There she was like a roman goddess. She was naked in front of me. The girl of my dream who actually belonged to some one else. Well, who cared at that...point? She asked me “Well, what do you think”.“Wow’ was my answer. She came close to me a pulled down my zipper. My dick was begging me to take it out. It did have the mind of its own though. When she pulled down my jeans my cock plunged out and to my surprise she put the thing in her mouth. She must have been watching those hard core movies. The. I am married to a conventional, good looking, Sexy Punjabi woman Maya. She is 30 years old with whitish complexion, she has volupotunes figure. She holds 40 boobs on her chest & her butts are most attractive part of body. When she moves in Saree or Jeans its treat to watch her from behind. In nut shell she has every thing (aage & Peeche) to attract men (sometime women too) towards her. Some time she complains to me why men always talk to her boobs than to her.I just laugh at this by saying you. Little wonder, considering the way I was dressed. My nipples were sticking through the thin silk, plainly on display to the gawking boys.I made sure to pace back and forth in front of the room while I lectured. Sitting behind my desk would only have hidden the show I was putting on. The outline of my stocking tops and garter belt was clearly showing through my thin outfit. While I continued the lecture I stood next to my desk to where I had stacked the books the class would be reading this. Has he told you of the indian ways? How women and men...”“You know, I wondered about the ‘sex with everybody’ thing. First off, it is hard to picture you as an indian. Not that I have any idea what you look like, but ... you just don’t sound like they do. Secondly, I was sure that he just wanted to get into my ... well, you know...”“I cannot blame him for that, it is pretty nice in there.”“Well, I have not ... I have not believed those things. I admit I used to be easy to talk out of my.