Recovering in a big sweaty pile

The breakfast orgy ends with most pigs naked in a moist pile in the middle of the barn. Plenty of fat hairy sweaty girls are cuddling each other, some awake and some napping.

A girl I have never talked with before is suckling on my nipple, and I feel absolutely no desire to stop her. It feels good, actually. It also feels good that another girl is spooning me and groping my ass. Her groping hand reignites the burn in my bruised butt skin, which sends jolt of painful pleasure up my spine.

I notice two older pigs gently kissing and groping each other's love handle, and then suddenly my eyes grow wide.

"Mrs Ford?" erupts out of my mouth before I've had time to analyze the situation.

She's easily a hundred pounds heavier, has more grey hairs than she used to and has developed a few wrinkles, but I still recognize my hot high school teacher. Mrs Ford turns her head towards me just as the color drains from it. She's wearing a Dumb Sow collar like me; Either she hasn't been here long, or she has been an unremarkable pig.

Some of the other pigs have heard me, and they guess that I've recognized her from her previous life.

She lets out an awkward cough, and then a voice teases "Ooooh, Mrs Fooord!" Tina, the Lard Whore, climbs on top of another pig to get closer to us. "You two know each other?"

I don't know what to say. Do I keep my knowledge to myself, risking my own standing in this pigsty, or do I rat out Mrs Ford's past? Then again, maybe they already know that she used to be a schoolteacher. I wonder how long it has been since she's changed vocation?