Emily, by all appearances, should have been asad, old lady, but she was spirited and intelligent and still full oflife. She must have had few men in ...er life, I guessed.Emily must have sensed my thinking, interrupting the silence bycontinuing:"Don't feel sorry for me Katie. I've had a happy, full life. And everyso often, I'll see a former student of mine who will tell me how much sheenjoyed my teaching, or how I helped her find her way in life. You neverknow dear." I guess," I said in. She was shivering, because the evening had turned cool. The breeze blowing from the hills whipped across her bare legs and flowed right through her light dress. The backpack protected her bare back from the cold, but the contents pressed uncomfortably and the canvas scratched at her skin. She dumped the backpack in her room. She extracted a book to take with her to the cafeteria.She got her tray and silently sat down. No one was interested in talking to her, which was why she brought the book.. "Okay?" She sat down on the chair, her chest still bare. "Tell me what you were feeling."Mel swallowed, feeling very nervous. "I, uh, I, well, it was interesting."Vicky laughed. "You're a virgin, aren't you." She watched as Mel glanced down, blushing. "I mean as a guy. Aren't you."Mel looked up, and then nodded in embarrassment. Then her mouth dropped in shock. Vicky knew. "You... you know I'm... I was... a virgin?"Vicky smiled. "It wasn't too hard to guess, not the way you reacted." She. She was very good with the c***d and I paid her handsomely for her efforts. Lacy was a very homely girl with a severe case of acne. As a result, in my dealings with her, she was very shy and made little eye contact. Yet, from the neck down she had the body of a nubile Goddess...pert, mouthful sized tits, a tiny waist line and ass cheeks the size of a couple of g****fruits. She couldn't have weighed more than 80-pounds.I had hired Lacy that Friday night to work from 6 PM to 2 AM. I planned on.