That had taken its toll to my sex life and difficulties getting it up, or keeping it up, so that I had almost given it up altogether. I have had a gre...t sex life previously, before all the stress and I wasn’t shy back then, trying out some kinks and other things previously with my wife. Probably I did not have sex for at least a year or longer, before this trip, so I was pleasantly taken back that it had woken up and still in working order, maybe time to renew interest in my old hobby of. . right? Crabs in a bucket.There are certain life-lessons that simply aren’t taught and should be. For David, he needed to learn personal responsibility. I think this is what hurts most people. They simply don’t understand that they’re responsible for their own happiness. It’s no one else’s job to make you happy. With that comes the responsibility part: you’re responsible for your actions.This was the biggest hurdle we had to get over. David blamed anyone and everyone for what happened to him.. This story is not a fiction and is a true story which took place last year on 26 July as we organize parties for lesbians this party was organized by us at a secluded bungalow at Lonavala with a swimming pool as we had kept a heavy entrance fee for the party Rs 4000 we had the Classy crowd attending the party with 2 days of complete food and stay.We had 11 Lesbians attending the orgy as they were not known to each other we had a pick up arranged from a common point from Bandra all the females. So I had to make do with what I have. If Hampton University, a mostly Black school can choose some ditzy and paranoid White chick as its beauty queen, then I can be a Cheerleader at lily-White Easton University. Word up. That was my reasoning. Kenny called me a ‘true soul sister’ and wished me luck. Madeline thought I was doomed for failure. That really hurt coming from another sister. George told me that if the school tried to fuss over it, he would get me a good lawyer. Smiling, I went my.