CMSN: Mamacita Sombra

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Sombra, the name seemed odd, felt kinda funny. She was thinking something went wrong with the computer, but she couldn't understand the interface. It was weird, for a moment she thought she was good with computers, but for the life of her she couldn't do much with the strange machine. She lifted a latex gloved finger to her full lip. She tried to focus, but suddenly remembered she still had cookies baking in the oven! She turned on her heel, hips swaying with each step. Her rear had gotten a bit bigger as she reached her late thirties, but her hubby never minded... in fact, it was probably a BIG reason why they had three kids. She giggled, fixing her hair a bit, pausing as she saw the purple highlights. She must've been going through a crisis when she got those. She'd have to dye it back to her natural brown... she was much too old for such childish fancies. She smiled, oh well, an excuse to see the hairdresser was always good for some gossip and to preemptively touch up some grays. She wanted to look her absolute best for her darling husband... maybe HE could fix the computer, though she wasn't too interested in sharing his attention.