However Harry finally arranged to meet me and told me his friend would also arrive later when his family went to Devon for a day and he used a excuse ...o stay behind. Harry is a 63 year old self made man who lived in a very posh area. After all was arranged including the outfit provided by him. I got up eager in the morning and had a long bath before putting on lots of body butter and perfume. I put on black very silky stockings and suspenders and a g string. On top I wore a simple track suit. .."You a virgin little girl or have ya fucked a man or two? Sucked you some dick?" I'm only 14 that is nasty talk, I ain't never done nothing like that. I'm a good girl!" She said looking at her mother. Turning her head Rochelle's mother looked out the window."Be nice to the kind man Rochelle, he is giving us a ride. Yes, mister she is a virgin – what's the matter, mister, doesn't you want me?" Why the fuck would I want a skinny, saggy titted Nigger drug addict? Get real you old fuck! $500 for. His leg was bouncing up and down under the his so rapidly and hard that I felt the vibrations against my chair. I wondered if he knew what I meant and how crazy it drove me to have that jimmy leg so close to me. Really any sort of jostling gave me a degree of pleasure. I loved doing that to myself, and my journal continued with some of the negative effects I was noticing. Actually it’s the area I do sit ups with that are sore. I can think of two possibilities. Either this is what cramps. I knew lots of people there. Some were my friends. Some weremy neighbors. Some were kids from school, or my Hebrew School or my youthgroup. I must have known at least 30 kids around my age alone. Most ofthem recognized me despite my costume. That really was not surprising,since most knew my parents whom I walked in with or my cousin whose outfitmatched mine. I was teased by some. Complimented by others, and I wasactually told how beautiful I was (I think they were kidding). Only threekids, a.