Perpetual disappointment to date. I was having doubts. I thought my moves were looking cheesy, hackneyed, very unoriginal and lacking genuine authenti...ity. I wanted the WOW factor, the je ne sais quoi cheer moment, when all eyes were on me. But it was proving as elusive as a quality orgasm with a young guy. Oh, don’t worry, I was looking after my own climaxes very nicely, but I really needed a dude to get me off, push me to my limits like a perfect split lift. You know the cheer move, the one. Continuing with their banter, sharing details on what they’ve all been doing lately, a young waiter stepped up to their table, fidgeting to himself before offering the check for their stay.“H-here’s your bill Miss She-Hulks.” He stuttered. “I h-hope your s-stay was a pleasant one.” Leering at the three women, especially at the angle where he was, ogling strainght down into Betty and Jen’s cleavage, the man gulped before realising he was there at the table for too long and scurried off.“Hmm, its. Another one was pressing my chest. I soon felt someone close to my face and he was kissing me. I could smell cigarette odor from his mouth. His tongue was inside me, i could feel his beard on my face. I didnt stop any of this. While i was busy kissing, someone took my shorts off. My bare ass was being squeezed. When they saw i was not opposing. They pulled my shorts up and one guy grabbed my hand and took me in the opposite direction from the camp site. The other three followed behind, grabbing. After that weekendeverybody seemed nicer to me and because I had a professional way ofacting at work everybody was happy and my sexual problem never causedproblems at work for me.5 years after the swap.The last few years I made some career for myself at work and I was ableto keep my position as 'one of the guys'. Wendy had been out with thegirls and came back late at night. I was at home watching some TV, whenthe door bell rang. I opened the door and in front of me stood Wendy andshe had.