That night I masturbated twice thinking of her. From that day I decided i will fuck her at least once in my life.So I first of all asked my bpo friend...regarding her current boyfriend he said she just broke up with 1 guy from other bpo.This was the chance for me. So started talking to her daily on Facebook, or wherever i met her. Slowly-slowly I started to develop a trust in her mind regarding me. After someday we started to hangout with each other. We used to go on bike rides,movies,sit in Cafe. ”Rachael was silent. I added, “Just imagine how jealous your friends are going to be when you tell them you saw this piece of magnificence. Well, let’s go home.”“Go home? We drove an hour to see a bush and nothing else? I want to see the town and the Boothill Graveyard and the OK Corral.”“If that’s what you want.”We strolled though the old town and I gave Rachael a running commentary.“Everyone thinks the Boothill Graveyard was named for the occupants. They’d have you believe that the graveyard. He spat on his hand and rubbed her tight asshole. I was so fucking excited, he was going o fuck her in the ass, I just watched in silence.He moved forward and began working the big head of his cock into Anita’s anus, "Aaaaarrrrghh !!” she squealed out loud. She was sure now that it was a huge cock really; she cried in pain loudly, feeling every inch going deeper in her ass.His rhythm got more in tune with her body, I could see her quivering as this black guy fucked her roughly in her ass, He. I stood there for a moment - still rubbing my now semi-hard cock, feeling how soaked with cum I was, before heading back home.Once again, several days went by without any contact from Nancy. It was disappointing, but I understood. This whole encounter was a little bizarre but at the same time fascinating, so I continued to hold out hope that there would be more. The very next day was when I found another note taped to my door. Recognizing the handwriting, I tore open the envelope and read:Hi.