Dear Diary,

As I said earlier, isn't he just the most beautiful person? I have always dreamed of being close to someone I could tell (and yes, act out) my most private feelings. I am so glad that I have him for a friend!

I then left to use the bathroom. When I stepped into the shower, and where I felt I might have been washing to cleanse myself, of the whole experience, I knew that one cleaned themselves, when they felt dirty, and what I had experienced was beautiful. True it might leave some lingering doubts, yet I felt that I was mature enough to handle them.

Finishing my shower, I went into the guest room and changed into hiking clothes, as we were to go on a trip to the forest located nearby. I could hear that Stacey had awaken and would figured she would soon be over into my room to check and see if I was up yet. As I drew on a fresh pair of panties and looked into the mirror in the dresser, I saw not a little girl, but a developing woman. I pulled an old tee-shirt over my head and noticed how my nipples were still jutting forth through the material. As I got my pants on and pulled the zipper up, I could almost feel my fingers thrusting deep inside me again. The taste of his semen was a special memory in my mouth, where I savored it and it caused small electrical pulses to course throughout my body again. Just them Stacey came bouncing into the room. She asked if I had slept okay and was ready to go on the hike today. I asked her, " Sure! If your father or mother taking us?" Stacey said, " Dad is, as mom will be out of town for at least two more days. Why?"I casually replied, "I was just curious because your dad is so much more fun to go out to the woods with." Stacey said, "Ain't it the truth. Oh and by the way, bring some an extra towel. There is a lake deep in the woods and we might convince dad if we can go swimming in it."

We finished breakfast and headed off in the old truck toward Potters Dam.