Enroot to collecting Penny from school, Harry called in at the hypermarket to pick up some groceries. Cashing in on the recent heat-wave, the hypermarket had a display of childrens' paddling pools. They were only small, about 2.5 metres diameter by 0.5 metres deep, they were for toddlers and small children to splash and play in. He bought one.
Harry was waiting outside school when Penny came running over the school yard with her friend Megan. They both looked like they had been dragged through a hedge backwards. After a hard days play their hair was dishevelled, their shirts half in and half out of the skirts and socks crumpled down on top of their sandals. Dragging their school bag behind them they skipped over to him, their faces beaming with delight.
"This is my best friend Megan," Penny said introducing her friend. "Hello Megan, that's a pretty name for a pretty girl," he told her. The girls giggled. "Is somebody coming to collect you," Harry asked Megan. "My mom's coming but she's hot here yet," she replied. "Why don't you both sit in the car and we'll just wait here for your mom," Harry suggested.
The two toddlers climbed onto the back seat. Harry watched them in his rear view mirror as they chatted and giggled. They had too much pent up energy to sit still and the constant shifting gave Harry numerous sightings of their little girl knickers. Both wore the standard white cotton school knickers. At a point in time Megan sat cross legged giving Harry a great view of her pussy in relief as her knickers stretched over it.
"I have a surprise for you when we get home," Harry told Penny. That captured their attention! "What is it?" she asked. "It wouldn't be a surprise if I told you would it," Harry responded. "Tell me, tell me, please tell me," Penny shouted excitedly. "Calm down you'll wet yourself," he warned the excited tot. "Wana come to my house and see my surprise?" Penny said to Megan. Megan nodded. The two tots bounced up and down with excitement.
Harry was stroking the banana in his pants when he noticed a woman ahead of him looking anxious. "Is that your mommy Megan?" he asked. "Yes that's her," she cried and jumping from the car she ran to her.
Harry followed. "Hi, I'm Harry, Susie's boyfriend, I thought it best for Megan to sit in the car with Penny whilst she waited for you," he explained. "Hi, I'm Cheryl, thanks, that's good of you, I've been so busy," she explained. "Mom can I go to Penny's house to play for a while?" Megan asked her mom. Cheryl looked at Harry, "I could bring her home after a coupe of hours if that's OK with you," Harry offered as pictures of the two toddlers in the paddling pool flashed through his head. "That's very kind of you, I do have a few things I need to do," she replied. "You make sure you're a good girl for Harry and do as your told," Cheryl told Megan sternly.
When Harry arrived home, Susie was dozing, the tablets having made her drowsy. Harry, helped by the two toddlers, set up the pool in the garden. With the two imps watching on, he filled it with water. I don't have a swim suit, what shall I wear?" asked Megan. "You could wear your panties," he suggested. "But they'll be wet when I go home," she said. Emboldened by yesterdays games, "I'm not wearing panties," Penny said as she stripped down to her skin. Jumping in the cool water, she splashed about before throwing handfuls of water and Megan and Harry. That was too much for Megan, she stripped off down to her skin and plunged in with her friend.
Harry sat with Sam, watching the two naked nymphets frolic in the water. There's something about kids and water, they just love it. Megan was a bit taller than Penny and a bit slimmer. Penny's skin looked white next to Megan who had a touch of Mediterranean in her. Megan's colouring also made her nipples darker. Megan's pussy wasn't as podgy as Penny's. Harry stroked his erection as he watched them wrestling in the pool and on the grass, their sex exposed and stretched in every direction.
This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
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