. celebrating Hanukkah with so many goyim, including my husband,” Carrie laughed now, “anyway, Merry Christmas.”“And Happy Hanukkah again to y...ou, honey,” Courtney told her with a sloppy French kiss.After all, this wasn’t a normal in-law situation at all. Carrie’s husband, Courtney’s son Hank, was also the brother of Moon Moskowitz-Williams, who just happened to be the wife of Carrie’s son Doc. Then again, they were in a group and communal marriage, and lately, they had all taken plenty of. She was saying, “Where the fuck is this bitch!” over and over again. I finally walked out of the shadows and said, “I’m not a bitch but here I am.” She jumped a little then stepped closer to me trying to make out my face. She was a short black girl with beautiful legs under the tiniest mini skirt I had ever seen. I walked up to her and asked, “Who are you looking for?” “My boyfriend.” She said back in an awkward voice. “Oh well I’ve been here all night and haven’t seen him, do you want to. My son fucked her very hard. His down shots matched her upshots. They were doing in the synchronized way of fucking. He was licking and squeezing her breasts and her lips and I got very aroused in the meantime guarding them in lonely woods.Finally, after 20 minutes, they both moaned loudly and my son fell on my wife body. Now they were kissing and fondling each other. I left them for another 20 minutes. But when I came back after a smoke, they already started another round.I was amazed. What a. Youshould have called if you were going to be late."Her voice told me that if I argued we were going to go along the samepath we usually took. I was feeling too good to argue, so I apologized."Oh, you're right. Sorry. A group of us went to the all night diner andhad desert. Time just flew I guess. Sorry."Diane smiled. "Ok, do you have any plans for tomorrow?"I stumbled for a second. "Brunch with some people."Diane didn't pursue my Sunday plans and contented herself with askingabout the gig..