”He nodded. “Oh, yes, got a few scorchers from Old Windbag our housemaster plus three visits to the HM!” Peter admitted.“Never had the cane, H...annah?” enquired Clare.Hannah bit her lip. “Well yes, actually got caned once for drinking in the dorm. Jolly well hurt. Got six strokes in front of my friends. Had to lower my pants. Not sure what was worse, the caning or them seeing my bare bottom even though nudity was common at boarding school.”Hannah did not admit that the memory still aroused her as. Well he was in the window in a flash and I could see he was excited by his bulge in his jeans, and it was far bigger than pee wee Rupert’s when full erect. Well I just lost my head and rubbed his bulge and told him he could do anything he wanted as I was a helpless lady. Well the next thing I know, he had swept me up in his arms and I was carried to the bed and he threw me on the bed and pulled off his t-shirt, kicked his shoes off and dropped his jeans, and wham I was confronted by an 8”. He won’t hear anything he doesn’t already hear through the door at home and I can’t stop; I’m too close now.”Mother sputtered, “But . . . but . .” then as dad began to really pound her, I could hear her moan over the slapping sound of their loins striking together. Her own orgasm overwhelmed her as dad was grunting. The sound of their cumming was just as it was back at the house. Mom squealed "I’M CUMMMINNGGG!!! loudly, and dad made a long growl. I popped my cork with them simultaneously. ” Feeling the need for further clarification she went on, “I didn’t want to come to the table naked. Besides,” she wrinkled her nose, blushed and giggled, “We kind of messed up your bed.”Charie grinned at her and, like and old pro at this, said, “Sleeping around has a way of making beds messy doesn’t it Hun.” Laughing she added, “Looks like we’ll need to change the beds in the morning anyway so what’s a sheet between friends?”As John pulled the armchair closer to the coffee table he said to me,.