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 6’3” bear-t...pe with a 7” 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? - 3:33AMHim:3:33AM - Yes baby, of course. Where?Me:The Wal-Mart’s parking lot near Chester Street.. Turned into a very gorgeous young lady if you ask me.”“Well I didn’t ask you. So if you don’t mind I can brush my own hair.” I said reaching for the brush.He yanked my head back by my hair holding my face up so I had to look at him. “Oh no. I’ve waited six whole years for you and I’m going to have you. So you can either enjoy it or not. I don’t care.”I whimpered as the pain shot through the roots of my hair. My eyes began to fill with tears as he slid his free hand down into my tank top. His. I could feel her sneak in closer to me, her right boob pressing on my side. I could feel the softness, and my palm was now behind her neck still continuing to rub on the skin. Her skin was so soft and I could already feel dick getting harder and I was so lost with her that I could not even think what I was doing. I began sliding my hand into her top and was rubbing her shoulder and meanwhile she hugged me and was pressing herself more into me. I could sense her breathing getting harder, and her. David Greene, but we need to have him sign for it. Please send him out here,” the man with an obviously Russian accent says into our gate speaker.“I’m sorry. Mr. Greene is not available right now. Please feel free to leave the package at the gate and someone will come out to get it,” I say into the speaker.“When will Mr. Greene be available as this is the second time, we have attempted to deliver this package,” the Russian sounding man said.Like I said a few minutes ago, Mr. Greene is very.