Dear Diary. Saturday Jan 5th
Oh how I long for him. A love that cannot be. I saw him today. I looked out my bedroom upstairs window. He was washing his pride and joy.
His red mustang. Oh no shirt. His beautiful muscular body. His tattoos. His short hair. His well groomed short beard. He had his birthday yesterday 40 yrs. Why did he leave school. He was a good teacher. I was his model student. Though I am 16. What is age. I sit gazing. Is he aware of my adoration. My pussy tingles even though I am virgin. I am beautiful. I am well developed. My breasts are nice and curvy. Well diary. Time for bed. Goodnight.