Ab jada time na waste karte huye story pe ata hu is story ki Heroin h Shabana (name Changed) ekdum gori aur maal aisa ki kisika bhi dekhte hi khada ho...jae uska figure 38C-36-42 hai aur ek married lady h jiska pati gulf m kaam karta hai aur abhi recently uski shadi hui hai. Koi bhi Mumbai ki girl/bhabi/aunty satisfy hone chahti ho to mujhe email jarur kare privacy and satisfaction is my promise Mumbai BhabhiShabana ne meri pichli story padi aur mujhe mail kia apni photo aur phone number ke sath.. Our tongues went deeper in each others mouth. After sometime, I stopped thrusting her. It was her time to be on the top, and take control of the intimate act. She spread her shapely hips wide, and slowly dug her pussy on my glistening penis. As soon as the full length of my penis went inside of her, she let go of her breath with a soft moan and closed her eyes. She then started riding my cock. I could feel all the pleasure burning inside of me, trying to burst out. But i was not ready to give. That was enough for me.I would be the first one to admit that I didn’t hold with all this younger generation looseness about cheating and shacking up with anyone for a one-night stand. I knew my mom was certainly not a nun or a Saint after we lost my dad but I figured she had her right to choose what she wanted to do from those other married couples that resented the fact she was basically footloose and fancy-free other than raising me and my older sister Serena.My mom might have had her share. Although I had never asked, I had always assumed she was a tall girl, around 5'7 or so. In person, it quickly became apparent that she was barely taller than I was (5'3 or so), and I immediately felt closer to her.She was a tiny blonde bombshell, almost the complete opposite of me. She had long dirty-blonde hair which she tied up in messy buns, and she wore a sort of grunge/hipster style of clothing, mixing overalls with crop tops and festival shorts with Doc Martens. And though I tried my best.