I will pray that I am not so selfish and happy that my mom and dad are asuccess.Friday, January 6Dear DiaryToday was strange. We actually had dinner a...ound the kitchen tabletogether as a family. Mom and dad were not reading or working. Weactually talked.To be honest, we did not talk a lot as Dad and Mom never know what to sayto me. Talking about interest rates and loan risks are easy for them butthey simply do not know what a 10 year old talks about.Mom told me her job meant she will be home at. Would you like a cup of coffee… I’m sorry. I don’t even know your name.’ ‘Jim. Yes, I’d like a cup if you’re going to join me.’ We made idle chit-chat as Janice made the coffee. She was a very shy girl but I managed to find out that she was 19 and worked at the Wal-Mart down the road and hated her job. She was a chubby gal who had a cute face that reminded me of the girl on the old Campbell Soup ads. I stayed for a couple cups of coffee that I didn’t really want, but I was enjoying Janice’s. When I left my trade mark trail of soft pecks form her lips to her shoulders I heard her moan and she had her arms up as if offering herself to me. I moved to her soft breasts for the first time and ran my hands up and down over her sari and blouse and I could swear I felt her nipples harden. I kissed the front of her neck and she moaned again, only a bit louder. I cupped her right breast as I held her tight against me. I started my grind and bent my knees to align my pelvis against hers. I. ItWas so frustrating to digest the fact that I cannot do anything. I masturbatedThat night thinking of his hairy chest with my breasts & nipples all over it.After that my attitude towards him changed totally. In class, I make sure heGets to see a lot of my breasts. My God! I just couldn’t take the thoughts ofHim away from my mind. Evey time I think of him my hands automatically startSqueezing my breasts then I start to unhook my blouse buttons & squeeze myBreasts through my bra, all the while.