.Mom 1 school ki senior lecturer h..Humlog nagpur me rehte hai..We are bengaliWell is story ki heroine to meri mom h to unke bare me bta du..Unka name...soma hai..She’s 43yrs, well maintained body, daily yoga and walking krti h, unki stats 34d-30-36 h..Dekhne me unka face cut simple h bt kisi b mard ka lund khada kr de aisi h wo…Wo mostly low cut backless blouse k sath saree wo b navel k halke niche se ya deep cut salwar suit pehnti h jinse unka cleavage almost ache se hi dikhta h..Hmare society. The clientele was nothing extravagant, consisting largely of the town’s garden variety, redneck alcoholics, businessmen and women stalling for Happy Hour on their jaunt home, and desperate college students turned away at the upscale clubs of the large city. All gathered together in this disheveled edifice with nothing in common, save for the drink. It was a sad commentary on society that booze could bring the generations together, that a tall glass of Bud could unite the normally disagreeable. After we had finished dancing to several songs, I excused myself, saying I needed to use the restroom. Instead, however, I went to find my wife.I found her in the parking lot. She and her dance partner were locked in an embrace and he had his hands up her shirt fondling her breasts.I decided to put a stop to this nonsense and went to break it up.The guy looked shocked when I grabbed her by the shoulders and started to pull her away.He started to take a step towards me, but my wife stepped. She can feel his hard cock on her leg as he forces himself between her knees. All at once, he lifts her body and impales her wet pussy on his hard cock. As she bounces up and down on his cock, someone grabs her hips from behind. She gasps, as she knows what they are trying to do. They want to double penetrate her; that is something she has always been nervous about doing. She feels coldness running down the crack of her ass and realizes that it is being lubed up, which she is very thankful for.