You are very handsome,” she replied and told me that she was already looking my pics on my Facebook profile.“Do you have a camera so we can chat o... messenger”, I asked.“Sorry but my laptop computer which has a camera is broken. Do you have any idea how to fix a computer, she said.Wowww this was a sign that she wants me in her house I thought. Why a MILF would want to have me visit her house, I thought. But I wasn’t quite sure. This is a new country and perhaps that’s normal here?“Of course. If. I was out working my summer job at a local cafe when this beautiful woman with long black hair, with her captivating eyes, full lips, and big ample firm breasts walked in. I could not take my eyes of her that I unintentionally ignored the customers lined up in front of me, until I got snapped out of it by this woman standing in the same line. I kept going with my business with a little bit of nervousness as I was thinking about my best pseudo-pick up lines to tell this woman and waiting for her. I opened my eyes, and in the morning light I gazed at Jo for a few seconds and thought that she was every bit as beautiful and sexy as day I first met her. I slipped out of bed and as quietly as I could walked into the bathroom. I held onto my dick to get a good aim and started my business. She woke up to the sound of the running water and came into the bathroom. "Good morning babe," she said as she looked into the mirror and adjusted her hair. "Last night was incredible," she said.I looked. Then her hand would remain little longer on my leg. “How old are you, if you don’t mind my asking?”“Just turned thirty a few weeks ago.”“Wow, so young. I’m nineteen years older than you and Jean-Louis is fifty years-old.”“You both look great. I’d never have guessed.”“You speak French very well, Peter, but I can’t guess where you’re from. Sometimes you sound English-speaking and at others a bit Spanish,” said Jean-Louis.“Very astute,” I said. “I was in fact born and mainly raised in.