all dressed up for the occasion; all three girls had ribbons in their hair and pretty dresses, and Cindy was wearing high heels and a dress that revealed almost as much as it concealed.

They were obviously quite used to eating in restaurants and while we ate, Cindy told me that their father had died in an accident quite recently and the holiday was meant to help them get over it.

Jill, with a rather wicked look in her eyes, asked me if I’d enjoyed the coach trip. Of course I said I had, and asked her if she was disappointed about not seeing the ruins, which made her giggle and earned her a “look” from her mother. Cindy asked me if I had a girlfriend and I said something about not having met the right girl. “I’ll be your girlfriend,” Amy said.

Cindy smiled. “Maybe doesn’t like little girls,” she said.

I wasn’t sure what to make of that; “how could anyone not like pretty girls like all of you,” I said.

"I'll be your girlfriend too," April said, not wanting to be left out.

There was dancing after dinner and it was Jill's turn first. I am no great dancer, but we sort of jigged about more or less in time with the music. "What did you do with Amy on the coach," she asked. I denied that I had done anything. "She says she touched your willy," she said. Thankfully, the music stopped and I could take her back to the table.

I had bought a bottle of wine as my contribution to the meal, and while I was 'dancing' Cindy had ordered another. The three girls were allowed a small amount, diluted with water, so Cindy and I drank most of it.

We talked about all kinds of stuff, and the girls wandered off and left us to it, but when they came back; somehow, the subject got around to kissing. "Have you kissed lots of girls," Jill asked.

"Depends on what you mean by lots," I said.

"More than a hundred," Amy said. I knew it was Amy because she had a slightly wonky fringe where Jill had tried to cut it for her.

I shook my head and eventually we agreed that it was more than twenty. April wondered why kissing mattered; "it's just pressing lips together," she said.

"It's a lot more than that," Jill said, and blushed when her mum raised her eyebrows.

I tried to explain and just when I was congratulating myself on how well I'd handled it, April climbed onto my lap and demanded that I teach her how to kiss properly. I looked at Cindy who was leaning back in her chair with a slightly amused look on her face. She shrugged and implicitly gave me permission to snog her six-year-old daughter. I kissed her on the lips, but I could see that some of the other diners were beginning to take notice. "Maybe we should go somewhere less public," I said.

What do you do?

Go into the garden

Go up to their room