She pulled the string and again put it right on my boner. I was in heaven. I knew as much about sex as you could learn from hardcore porn. I had found...my parents stash and had been watching and masturbating since I was 8. In my head I thought this was just like the start of one of the porn scenes. “Can I see it?” she asked.“I guess so.” I said and started undoing my pants. I pulled it out of the pee hole in my underwear, and she just stared for a couple seconds. Then suddenly she reached over. The next morning was a Saturday and the knock on her door was more like a wake-up call with both of the Simmons bringing her a tray of juice and little croissants from the galley on their level. She wolfed them down sitting on top of the bed.Betsy knew the husband Ron was staring at her “smiley face” panties and she did not try to hide her camel-toe from his eager gaze all too evident to his green-with-envy wife Greta. His trousers were tenting in front and his wife was none too happy about it.. Pop got him a cup of coffee and he joined us at the table."About the cabin I have four men who have a week before they will be starting their new project and if you would like they would be willing to work on the cabin in exchange for its use one week during the coming hunting season. All four have experience with masonry and concrete." explained Mitch."Do they realize that once they are up there they will be staying the week without amenities?" asked Pop."Yes and I think two of them want to. So eyeball and work with it.”“Gotcha,” I said.So that’s a dynamic, ever-changing environment. I’m flying down the road, my nose pointed a few degrees south of due west, and that road stays the same distance away. That was Step One.Then he has me flying a rectangle. The roads out here in the country are arranged in a one-mile grid, so I can fly a mile west, a mile south, a mile east, then a mile north, and that pesky wind’s stayed in the same place, so with each change of direction, I have to.