"Well, aren't you going to offer me in? We still got a few minutes before we have to be there." I asked. After seeing the outside of his house, I was ...ust dying to see what it looked like inside.A look of embarrassment suddenly came on his face, "Sorry, I'm not used to having visitors. Would you like to come in? I don't have much to drink but I can offer you some orange juice." Sure." I really wasn't thirsty; but hey, it gave me a needed excuse to see the rest of the house.Then, with a sparkle. " Oh, I can't tell you how relieved I am. I'm so lucky to have you as my wife.So where do we go from here? How do we continue?" Well, my love, we've been practicing 'open marriage' for years, so why not let the baby have the right name? I simply suggest that we keep doing what we did up to now, agreeing that it's an open marriage. I don't want to promise that I'll stop fucking others because after getting used to doing it for years I simply don't believe I can stop. You probably have the same. The two of them look like strangers respecting each other's space as they move about the floor. Dan has maneuvered Jenna to a darkened corner of the dance floor and, unrealized by her, is holding her to that area. As Jenna pauses to take a deep breath Dan's smile lights up as he pulls Jenna tight to his body and puts his mouth against her ear and starts to speak. I can see that he has wedged his leg between Jenna's and is effectively forcing her legs apart as he drives his crotch against hers.. "We need to get your strength up," she whispered to him through smiling lips.Jason crawled up to the headboard and got the bottle of liquid coconut oil Di had left there. Di scooted back until she could lean against the headboard to stretch her legs out. While she continued to feed them both, he warmed oil in his hands and worked them into the skin of her feet.The scars from the skin grafts on her lower legs and feet weren't bad at all. Her toes didn't appear to have been burned, but the scars.