Look down at Amy's lap [Route B]

You can't take your eyes off her lap as her dress inches dangerously higher revealing more and more of her soft slender thighs.

She stops just short of revealing her panties as she fishes the last buttery pea from between her legs and places it onto the plate.

"Last one," she giggles.

After saying grace everyone begins carefully tucking into the birthday meal. Amy seems surprisingly drunk for the tiny amount of proseco she has drunk. You notice she is trying hard to keep it together as she struggles to cut her steak.

As she finally cuts away a small chunk her fork slips and it canons into her pile of buttery peas sending several slipping onto the table. A couple continue to roll you way and end up going off the table again.

You give her a sympathetic wince, but of course you're not going to let on to the others what you witnessed.

You then notice Amy's eyes travel down to your crotch.