Soon i was posting pics of myself. I was young, in great shape and liked to read the responses from guys, telling me my cock was hot, or that i was se...y.I was working 2 hours north of where i lived, so i figured i could hook up after work with someone and there'd be zero chance i'd ever see them again. The job was laid back, so i had plenty of time to browse the ads during the day. I'd get so horny checking out the local guys, checking the map to see if they were nearby. I was walking around. Are you really sure you want to gothrough with this?? ?I am absolutely sure?. I felt it was time to take the lead. ?Can you beat my house tonight at 7.00pm?? ?Tonight. Oh my gosh.Oh my gosh.? She sounded like a young child on the endof the phone. ?Yes I can. I think Frank is out at a meeting anyway.? I felt a brief twang of guilt. Betty was a married woman, and I hadconveniently overlooked that little point when making my decision. But in aninstant I rationalised that we were not exactly having. She had medium sized tits. Her reddish blonde hair was messed up. She was wearing jeans and a jersey with a big number 40 on it. She turned her head my way and opened her eyes."I'm fucked up," she said."No shit. How much have you had to drink?" Just three beers," she answered. Three? She acted the way I did after six or so. I was glad, though. It meant she would probably get straight sooner than later. I pulled in at a gas station to get her a cup of coffee. "Stay in the car," I told her. There. Dave nodded in agreement. "Sit," I said, motioning to the only chair in the room. "You will NOT touch me."Dave wasted no time in sitting on the creaky wooden chair beside the desk. I tried to forget that in twenty-five minutes I was about to be married to another man, and that what I was about to do was very wrong.I walked up to him and stood there. I gave a heavy sigh as if to say that he was such a bother. I looked him in the eye. "This is the last time," I said. Dave grinned. "I can't.