"Meet me for lunch tomorrow?" she asked. Her date was cleaning up, while mine was making Tabitha squeal with delight."Want to meet at 11:30 or noon?" ...f we meet at 11:30 we'll avoid most of the crush." True."About then my date came. Tabitha held him, stroking and kissing his cheek as they drifted down. After a bit he got to his feet, helped her up, and they shared the shower, ostensibly to clean up. That may have been so, but her breasts took a lot of cleaning, and the same with his dick and. That sent a bolt of pleasure to her clit, which was still being expertly rubbed by Vic's thumb. "Oh god, oh god," Jen moaned, her body writhing from Vic's touch.Suddenly, Vic got on his knees. He unzipped Jen's skirt and pulled it down her stockinged legs. In the same motion he pulled down her panties. He paused a moment to admire her neatly trimmed bush, and then he started licking her pussy. Jen couldn't believe what was happening. Not 10 minutes ago she was making small talk in her. Then I left for her place it was quite chilly outside and my hands were cold as if they were frozen when I reached at her place. I knocked at her door and was happily greeted she came out kissed my cheeks and hugged me. But I could feel her hand pressing my dick and her boobs getting smashed on my chest. Then I entered and wished met her husband too, to my surprise there were a lot of people gathered there.Then her husband announced and we all went to their garden area where the tables were set. As you might imagine, the glowing reports of our welfare and our hospitality are of the highest order, especially since everybody turns a blind eye to the abuses, which are redefined as 'Treats for us girls.It was just a few weeks ago there was a visiting delegation of men, supposedly to do with farming as our institution was considering leasing the field next door to grow our own vegetables, all the girls were assembled and marched down to the shower room, stripped off and stood quietly as the.