What she said was, "I have never ... not even once ... did I imagine anything that wonderful ... Carl? Where did all this come from? How did a fourtee...n year old orphan learn to give this kind of pleasure?? How did you know what to do to me? I didn't give you any encouragement ... You just played me like a violin ... I never knew ... Carl, I never knew..."She could feel the fluid inside her moving about as she shifted, and clasped her hand around my penis, trying to make sure nothing escaped.. It was just something she noticed, but never put two and two together. Who would figure such a thing? But then it all crystallized one hot summer day some three years ago, when she accidentally stumbled onto a stash of pictures he was saving in a folder on their computer. A knowing smile creased her sultry 40-year-old face as she sifted through photo after photo of sexy women smoking cigarettes. She even got to know what element of women smoking really turned him on, just from the shear number. Anyway, working at a coffee shop isn't too bad. If I hear one more person ask me for a latte with no milk, I’m going to lacerate them with a biscotti, but other than that, it's alright. The pay is decent, and quite a few teens go there, as well as a few girls from my school that happen to be drop dead gorgeous. They also happen to be clumsy and wear white t-shirts with no bra. Obviously, this makes spilling their coffee all over themselves a few minutes of heaven for me. If I could tell you how. Nisha had just turned 19 when I first met her as my student for accounts. She was as it is poor in mathematics, though far more skilful in her own lustful techniques. I knew very well she was not interested in the subject which I was to teach her. On the contrary she made me wonder whose the teacher and in which subject. I operate my C/A business from home itself and my wife, Supriya, teaches in a girls’ high school. I’ve always maintained good reputation in society and Supriya trusts me.