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GILF Adventures: The Start
It was supposed to be a weekend vacation with friends and family. It turned out to be a lot more!
“No mom! Stay away from me!” Cherie shrieked as her mom Leslie tried to talk to her.
“Maybe you should give her some time,” Cherie’s husband said as they sat in the chairs.
Leslie had tried apologizing to her daughter, but Cherie took things to the extreme as usual.
It could have happened to anyone. We were going through airport security when a buzzing sound came from Leslie’s carry-on, there was a mortal shock on Leslie’s face as she tried to quiet it, but the security personnel took the suitcase from her.
Some people laughed others shook their heads when they found that the culprit was a huge brown dildo. The security personnel said it always happened when people forgot to take the batteries out, and the bag moved around. They took the batteries out and handed the suitcase back to Leslie.
Of course, Cherie threw one of her fits. Which worsened the situation, and now she didn’t want to talk to anyone but Hank.
Hank was a weird name for a half-Hispanic, half-white man, but that’s what his parents went with, so that was his name. He was a co-worker of mine and a good friend.
