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Friend's Ex-Wife

Nancy is 36 year old divorced woman with no children, she has been divorced for three years from a friend of mine. She has not seriously dated since the divorce. She is 5' 11" tall with long blonde hair down past her shoulders and a hot sexy body for a woman in her mid thirties. She isn't fully dressed, just enough cover in case something got delivered to the house. She was slightly older than her husband and they had no children. Nancy is the kind of woman who tolerates a lot that is not in her personal best interest. She go's along to get along...especially when it came to men. While in the laundry room folding laundry, I drop by to see her. I'm not one of her favorite people to see, the back door is open, so I walk into the enclosed porch as if I have been invited. " Nancy?" I call. She is surprised to hear my voice. " Who is it?" She knows who it is. She can't believe I'm in her house. " It's John," I answer. ' What does he want?' She thought. " Where are you, Nancy?" I shout. " I'm in the laundry room," she said not bothering to hide her annoyance. She continues folding laundry, waiting for me to come to the room. " What are you doing here?" she ask as I came into the laundry area. " I came to see how your doing?" I answer sarcastically. " Why, Do you care how I'm doing?" She admonished. I ignore her foul attitude. Instead, I stood looking her over, remembering how I have wanted to fuck her. She is still a sexy woman at 36. When Nancy finished folding the laundry, she ...

... picks up her basket and passed me on her way out of the room. I can't help noticing the sway of her bare tits under her dress. As she passes close by me, I can also see the bubble butt I like so much. Before she can reach the door, I step forward wrapping my arm around her waist. " What are you doing, let me go," she demands. She is a serious woman and did not appreciate my flippant ways...one of the reasons she did not like me. As I hold her tight, I whisper in her ear, " You need to lighten up. You're too young to be so tight-assed." " And you need to leave," she shot back. She is angry. She freed herself from my grip saying, " You didn't come here to talk to me, you can leave now." Nancy turns to walk away from me, I grab her again. She drops her basket of laundry struggling to get away from me. I hold onto her tighter and drag her back into the room. I force her up against the wall and fasten her there with my body. " Let me go, John! Stop it and let me go," she snaps. As she spoke, she feels the familiar protruding lump pressing into her pelvis. It became evident to her that I'm not going to let her go. She slaps and kicks me the best she can, I had her completely against the wall. I had desired Nancy since meeting her six years ago. Until that moment I had not been alone with her, here I am, about to force myself on her. It is the middle of the day and no one is around. No chance I will be disturbed. I grab her wrists and twist her arms behind her back. I take both her ...