I'd walked almost all the way to Cassie's house. That's the moment that inspiration struck. I ran through the woods to get home and find something to ...ark a trail. The pioneers blazed trails by cutting a notch in the trees along the path, but we were taught that we shouldn't do that now because it damages the tree and leaves it vulnerable to disease. 4-H Forestry I. I wasn't sure what I could use, but Betts was out riding with her friends and I could search the house. I found a spool of ribbon. When I came home from school at four o’clock and she was there, she said, “Honey, tonight Daddy and I are going to start our three days of teaching you to become a Woman.” I was speechless. Cripes, Diary, remember I’m only in seventh grade. The first one in my class to get boobs – real boobs. And looking back on it all now, I’d never even masturbated yet. I was such a dork. I thought playing with my bumps was as hot as you could get. Okay, I’ve stalled enough on this, Diary. Here goes.. The stopover was for just one night, Saturday I had made and excuse to Roseanna that I had work to do and that I could not be away for more than 2 days, the house had 5 bedrooms all on-suit and all doubles with a mixture of double and twin beds, she had a maid, a Rumanian girl called hazel which I thought at the time was a strange name for a Rumanian but who am I to judge as it had occurred to me several times “what on earth am I doing here when I have such a beauty back in the village” but. She didn’t pay any attention to my erection as she went back to massaging my feet. As before, she straddled my legs and worked up to my thighs. The next time she moved up my body, she was astride my hips; my cock was pinned against my abdomen by Zara's hot pussy. She just smiled down at me, and asked, “You like?”I nodded yes, and Zara continued massaging my arms and shoulders. What a cock tease she was–as Zara massaged my upper arms and shoulders, her hips rocked back and forth. A couple times.