”“I would have peed myself.”“That’s not something I would mind.”“Was this in here?” and I pointed at “my” cage.“Yep," he smiled....“But if it helps, it’s been cleaned since.”Somehow, I hadn’t altogether taken in the fact that I wasn’t the only one, that there was a system, something that was done regularly and as a norm. I had experienced each minute as something unique, something particular and special just for me. The idea that this was a world of its own made things seem bigger, and it was. I was still a virgin and I kept thinking that if my mommy let me cum on her ass, then next time I would try cumming IN her ass. I wouldn't have long to wait, just a few days later we had another stormy night.As the thunder and lightening began to crackle around the house the door to my room opened and my mom walked in and lay face down on my bed. I waited a few minutes for her to settle down, my cock as hard as a crowbar. Shortly I reached for her nighty and lifted it up her back exposing her. Glad it’s over.”“Any homework?” “A little math but that’s it.”“Well better get it done. Let me look at it when you’re finished,” he said.“Alright,” Tracy said. She turned and headed off to her room. John went back to his emails. About twenty minutes later the phone rang. It was the call he had been waiting. Just as he picked up his phone Tracy walked into his office in a little blue one piece swimsuit holding her homework. “Here you go,” she said laying the paper on his desk, “All done. I’m. I knew from the first moment the great friendship shared by Peter and Hubert, spoke of how I understood that their knowledge was born at the time of adolescence and tied them to a great mutual respect. The gentle slap given by Hubert to my buttocks was for me an affectionate gesture of a dear friend. The trust and friendship that Peter and the friendship with Hubert Hubert has shown on many occasions, towards me has convinced me to ask Hubert advice for how to dress. Together we went into the.