She asked me what name I would like to be called... I said I always like Rita. She wanted to call me Darling. So we comprise I became Rita Darling Bos...ser. Since she was the boss and her last name Bosser, I choose Bosser as a last name. The party was a success, and I dressed whenever I was over at her place—about two or three time a week. We went to Buffalo alot and there are great clubs to party—and Rita loved the attention she got. Sex was great on nights we went to Buffalo. The clubs in. She was about 38 or 40 and looked like 40 miles of hard road. But she had a warm, wet place for guys to dump a load so she was not lonesome. To her, Sally and Bridget were just a nuisance and she was glad to see them go, anytime. The addition of the car was a blessing to her. She didn't even question where it came from, she was just glad they had the ability to get the hell out and leave her and her current boyfriend alone.They hadn't bothered to put their tops back on and they both bounced up. Her head was on the pillow as she bit into it, her hands tied to the bed board. Her waist curved out and up to her peach ass and he groaned at the view. A man he'd never seen before dressed only in a crazy zipper face mask had his hand wrist deep in her anus. The slopping, farting noise was air and oil escaping from Stacey as he made rapid thrusts in and out of her. The hole was so wide he almost thought she would split in two, the noises from Stacey appearing to agree with his. Not even an official term as far as I know. Not that much in this town is official. Even our sole post box had been moved from its official location to one that suited us better. Geez, that was a funny day when Les our postie had booted his rattling old van up the road and pulled up where the post box had been. He jumped out of the van, grabbed a spare bag, and practically fell over the spot where the box had been. What a sight, and what laughter! Assembled as we were at the right time and.