Three replied, an old man and two black guys. I decided to meet with the least creepy one, the old man, named “BigBoner”.He was a six-feet-three-i...ch bear-type with a seven-inch cock and a hair-white chest. From his pictures, he seemed sane. He was surprised I messaged him, he said it was late and he didn’t expect me to reply since it was already a few days since I posted my advertisement.Me:Do you want to meet or not? - 3:33 AMHim:3:33 AM - Yes baby, of course. Where?Me:The Wal-Mart’s parking. My husband went into the office and signed us in as I stayed in the car to wait. He came back out and we pulled the car over to a room near the far end of the row of room, no other cars were around, and my husband went and opened the room so that I could walk my naked messy body into the room. Inside the room I went over to the full length mirror that was on the back of the bathroom door and had a good look at myself. I was a fucking mess, I don’t know how many guys total fucked me, I. Betty is many things to many people: a warm, vibrant, fun loving girl who lives for the present but thinks of her future; a tomboy with spunk and a lady with polish; an irrepressible free spirit and a responsible young woman, a dreamer and a realist with a heart that's bigger than all outdoors.Despite playing second fiddle to her best friend, Veronica, Betty never gives up hope that one day, Archie will come to his senses and see that she is the only girl for him.Betty, to this day remains a. Shit! I had a headache – thanks to the booze and lack of sleep – and I wasn’t in the mood to drive around town from one love nest to the other. I decided to simply catch a sorely needed nap. I don’t know why I didn’t do it before but, for the first time, I decided to pack a gun. My little .38 would help me feel better. Suppertime came and went with still no sign of Martha. I knew that when I meet her tomorrow, she would be well fucked. I hope she will not come to meet me and offer me.