Nothing new has [happened with Lauren](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/abb53f/mf_last_christmas_i_fucked_my_stepsis_part/) this past week, so I figured I’d tell you all about the time I fucked my former apartment manager. Yes, I realize the “GILF” in the title might have made some of you think, “I don’t know about that, bruh,” but you’re obviously here now, so it looks like you’re invested. You made the right decision because the grandma in this story is not 80-years-old and carrying around three pounds of hard candies inside her purse.
The grandma in this story is 47-years-old. She was barely a grandma, okay? Her son and his wife just had a baby the year before this ~event~ took place. Paula was the apartment manager of the first building I ever lived in by myself. I was 20-years-old and didn’t know much of anything. I was barely making rent every month and Paula was always understanding when I was a few days late. We had a system and she trusted that I’d drop off the check before she had to get anyone else involved.