I met a friend of a friend when we all had drinks at the bar. He was a handsome lad and seemed to take a shine to me. As we chatted, I asked how old he was. He said 35, Now, I'm 45, and that's a little young for me, but he was cute and made me laugh and I was willing to look the other way. About a half hour later, he…

I'm guessing by the fact that he actually found it useful that he was watching queer porn, not girl-girl. But I'm still posting this because it's amazing if you haven't seen it.

Damn. I'm bummed I didn't see this earlier! Not that my story is read-worthy. I mean, unless you'd be into reading about my huzz and I as snotty little punks getting really high in a four star hotel and having sex with scab-covered genitals.