The little cunts would get wet panties looking at that all right. The cunts had crushes on him almost automatically, and the boys idolized him in that...boycrush way that kids do. Perfect for taking advantage of them. Not that Josh had to worry about that. Before he got his job as Head Counselor at Fuck Camp, he had had to pick up kids in secret and molest them in garages and parks. Now he had all the fresh little girl pussy and all the boy ass he wanted.??? ?The camp was officially called Camp. I was getting more and more desperate. There was no one around in the neighbourhood, despite it being a Saturday night. I entered the park, hurrying along the path by the lake, eager to find somewhere just a little more secluded. As I neared the centre though I saw a figure ambling towards me from the opposite direction, so I put both hands in my pockets and hoped they wouldn’t notice my hard-on.As I drew closer I saw it was a girl. She looked about 18 years old. Drunk, undoubtedly. She was. ..not horses, anyway", an expression of what I thought might be a smile with just a hint of a leer on his face.I smiled at him as well. I don't know why... just the feeling of two people who understand each other quite well, I suppose.We chatted a bit...our purchases packed and paid for, we sat down for a cup of coffee.At some point in life, the "kinks" are old enough to know who they are, and to know who their compatriots are....bullshitting diminishes...and a sort of ballsy honesty takes. Even after surfacing from the soft downy pillow, her hair seemed unruffled and all in place. She had a tight curly grey head, kept short and seemingly never styled. She often rode with a black hard riding hat and maybe kept her hair short for that reason.Raj and Marlene happily swopped stories and memories of the old Colonial outpost until I daringly but professionally interrupted, handing her a gown to cover her elderly naked body. She took it and laid it across her lap as she perched jauntily.