Das habe GeMILF

There's this German MILF that I know by the name of KATJA. Now KATJA I know from my time in Japan. I met her husband in my Japanese 101 class originally and thought they were some pretty cool people to get to know. I would bump into them when I'd go out drinking and just bullshit with them. She knew me as this fat, overweight dork that smelled of fuck-repellant instead of the muscular dork that smells of fuck-repellant until I returned to Japan last year and saw her again. She fucking freaked out at how I got into shape and how if she wasn't married, she'd go out with me some time. I figured it was just idle chatter and let it go for what it was. Yesterday I'm walking around base, listening to my mom bitch and nag me how I need to get out more and get laid for a change (she wants grandchildren) when who do I see walk by me with her kid in her hands. KATJA. Never once did I ever think that I would bump into her all the way the fuck back in Germany that's for certain! I got her attention and when she finally remembered I was the muscular dork from last year she gave me a titty-crushing hug that gave me an instant boner on the spot. We're talking COCK-PUSH-UP BONER like the kind that Jack Black muses about. She's still looking hot despite popping a kid out and we talked for about half an hour or so. She was impressed of the German I knew, and introduced me to her friend, PETRA. Petra's a big girl (about a size 10) but I'd bang her like a screen door too if given the chance. She gave me her business card (how odd) just before we went our separate ways. I got Katja's phone number and sent her a text message today that we should go do lunch this week - no response yet. As for her and her man - they're separated and she told me she could care less. Translation: she wants to fuck and doesn't care right now who or what she hooks up with. She's looking to move on to the next chapter in life, only she needs to get the frustration out the only way most women know how to. I figure because I've known this chick for at least 4 years that gives me an edge, plus the fact her and her friend were constantly drooling over how better I look. I figure I'll give her another day or two before I physically CALL her and see what's up for the weekend. If not her, then her friend will make just a perfectly good substitute. Beggars can't be choosers. I kinda feel bad for RONALD her soon-to-be-ex-husband since he's pretty cool and an all around decent guy - I don't know the details as to what's going on, and would almost feel like a total bastard for banging his wife if given the opportunity. ALMOST. I've learned in life that if you don't take advantage of opportunities they rarely present themselves again. I'm tired of jerking off to monkey-porn and can use some feminine affection, even if it's just temporary. But then again anyone with luggage (i.e. KID) tends to make me think twice. On second thought, better not.