Dick and his wife Ruth where the ones I purchase this old farmhouse. He grabbed one of the blankets and wrapped it around me, said,"Nicole get in the ...ouse, Sean and I will get him in for you."Then looked with embarrassment that it was his 18-year-old son Sean with him. Sean had been over to the house many times and would chat with me. Our conversations would always lead to sex; this evening he got a good view of what I knew he desired.As Dick and Sean were bringing Nick in to my bedroom, Ruth. She smiled. "You want more of my cunt juice, don't you?"Pretending to be repulsed, I lied, "No." Liar," she laughed, getting dressed. She reached into her purse and demanded, "Say cheese, Miss Malone."I quickly covered my face with my hands.She raised her voice like a teacher would do when scolding a student, "Don't you ever cover yourself in front of me again, slut."I slowly moved my hands away, keeping my head down, "Please don't take my picture like this."She chuckled, "Slut, I will be. Shanti smelt something foul in it.Shanti added that next day when both the ladies were together she asked them straight to explain the situation of last night. The wife of Mohanty told in bold voice without hesitation that they are exchanging their partners every night and also are having sex with their hubies regularly by discussing the incident. They invited Shanti to join their group. It was not possible for Shanti to consent at the proposal without consulting her huby.Then in the night. Occasionally they would all run somewhere else in the field and then resume grazing.“Why do they all go to the same places?” Helen asked, snuggled under my armpit as we watched them from the bed.“I suppose one off them decides ... and they all follow...”“Like sheep!” she laughed.“Exactly!”The room was spacious and the bed was huge, and we eyed it hungrily when we arrived, dropped our bags, undressed each other and fell into bed and each other’s arms, in which we lay awhile before hands began.