“I’m just coming, Mum,” I replied. “Matt’s just finished in the shower – I’ll hurry him up.”I could hear him having a pee. “I’m ju...t going down to dinner with Mum,” I shouted.“Ok, I’ll just be a minute,” he said, coming out of the bathroom in his boxer shorts, towelling his hair.Mum and I went downstairs and met my Dad in the bar, where he was choosing wine for the meal. I saw Abi and Sally just sitting down at their table, and I waved innocently at them. As soon as Matt arrived, we sat down. So she takes my penis out of my boxers with her feet and starts rubbing it with her foot! I'm not really a footjob guy, but it's not like I'm against it either. So she gets me honeymoon hard with her feet and just keeps stroking real slow with her back to me. I'm getting really turned on now but I still don't open my eyes.She is OK with this and gets the baby oil out of her night stand and starts to give me a long, slow handjob. This really turns me on since she is just staring at my big. After he had seen it was Sam and the drunken state she was in, he had no choice but to let her in. As he went outside he saw her in her full beauty. Standing at 5'6", she was the most perfect woman he had ever seen. Hazel coloured hair hanging down just past her shoulders, a face that would make a china doll look like Susan Boyle, and a perfect hourglass body, she had to be at least a C cup, bordering on D, 36-26-34.She smiled when she saw him and it almost knocked him speechless. Seeing she. The slow song ended and we decided we should get going. We made our way to the table, set on getting our things and saying our goodbyes. I grabbed my sport coat, my wife grabbed her purse. She was looking under the chairs and table now, telling me she couldn't find her shoes. I looked under the table, nothing. Checked each chair, not there. She sat in her chair, confused. I sat next to her. No one else was sitting at our table, where could they have gone?It couldn't have been more than a minute.