It was a turn on to see her that way.I stood and adjusted my pants back up, tucking my erection back into my pants I headed down the stairs. I had gra...bed a laundry basket to use as an excuse for being outside the bathroom door. I figured that once Becky was ready to step out of the bathroom I would step towards the door with the hamper in my hands. I stood outside the bathroom door and listened. Becky had gotten out of the shower and was drying off. I held the hamper with one hand and with. I dropped the shirt in the laundry basket and shook my head to clear it. I looked down at a new and rising hard-on.Gaby was sitting up when I returned to the hall, holding her head in her hands and groaning. I left her there and went to fetch a bucket and mop. The puddle had to be urine, Gaby's urine. I couldn't have done it, and even under the circumstances we couldn't have produced enough sexual fluids to make that puddle. I had a vague recollection of Gaby, on all fours, letting go a stream. "Hi, Walter", she said. "Long time no see."I fucked her against the closed door after she had sucked me back to rigidity. And yes, it felt like entering heaven. She moaned and begged me to do it harder, deeper. We maybe stood there five minutes. Belle got louder, my cock almost scorched her wet, weak flesh.Then the door opened and both of us fell forward into the arms of a guard. It was right then that I came and Belle orgasmed. We had no time to feel embarrassed. We just lay on the floor,. Bad move as the school caretaker (janitor) caught us and threatened to take us straight to the Headmaster. I cried and blubbed and begged him not to, promising that I would do anything to avoid that, so anything it was! I found out almost 40 years later, from Alan that it was all a set up, the caretaker had arranged it all with Alan but no one could have known where it would lead!Mr Carter, the caretaker, took me, and a grinning Alan, to the boiler room, a scary place at the best of times but.