He had to distract himself. This was so wrong.He thought about his sex life, and his love life. He thought about his classes for tomorrow. He thought ...bout the girl students. Yes, he was very guilty of masturbating to thoughts of a few of them. There was Alyssa, the honey-blond who wore tiny skirts and spread her legs, pretending to drop pencils so he could see her ass. There was Danielle, the skinny brunette who never failed to give him a little smile and swing of her hips, wantonly licking. She was looking super hot. We greeted each other and then she asked me to come to her place for a cup of tea.As I was in no hurry I accepted the invitation and we started towards her flat. She was walking in front of me while climbing the steps and I was admiring her sexy ass. I was so jealous of Raj who could do anything and everything with this beauty anytime. We reached her place and while opening the lock she dropped the keys and when she bent down to pick them I got a nice view of her. It was only a few hours ago that I had met her at the bar, her long blond hair shining even in the dim light of the smoky room. The thin, light blue dress she wore clung to her form, the loose skirt wrapping itself around her legs with every step she took. Her feet were displayed in silver heels, the hem of her dress stopping slightly above her ankles. The scooped neck presented her cleavage to the wandering eye, but hid more than it showed. Somehow, I had the feeling that she wore nothing but. So Shilpa’s husband had his affairs and Shilpa also had a few flings but she was still not completely satisfied. After discovering and reading sex stories on ISS, she came across my stories and that was when she e-mailed me. But just like any other first time or newcomer, she was afraid and had trust issues (which is completely natural).I gave her, her time so that I could build her trust. After two weeks of video calls, the Gujarati wife on her own gave me the clear green signal and said that.