Sarah had always refused to masturbate in front of me telling me that it was just too personal a thing to do with someone watching. Sarah's hips lifte... up into the air and I knew she was close to having an orgasm.Jack stood up as he watched Sarah and slipped out of his shirt and pants. When his underwear disappeared I could see that he was bigger than I was in the cock department, maybe eight inches and pretty thick too. He moved between her legs and stroked his cock as he watched her playing. Two more years ofschool, and as a girl at that. I was lucky that it hadn't quite sunk inand that I was still hoping she was just insane, else I'd have beenpanicking uncontrollably.I closed the diary and dumped it in to a desk drawer, not wanting to seeit. I then sat on my bed, or her bed, or whoever the bed belonged to,and tried to shake it all off as a bad dream.Eventually I fell asleep, fully clothed, worried about what was going tohappen to me. "OK. It's in a folder in "My Documents" called "Phone Numbers", under your name, if you need it." Is there a password?" No, just go straight to it, if you need it." I went onto the internet and started browsing for classic cars. I fancied an E-type if I could find one.Eventually Sharon had soaps overload and went to make a cup of tea. I quickly copied her file and e-mailed it to myself at work.Normally I didn't bother checking Sharon's phone bill, it was paid by direct debit. Things were. T. At but the weird sign. But all my whores call me mr pimp." he surely didn't look like a pimp. He was tall and not very muscular but with the tight shirt he was wearing it showed he had some muscles and he dressed like any normal teen. "we'll how old are you?" "I'm 13" his eyes filled from concern to understanding "ah a runaway! Do you have any way of earning money or food?" I started to cry again." hey don't cry it's okay. Listen I know this place in town were the man that runs the place.