My soon to be ex-wife is Constance (Connie) Detwiller-Johnson. She was 30 and insisted on that hyphenated name because; as she puts it, she is a profe...sional rather than an hourly worker. She is a bank trust account clerk, not an officer, a clerk. I make three times as much income as what she does, but because I do actual manual labor, and wear a uniform, I am labor, and she is professional.I met Connie in an ordinary, normal way. I was in a pizza parlor having a beer and a pizza. She was. I stared at Daali didi; she was wearing black tight salwar kamez in which her ass was bursting out of that salwar. That time she looked like absolutely like a sex goddess who came for me to satisfy. That black color salwar matched well for her fair pinkish skin tone. I silently went inside kitchen and grabbed her from behind.Daali didi tried to escape from me so she pushed her ass towards my abdomen loosen my grip, she shouted “U bastard what do you want?Me ” baby I just need you and your big. I was doing my best to be nonchalant and keep an eye on the road but god damn if she didn't have the nicest legs.I couldn't believe it. I had to keep looking over at her to be certain. Here was this very good looking woman with very sexy legs, sitting in just her panties and a T-shirt within touching distance. Not that I would, no matter how much I wanted to. The T-shirt she was wearing was long enough to cover the front of her panties as she sat there but the glimpse I caught while she pulled. Oh my god..." Peter panted desperately. This wasn't happening.This couldn't be happening....a sudden tingle ran through Peter's brain, and judging by the wayPink stopped giggling, she felt it too."Spider-Sense tingling," Peter thought automatically. His head turned inthe direction he was being warned of, hearing a voice calling for help."Oooooh!" Pink giggled to herself, placing one hand flat above her eyes."Fun is over there! Pink go have fun!" Wait, Pink!" Peter yelled in his head, but Pink.