“Yeah, I do know. They get to decide what a family is, what a marriage is, for them. I’m sure that decorum and propriety will be observed.”“I ...uess,” I said. “I know that if Ed tried...”“Honey,” Cindy laughed at me, “Ed walks around with his eyes glazed over half the time.”“Yeah, okay,” I said. “Like Dan doesn’t...”“Not since a long time ago in a trailer park far, far away...”Everybody knows about the ‘marriage’ in Carlita’s home. Somebody mentioned open marriages. Discussion followed, deciding. We were both accepted which was a big surprise to my mother. She thought she would be too old. Now, I think it was because she was a lesbian, and hated men. Maybe that's why they picked her. They wanted to be rid of the visitors and she knew lesbianism would be the answer. My real name is unimportant, please call me Jenny. I want to be her for you, and my old name brings back bad memories for me." Bad memories? What memories?" Things I had forgotten until now. Late night visits from my mother. Mom wouldn't behome until late afternoon and that gave us the run of the house.Mark and I had been buddies since my family moved into the subdivisionfive years ago. We played on the same little league team, did a tour ofduty with the boy scouts, went to the same school and generally just hungaround the neighborhood together. Last summer, with the completion of thenew high school, the town redrew the school district boundaries. Mark, wholived across the highway from me had to go to the new high. When it was done, she lifted my sari and walked with me to my bedroom. I reclined on the bed with sari raised above my knees. It was required to be dried up before washing. But it was a quite a boring job. So in the same state, I went in a nap. I woke up with weight on myself.I immediately opened my eyes to see Suraj above me. He was without pants, my thighs were stretched and he was pumping his dick inside my pussy. I didn’t stop him from doing that. It seemed he was about to finish. Within a.