We watched TV and played cards. Aroundnoon, there was a knock on the door. It was Mrs. Harper! I ran to myroom and checked in the mirror to make sure ... looked okay. I touched upmy makeup and bushed my hair. I returned to the great room and greetedMrs. Harper. She had come by the house as had noticed the rest of ourfamilies had not arrived. We explained the situation to her. She stayedand ate lunch with us. After a few hours she left to go home. She neverindicated that she suspected I wasn't a. .. and now, as last night, Sarah Olsen could not deny the wanton things her young pertly developed body craved. But more than that now, she didn't want to deny them... it wasn't just her body, but her soul that cried out now... and there could be no stopping, not now, not ever.Sarah was lying on her back on the floor, cushioned from the hardwood by a thick, shag rug that tickled her naked flesh as she moved against it. Sammy was somewhere at her feet, only a hazy smear through her drug-blurred. Hearing those words gave Lonia heavy heart for she knew her friend hurt herself just as much as shehurt Hyle by not being upfront earlier. The friend lending a shoulder knewthat Loni did not mean those words. They were used as a defense mechanismagainst being rejected for who she was.It was time for Fred to quit listening and start to talk. Kyle had enoughtime to vent about what happened,now he needed to see his actions for whatthey were. "Why were you scared about what other people think?"Loni. I am sure you guys reading this are doing the same as I am, touching ourselves, I have two fingers inside and rubbing my clitoris with my thumb, are you pulling your foreskins over your cock-heads, yummy that felt good.I am the second top writer of sex in here and I masturbate, like I am doing now, every time I recall past events, letting dirty old men have their wicked ways with my young body, the most memorable, being the day I had to bite hard onto my dirty knickers, the first old man.