Meeting At The Airport

Samantha Houston stepped off the plane at the private airport after a week in the Dominican Republic. “It’s Popa’s girl,” she heard in the waiting room.

“Popa,” she returned the exclaim.

` “How was Castanuela?” He asked.

“Mucha buena Popa,” They started to walk through the small airport, “When he went to light up the devil, I told him like you taught me to with a purr, ‘I’m a barn kat’.”

And then she proceeded to explain how his daughter lured greedy gringo to a secret place with more hay.

Is that mature American still claiming all these affairs unlimited using his show position in high society.

“No Popa, I gave him the special ending feature and he paid me a real nice price.”

“Bueno,” Senor Houston replied, “Sammy, do we need to pick up any luggage.”

“No, Popa, I am single so I have no baggage to bring home.”

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