We talked about school and things. She showed me around her house, but she wouldn’t let me go in a certain room, she said it was her “special plac...,” I’m not sure what she was talking about, but she said “every grown up has one.” I’ll have to make sure and ask mom and dad about theirs…Entry Three- May 5th 20**I don’t have many friends, really none to be honest, but Liz said she would be my friend.I’m so happy, I’ve never had a friend as good as her. She lets me stay over when I get home from. I wonder if his staff was hard again, I wonder what it looks like, how it would feel in my hand? Ummm, does he want to put in here; was he thinking about my little tunnel? Ahhh, was he staring at my titties? Was he thinking about pushing his hard staff into this slippery little slit? Oh, I think I want him to, I know it's bad of me, but I want to feel his cock, I want to feel his weight lying on me as he pushes his hardness deep inside me."Would he do what the kitchen maids talked about, would. " I was getting very warm, and could feel my face turning beet red. "May I ask you something very personal?", she asked. "Yes," I said. "Did Lorene teach you to do what you did last night?", she slowly asked. I was feeling panicky and light-headed, but decided to tell her that whole story in detail. She listened intently until I finished, then said, "Now I understand, and need to say that all of that is nothing you need be ashamed of, and honestly, I find myself very aroused hearing it." Follow. "Feel here." She guided my hand to her lower abdomen and I could feel a another bulge on her lower left side. "I like feeling your hand on me." She closed her eyes and lifted her face. "Lower..."I was caressing her belly just above her patch of pubic hair. My fingers strayed into the verge of her brown thicket."Lower," she said and put her hand on mine to guide my fingers to her mons. I probed her slit with my middle finger. "You are wet," I remarked. Dipping my fingers into her hot, slick.