"Jorge grinned at hearing that, he added, "Juan learned it from my mom andinherited her rice pan. He is the only other person who can make it well,I t...ied to teach John but he just can't capture the right timing to makeit dry yet moist, crunchy yet soft, caramelized but not burned. Poor Johnhas tried for over 20 years to make it right but he just can't get itdone right."The kids were smiling at that, Jorge was making them forget theirtroubles and enjoy the day. After lunch, he ushered them out. I raised my hands and began rubbing my tits, then pinching my nipples hard. My fathers eyes were bugging out of his head, but I realized he wasnt looking away. He swallowed hard when Mr. Miller said Enough, come here. I walked to stand by Mr. Miller and my half naked, unconscious mother. My fathers eyes tracked me the whole time. Mr. Miller lifted a hand and cupped one of my big tits, he rolled the nipple and roughly squeezed it while doing the same to one of my mothers smaller tits. I still. He made her touch herself. He would listen while she did, making her tell him, describe to him in detail everything she was doing. It was a taking of double magnitude. First, she had to surrender herself and perform the act. Next, she had to take on the embarassment of having to describe it. Her reward? That thrill and electricity that would shoot through her body as she realized she was not in control. She didn’t actively look for most of what he made her do. She didn’t particularly crave it.. Jill caught my attention from the first class, and not just because of her beauty, although she was very beautiful. She seemed detached from the class, as if she had built up a wall between herself and the other students. At first I didn’t think she was even listening because she failed to even pretend to laugh at my lame jokes like the other students, but every time I asked a question and called on her, she was ready with the correct response. She never supplied anything more than the bare.