“Wow, looking good sweetheart!” he complimented her as she seductively stroked her own thighs. “How’s the view from the other side?” Giggling, she turned around and wiggled her rump at him before slapping it with a wet smack. “Very nice indeed!” he grinned. “I could take a bite right now!”

“Too bad it’s a school night, huh?” she teased him, turning back around and giving another long, lingering look at the front of her body before sitting down again and retrieving her phone. There were muffled sounds from outside the bathroom which the phone did not quite pick up but Josh could see Amelia turn to respond to. “Okay Mum!” she called back. “Give me five minutes! Sorry,” she turned back to Josh apologetically, “but dinner’s nearly ready. I’ve got to go! Mum wanted a bath this evening too so I was having mine early and…” she blushed a little. “Well, I was just thinking about you.”

“I think about you a lot too, honey!” he assured her. “Go enjoy your dinner! A fattening piggy needs her food!” She giggled and blew him a kiss then ended the call. At first, Josh felt a little awkward, wondering if Amelia’s mum had realised she’d been talking to him in the bath, let alone giving him a show, but then he reminded himself that she had personally asked him to deflower her young daughter so he could not imagine her really having too much of a problem with a cheeky video call! Checking the time, he noticed that it was a little after seven, close when he had been told to expect the girls to be done since the next booking for their table was at half past.

Wishing he could have had a little more fun with Amelia but figuring he could talk his wife or daughter into at least a blow-job when he got home, something they both prided themselves on their skills at giving, he got out of the car and smoothed down the front of his trousers then headed back up to the restaurant to wait for the girls in the lobby.

“Good evening,” the young woman behind the counter, a different girl from the one who had been on duty when he’d dropped the girls off, smiled as he entered, “how can I help you?”

“Just here to collect my daughter and her friends.” he smiled. “Martin, party of three? I hope they’ve not been any trouble?”

“None what so ever!” she assured him with a grin. “None that I’ve heard about anyway!”

“Oh those three little cuties are yours?” another girl in civilian clothes who was stood at the side of the reception desk filling in a form of some kind looked over and smiled. “They’re awesome! They seem to be having a great time!”

“Thank you!” Josh could not help feeling proud. “Yes, one of them’s mine!”

“The Christmas turkey by any chance?” the teen asked with a giggle.

“That’s the one!” Josh chuckled. “How did you guess?” The girl seemed to be in her late to mid teens with golden blonde hair a little longer than Samantha’s, tied back in a pony-tail and wet as if she had recently showered. She was not especially tall and it was hard to get a sense of her figure in her loose-fitting jeans and winter coat, although she had a very pretty face and, from the way the back of her jeans curved, a rather delicious rump!

“Call it mermaid intuition!” she giggled enigmatically. “Bye Sheila,” she pushed the completed form towards the receptionist. “See you next week!” She turned and blew a kiss to Josh who was still feeling somewhat perplexed then made her way to the front door. He was about to ask who she was when Samantha and the sisters emerged giggling from the dining room.

“Daddy!” she squealed in delight and ran to him, throwing her arms around him like used to do when she was much younger and he would surprise her by picking her up from school.

“Did you…” he started to ask but she cut him off in her excitement.

“Oh it was so cool!” she babbled. “There was this girl with glasses who was serving the stew while she cooked and her little sister was in the oven and this other girl got bent backwards and the spit shoved in her pussy and her boobs were so tasty and this other girl got a carrot up her butt and we had toes and there was a mermaid with nice tits and everything was just so awesome, Daddy! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!” At the mention of a mermaid, Josh began to connect the dots a little, guessing that the wet-haired teen had been some kind of performer and wishing he’d had the chance to see her in full costume. “Oh and we had the best ice cream!” she enthused. “It was like eight different flavours all in one big bowl with chocolate and strawberry sauce and flakes and sparklers!”

“Sounds like you had a good time then?” Josh chuckled, kissing the top of her head then giving friendly familial hugs to the other girls. They all enthusiastically endorsed this assumption.

“Have you got the prizes?” Samantha asked, remembering the shopping basket they had filled earlier.

“Safely in the car.” he assured her. “Ready to go?”

On the drive home, he got to hear all about their dinner in minute detail, as well as their new mermaid friend and the six different girls they had seen put on to cook. By the time they got home and dropped the sisters back across the road, Josh felt as if he had been at the dinner with them in person rather than sat in the car! The sisters hugged him again then Samantha, promising to see her on Christmas Day and to bring something delicious with them to share in the evening then Josh and Samantha gathered up the pink shopping bags and took them inside to show Laura and for Samantha to begin her epic recounting all over again.

“So,” Laura cut in with a smile once Samantha finally stopped for breath, “I’ve been getting lots of responses to the invitations!”

“Ooh!” Samantha leaned forward, excited to hear. Her friends had confirmed in person, of course, and she had been a little sad but understood when Mrs Menzies politely declined, explaining she had already agreed to spend the whole school holiday with her sister on the Isle of Wight and would be heading off as soon as school finished the Friday before Christmas. Still, she had been very happy to receive the invitation and told Samantha that she was sure she would make an absolutely delicious turkey! That still left all the family who had been told that some kind of invitation would be coming but not the exact nature of the party. She hoped that they would not be put off by what was on the menu. “So what do they say?”

“Everyone’s said yes so far!” Laura assured her with a grin. “Still waiting on Julie and Mike, and Grandma and Grandpa.”

“What about Gram and Gramps?” Samantha asked and Josh gave a wry little smile, knowing that his wife’s parents had successfully managed to get themselves branded the cool grandparents. His own parents loved Samantha a lot, he knew that, and she adored them too but they were far more the traditional grandparents, known by the standard titles, retired and known for their cooking and gardening respectively, often going on coach trips to various National Trust and English Heritage properties and giving very nice but rather practical and worthy gifts for birthday and Christmas such as fancy clothes or sets of classic books they considered should be in every child’s collection. Laura’s parents, on the other hand, were younger, both still working part time and the grandparents that would take the kids to theme parks or to see whatever they wanted at the cinema, within reason of course, whether it was something that they would personally be interested in or not. Their usual gifts included toys, video games and what they liked to describe as “fun nonsense”. They had requested to be known by their chosen, American-style titles when Samantha, their oldest grandchild, for the time being at least, was born.

“Oh they replied,” Laura grinned, “but they wanted to talk to you. I told them that you were out for dinner with your friends so they asked if you would mind calling them when you got in.”

“Of course I will!” Samantha exclaimed, kneeling on the sofa and reaching for the TV remote. “Can I use the TV?”

“Go ahead!” Laura grinned, discretely messaging her parents on her own phone to warn them to expect a very excited video call. The new TV had been a Summer purchase, when electrical shops generally have their sales. It was not the latest or top model by any stretch but was a significant upgrade on what they’d had before. Samantha’s favourite feature, and one she wished she could use more often, was the ability to make video calls on the TV itself, using its built-in camera. The issue was that the person you were calling had to have a compatible TV and, since most people considered it something of a gimmick, just something else to go wrong on an already over-complicated piece of kit, there were precious few people in their circle who had one. Among the few who did, however, were Gram and Gramps! In fact, they had had theirs first, always keen to be early adopters of new technology, and it was seeing theirs that had inspired Samantha to push for a similar one when her parents announced they would be replacing the old TV.

The TV’s menu loaded up and Samantha selected the relevant ap then opened the short list of contacts where her grandparents were the first entry. While they waited for the call to be answered, the picture from their own camera filled the screen with Gram and Gramp’s profile picture in a small box in the corner. Once they answered, Samantha knew, these images would switch with their video in the corner so she could see what the others were seeing and her grandparents’ video taking up most of the screen. Josh and Laura got comfortable either side of her on the sofa while they waited.

They were not waiting long before the call was answered and Laura’s parents popped into view on their own sofa, both wearing jeans and Gram in a t-shirt from a rock band they had been to see a couple of months earlier and Gramps in a rather loud Hawaiian shirt with a Christmas pattern all over it.

“Hi honey!” Gram blew a kiss at Samantha who pretended to catch it and tuck it down the front of her dress, close to her heart, before blowing one back. This had been their “thing” since Samantha had been four and seen it in a cartoon then taught the ritual to Gram on her next visit. “We got a lovely surprise today, didn’t we, Gramps?

To be continued...