Booker then replied by asking “How would you feel if me and the guys organized a gang bang for you on your birthday”?My eyes opened up in surprise... Booker then went on to say that for some time now, his friends have been occasionally making comments about how “tight” my body was, how seeing me covered in sweat at the gym or in the basketball court turned them on and whilst I was taking a shower, Booker was actually talking to them about throwing a gang bang for me for my birthday. Booker. I'll take the key and let myself in quietly. Good night, Mike." Good night. Tell the guys I'm sorry I can't come." It's no big deal. We understand." Tell them anyway." Fine, I'll do that if you want. See you in a bit." See you."Scott closed the door behind him and left me alone in the motel room.Although I fully expected to fall asleep at once, the images of theinexplicable occurrence at Kenny Taylor's house continued to play outand repeat in my head. Some alertness still remained, keeping me. Risking it I now unbuttoned the pvc coat opening it wide which gave passing traffic the chance of viewing my near naked state on the way down,this was acknowledged by a few horns sounding, giving me a real kick I can tell you. Pulling in and parking up could see a good crowd in the mood for sexy fun, windows down to signal availability sat patiently heart pounding, breath heavy thinking of the prospects when I jumped as two faces appeared at my window looking me over with interest, inviting. Hubby Marc introduced himself and learned he was a police officer transfered here from another province. Hubby told me he was divorced and asked to be tranfered to a new detachment. He was older than we were by 10 years but we soon became friends. We were all into the outdoors so when we decided to go camping one weekend Marc invited Rick to come along since he had a fishing boat and we had a camper. We arrived at the lake on a friday night and settled in. The next day we headed out on the lake.