She is from europe actually but living here.Then we start chatting and conversing on us as she wants to get know about me as I am stranger to her. We ...hat about some days and then she pass me her mobile number. We start chatting on whatsapp and then some times on call.She is 34 years old from a village in cambridge living with her son.She is divorced and hungry for sex.We exchange some snaps so we get know by face and she looks very young by her age and very smooth with awesome figure and. Maybe fifteen minutes away. There would be a bathroom there, at that McDonald's. I could hide there, I decided. I hurried my pace.A car heading toward me slowed then stopped. The passenger window rolled down. I would have ignored it and kept walking except the car was clean and new looking, unlike most of the cars on this street. Also, the man who called out to me was white. I hate to say it, but seeing another white face out there was a relief. The middle aged man said, "You need a ride?"I. Laura grabbed his wrists with both hands. He jerked them free, popping the two last buttons off her blouse at the same time. She tried to wriggle away. Gerald took the fabric of her blouse in both hands and ripped it off her body."Oh!" Laura cried softly, raising one hand to her mouth. The sound of the tearing cloth shocked her. And now she was naked on top except for her bra."I can see why she likes you, lesbian," Gerald said in a low, threatening voice. "You're beautiful."He reached behind. I bite the bullet and enter into a small welcoming café, pull out a stool and sit. I quickly pull out my phone and open the translator app and speak into it looking to play it back to the waitress. Looking around I see a black shoulder length haired figured female with her back to me, her mannerisms reminding me of someone that’s held ever so dear and recently broke my heart. A stark reminder of why I am here, hopefully to mend broken bridges. Seeing her back, her mannerisms and luscious.