” He licked the last of my juices from the back of his hand, Buddy following his lead, soon all were tasting my juices on their fingers. Can you ima...ine each one had to have a feel and a taste? “Geoff, she is a sweet tasting slut, you lucky devil.” Ronnie piped up, licking his lips. He snuck back for seconds, “Little woman you want a taste or do you dip your fingers in your well every chance you get. I would if I had a sweet tasting honey pot like yours.” I thrashed my head back and forth. I was wide eyed as I gazed at him. I gave a little whimper as thrilling sensations ran through my body at his touch. The guy, still grinning broadly, and no doubt still marvelling at the unexpected situation, reiterated the words hed earlier said: if I had a slut like you, I wouldnt be leaving you alone, and he chuckled out loud. I was panting with excitement as his hands ran over and over my body. You really are a slut arent you, and your husband treats you like a slut, the guy sneered. I felt. She, it seemed, was too busy chasing her revenge to spend time with me.However, the trial came to an end, with its spectacular result, and Rosiephoned to say she was coming for the weekend, and maybe a bit longer. Imade a special effort, cooking a full roast, and breaking open one of mybest bottles of claret. She arrived quite early in the morning, and aftera quick peck on the cheek, she rushed to her room. "I'm meeting the girlsfor a ride" she said over her shoulder. "Can you squeeze them in. The other sixteen of us, eight men and eight women, had migrated into couples with little fanfare. Oh, we’d all gotten around to making announcements to the group at large, but there was little time for weddings.Abby set up a school for the kids, which was heavy on science, including practical work, weapons training, and other skills the community used, like cooking and mechanical repair. We had a mechanic, a chef, a nurse, and a welder in our community, and they all taught classes to everyone..