Riley (b).

Riley and Allison come tumbling in the front door: hair tied back in damp ponytails, with the straps of swimwear peaking from underneath their tanktops and shopping bags draped on their arms. Clearly, the two have had fun today at the beach and mall. Riley also appears to have stopped off to grab ingredients for tacos. Good. The girls will be able to have their own dinner tonight without resorting to take out.
Tara falls in with the girls, shaking off her earlier mood and examining their purchases as if the girls were all old friends. You retreat to the basement to enjoy some computer time before Jenna and Karen return. Sometimes a man just needs time to himself.
About 25 minutes later, you hear your wife and sister-in-law arrive. You can hear the voices as the girls ask about their day, and you make your way upstairs to greet them.

The rest of the afternoon passes without incident. Jack comes home around 3:00, and heads up to take a nap before dinner. You made reservations at Chat Noir this morning, setting them for 6:45 PM, so at 5:30, you shave, get dressed in a nice pair of slacks, and a deep blue shortsleeve button up shirt. Jenna brushes out her hair and puts on makeup, wearing sheer knee high stockings under a tight dress, with a garter thong and no bra as far as you can tell. Your mouth waters as you watch her dress, and she winks at you as she clasps her nylons.

You head downstairs where Jack and Karen are waiting. The smell of tacos lingers in the air, and the girls are eating by the poolside. Zoe's with them: she came home from the tattoo parlor around 5:00 PM. Karen's wearing almost the exact same outfit as Jenna, though she's clearly wearing a bustier under her dress.
"You guys ready?"
"Abso-fucking-lutely, Jameson!" Karen pronounces with gusto. Jack looks a little sleepy. Probably still whipped from his encounter today.
Jenna comes down, and the four of you head out, taking an Uber so that you don't have to worry about driving home.