I let out an even louder moan as Mr. Nash’s hand began to run up the inside of my shirt. Closing my eyes, I let whatever emotions were coming comple...ely sweep over my body. Mr. Nash’s hands were cold and manly. Manly being as they were rough and rugged. I liked that more then I could explain. There was just something about a man who could make you feel like you were going to be protected and completely taken care of. That was what I was hoping to get out of all of this. I wanted him to protect. She was very popular with the lads at school, including many guys in Greg's year. This often annoyed him with comments of how they would love to fuck her and other things. The comments were mainly to annoy Greg, but there was always truth behind them. One summer, Greg had the house to himself one day, and decided to use that time watching porn on his computer in his bedroom. Greg found a video with a girl who was about the same age as Freya, with a similar body. Greg was intrigued, so decided. The woman the eyes are attached to, smiles at me. Why shouldn't she smile? She has nothing to lose.On the other hand, this race means everything to me.Race. It's a funny word. It's something we're born doing. Five year old kids get together on the playground, look at each other and ask... "Wanna race?"In its most basic form the word refers to a contest in which two or more competitors endeavor to discover which of them is the fastest. We can race on foot. We can race bicycles. We can race cars.. Her thoughts ran to the size of his thing. Somehow her hand wandered down to her lap and she pressed against the sudden hot feeling between her legs. She came back to reality when she realized both Higgy and Tess were watching her intently."All right, girls, open your books to page one hundred and twenty-five."The sound of rustling paper and whispered comments filled the small classroom. The schoolgirls were already reading the chapter on the Conquest of the New World by the Spanish.