I hadn’t broken a rule; I had started a new one.The platform was still standing in the center of the square from when I had made my appearance on Ge...eral Samuel Day. We rode up to it and all of the members of my team came to join me. A cheer erupted from the crowd, and then the words that stroke an ego were chanted repeatedly. Hero John, Hero John, Hero John, Hero John. Try as I might, I could not get them to stop. I finally just quit trying and let them bask in their revelry.They finally. After that, lunches together became a regular thing. As they spent more time talking about the old days Janet began to recall him. He had been right; they were parts of separate crowds, and in the manner of all high schools, seldom intermingled. He had been a laid back kid, not a part of the "in crowd", but not one of the outcasts either. Their conversations moved from nostalgia to comparing their lives after high school to life in general. They quickly became fast friends. So it was inevitable. This was not unusual for her. All three children had been spanked many times over their childhood, always in the nude, by both their mother and father, but having her siblings there on the couch to ?assist? was novel. She remembered vividly as she lowered herself over her father’s legs that the siblings had always been expected to watch, when one of them was being spanked, partly to shame the recipient. She also remembered that Mel always managed to place himself directly behind her feet. I laid her back and didnt hold back at all. I rubbed my tip on her wet pussy, it slipped in so easily. She gasped. I thrust firmly. She moaned. I thrust harder. She scratched my back. I took that to mean fuck the shit out of me, and I did. I kept thrusting and rubbing her tits until I came. We layed kissing on her couch with her leg over my groin. I reached down and startedlightly fingering her clit covered with my cum. It was wet and I was able to really work that clit. She grabbed.