They invented names for Sam behind her back: Sam the dirty tramp; Sam and her clam; Slut; Whore. You get the idea. But by far, the most popular name t...ey had for her was Wild Thing. Because this was the name that rang truest of them all. They called her by this name to her face and it never seemed to faze her. Sam wasn’t going to argue with claims she believed to be true. Most everyone knew that she was a product of the Foster care system, and because of this, I always thought they were cruel. I was getting ready to leave when a slow number began playing and Maxine pulled me out onto the dance floor. We had all ready danced four or five times, but not like that last dance. She pulled me close and half way into the song she pulled my head down and kissed me. Shoved her tongue down my throat and her hand slid down my body and she started rubbing my cock."I ain't no dummy so when the song ended I asked her if she wanted to leave and she said yes. We didn't say a word all the way out to. With all the emotions and pent up grief and fears we each had, this was that release that often families just share with each other. The trouble here was we had all just met and were not a family.I guess the fact that our clothes sort of got opened, blouses, pants, shorts, whatever, seemed to have someone's, anyone's hands or mouth fondling and kissing anything that got exposed made this a 'foursome' and we were not playing golf.Nothing happened but we found we were all laying back, hands. The warm water soothed both her body and her soul. She couldn’t believe what she just did. She fucked another woman’s husband in their room and had his wife’s used panties stuffed into her mouth. It was so wrong, she thought, but her nipples again gave her away. They stiffened to her touch as she rubbed soap over her full breasts and squeezed them. She remembered David's hands on them as she played and fondled them. She then washed her pussy and felt David’s hot cum dripping out. It gave her.