We were ill-matched, hormone-addled, and hell-bent on messing up our lives. Or so it seems, retrospect being what it is.I'll not unearth details of so...ething best left buried. Suffice to say, two years and no kids after the wedding, we were divorced.If there's one good thing that came out of my marriage, it was maturity. I recognized I took unrealistic expectations into my marriage, and I was too young and stupid. What did Shaw say? "Youth is wasted on the young." Amen to that.Well, after my. This is my first story in Indian Sex Stories. I am from Chennai currently working as a software engineer.Please feel free to comment and mail me at for any kind of relationship. I do massage services too on the weekend. Your Privacy is safe with me.Coming to my sex story, She was working in my college as a professor. She was 29 and married. Her stats were 32-28-34 which I came to know later. I was enjoying my college life in the first so I got an arrear where I was assigned a practice lab in. I would occasionally hear a noise from the first floor but he appeared to be comfortableallowing me to peruse the collection of books alone. While moving about the room gazing at the shelves I again found myself standing in front of the darkened room that adjoined the rear wall. I guessmy curiosity just got the best of me and after listened to be sure no one climbing the stairs I felt around on the wall just inside the pitch black room.I found a light switch and flipped it on. To say I was. I placed the brown paper bag on her head. Mrs. Tanner giggled. She walked over and guided Mrs. Hills to my bed. What are you doing? I thought it was just Buck and I. I…I…I never done this with a woman. Not even in college. Your breast are on mine. Your nipples are rubbing against mine….Please!! Stop sucking my nipples!!!! screamed Mrs. Hills. I got off the bed to adjust the cameras. I clicked on my web site to see the the cash rolling in. Vicky had Amber on her back. She was licking her pussy..