Saturday morming swimming
Spending a weekend with friends, M & J I went with them when they took their ankle biters swimming. The pool we went to had traditional changing rooms. While M & J separated their bag into male and female requirements they asked me to go on ahead so I could be ready to deal with 3 yr old George while his father got changed. I checked and double checked the sign on the door and walked in expecting hairy arses and as it was Saturday some teenage lads flicking towels at eachother. Now I didn't know Saturday morning swimming was dad's job so I was not expecting a changing room that seemed to be full of naked little girls mainly stood on the benches which, as I was lacking a child made me rather uncomfortable trying to find a corner where I was not likely to be decked by an overprotective father. Eventually my friend and the brat appeared and I enjoyed paddling in a couple of inches of water with George yummy mummy spotting. (me not him). Getting George dressed afterwards I knew there was a girl behing me also getting changed and as I was blocking his view he kept moving to the side. I did discover why the girls stood on the benches. I was at George's height and had M's cock swinging away a few inches to the side of my face.
Length? More than me. The Bastard!
(jvz, Tue 2 Jun 2009, 23:32, Reply)