She kept up the teasing and would often knock on the door when I was in the bathroom and asked if I ‘needed any help.’ Yesterday night, I was masturbating in the bathroom when my mom knocked on the door and again asked if I needed help. I’m scared I might have cancer, my teacher says a lot of people can get cancer at any age and any time but people don’t know about it. Sex ~~~
I close my diary and try to think clearly. I got myself a job! Her pussy was tight, I took it slowly in and out as we moaned very softly together. I felt resentful every time but at the same time I couldn’t help myself. “Danny’s Diary, Don’t Open.” is what I called it the last time I wrote in it. We hugged and cried together. I walk to the very corner of the basement, and look at the very first box I unloaded into my basement when my family moved into the house. I wasn’t dreaming anymore. My diploma, my school speech, my class pictures. I was terrified that she would tell my friends or her friends of what happened with me in bed. She quickly grabbed some tissues and cleaned me up, but it felt very weird when she started handling my still erect penis
