I replied, “Thanks a lot, bro, happy that my story could make you shag loads.”There was no response from the other end after reading my reply. Two...days later, that person replied, “I am a lady, not a bro.”I usually get messages from guys using girls’ names asking me pictures of ladies of my previous encounters. Some guys even want to see my dick. I am a very private person and never share pictures of wild ladies. Privacy is an utmost priority, and I never break the trust.I just replied, “Hmm,. He took a large jar of greasy lotion from a shelf and lathered up her cute vagina, which was almost human considering this was the only one I’d been close to, joking about how tight it was; what a good fuck she was going to be ... I thought to myself ... whaaat, why is he saying that? In the next stall was a young ram, big curly horns and this apparently was going to be his first mounting and her first time as well. Frank was excited that I would get to see the action ... and I was ... I. My stepmother's friend has a son and I accepted a date with him. Of course, it was another disappointing date. The guy was not good looking or even cute in any way. All night, he was trying to kiss me and sleep with me, but I wasn't having any of it. I pretended that I was sick and he drove me home."Dakota is that you?" Yes! My date was an absolute disaster." What happened sweetie? Come sit down and tell me everything." Your friend's son was not interesting and was a bit of a nerd. I didn't. Again.Lara and I were talking more, as well. I told her about my time with Carmen, and she told me more about her fling with Ronnie. It turned out she didn’t really like him after all. It also turned out that she didn’t have sex with him, a fact that surprised me. He was really pushing her to do it, but she’d been able to resist. I cringed when I thought of how I’d pushed Carmen for sex and actually gotten it. Did that make me more of an asshole than Lara’s ex-boyfriend, whom I pretty much.