I was watching some young lovers through their inadequately closed curtains. Their room was across from mine and from all I could see; they were very ...uch in love. We had visited a time or two from our patios and when I would meet them "out and about". I remembered when my ex wife and I acted the way they were and wondered how our love could have withered and died. I wondered where we went wrong and hoped their marriage didn't follow the same path mine had.As these thoughts ran through my mind. .. and I saw it, right at eye level and about 3 feet from my face... her beautiful "landing-strip" shaved pussy, legs slightly spread and NO panties. I was sooo caught of guard, that when she said, "Yes?" all that came out of my mouth was, "I really just wanted to look up your skirt and see your panties..." Her response to me was, "You sick old man! You're as old as my Dad!" OUCH, shit, mother fucker, Jesus all mighty, and what-the-fuck?!!! That's what was going through my mind, plus, maybe I. Rarely, when it was just a few of us, we'd get into a tentative group grope.It always felt better to have somebody else touch me, even if it was another boy, and somehow, another boy's penis always felt strange and wonderful, even though it couldn't have been much different than my own.Of course, our El Dorado, our Holy Grail, was to 'make it' with a girl. None of us, though, was brave enough to try, so we sat in our tents in somebody's back yard and told each other stories of what we'd do when. In a year or so. It might...." "Fine...its up to you, I don't wanna waste my time. If that's what you want, the pictures go in the mail and on the internet tomorrow morning." I started to walk from the room. "WWWAaaiitt....." he whined. He sniffed back some snot and wiped his cute nose. "I'll do it..please don’t show my friends........" "Then our deal is once a week for six months you entertain us. It’s that simple. For one hour. One hour of your time, and nobody.