[normal_guy]

... the doorbell rang again. The party was still going in full force. I was still pretty sober - surprisingly. No one else heard the doorbell, or didn't care about it, so I went to answer it. It was January and the house was all closed up. Besides, the party was down in a basement game room. I opened the door, and to my surprise, it was Anthony dressed in street clothes wearing a heavy winter coat. I asked him what was up, and he said he'd lost his wallet and was retracing his step. This was in the days before cellphones, so the contact number he had was for a landline and no one was home at the daughter's place who had booked him. She was at the party. He was very apologetic and asked if anyone had found a wallet. I let him in and told him he could look around. He came in and immediately went down to the basement where he had put on his show. I trailed behind him. When they saw him they were surprised. A couple people joked about an encore performance. Another asked if he was there to pick up the MIL. When the MIL saw him, her eyes lit up immediately, and a sexy little smile came over her face. She walked over to him immediately and gave him a hug, which I thought was really hot.

There was no wallet to be found, and so after a few minutes of searching he made his way to the front door. I followed him. My curiosity got the best of me. We were standing alone at the front door and as he opened it and was about to leave, I asked him, "So, what was going on under that towel at the end of your dance?" He kind of grinned, and made some comment about professional courtesy and he couldn't tell. I laughed and said, "Bullshit! Come on, man, tell me. I saw that your g-sting slipped off." He laughed and said, "Oh, it didn't slip. It had a some help. Who is she to you?" I told him that she was my MIL, and asked, "What else?" He laughed again and said, "Look, man, it happens a lot. Ladies have too much to drink, I shake my hips in front of their faces, wrap the towel around their heads, they get caught up in the moment and sometimes they touch me, that's all. It's just part of the fun. If they resist or push me away, I stop." I couldn't resist, so I pressed, "So she touched you?" He was starting to get a bit annoyed by my interrogation and was anxious to leave. As he walked out the door he said, "Yea, man, she pulled my g-sting down, so I stuck it her face. I couldn't see what she was doing, but she didn't turn her face away or push me away, so I just played along."

With that, he walked out. I stood there at the front door for minute or two relishing the thought and very envious of Anthony. The MIL's reaction when she saw Anthony walk in the second time only added to my excitement.