Can't complain. "I met her on a plane. She was reading a book and I was jamming to tunes on my iPod. She turned to me. I turned to her. Boom. I knew we'd hook up upon landing. Sure enough, she gave me her number. I got to my hotel, settled in, called the number. An hour later she shows up. Great lay. After, we share stats. Fuck. She's 51—but hot. Just, weird. And, she has kids. Two. Oh, and she's married also. A first for me. I get over it. I move on. But I always wonder...."
"Whatever, I banged a Milf."—Harold D., NYC, NY.
