I don’t turn sixteen until January. Anyway, it says I need to wear glasses when I drive.”“A driving license is the key to freedom,” I said.“...es!” Tracey agreed happily.She introduced me to her dad, mom, and little brother, Eugene. Before we sat down to dinner, Tracey’s mom took quite a few pictures of us. Her mom was clearly happy that Tracey had a date for the dance and her questions and comments made it clear she was hoping I would turn into a boyfriend. I hoped Tracey would be able to. They were both happy sharing my body together without any complains, I would say, each one of them had his own share of feeling, touching sucking, licking and fucking each part of my body, I was fucked in every possible place a woman could be fucked in.I had also had my big share of pleasure, being the center attention of two great looking, young men, sharing my body, treating me like their joint woman without any jealousy or a feeling of single ownership by any of them, as some men usually. David was a handsome young man, she could not deny that. A few days ago he had washed the car in the driveway wearing nothing but a pair of cut off jeans and his rippling muscles and gorgeous tan had not gone unnoticed. She shook her head trying to clear such thoughts, yet the thought of, at thirty-nine, being attractive to a seventeen year old brought on erotic images that led to her hands wandering under the covers and before long she was pleasuring herself.The orgasm was especially powerful. “You spilt your filthy sticky cum all down my legs at just the slightest touch on your cock. And that will not do, Peter. You are at the start of your training with me, so your reaction was not unexpected; but it is not the kind of behaviour I tolerate.” Peter nodded quickly. “I understand, Mistress.” Mistress Trixy ran her fingers through Peter’s dark curls and looked down into his eyes. “Did I ask you to speak just then?” she questioned. Peter was silent. “No, I did not.” She curled her.