Pan tyamadhe 1 samsya hoti jar mi bedroomChya darvajala hole padle tar te lagecha disun yeil mahnun mi vicharat padlo nqatar mazya laksyat aale ki zar... mi hole darvajyachya kadi pasun thode var padle tar tikde sahsa lakshya janar nahi mahnun mi bedroom chyaDarvajala gharamadhe konihi nastana 1 chotese hole padle.aani sandyakal honyachi pratiksha karu laglo nantar jevan urklya natar mami va mama zopnyasathi bedroom madhe gele mi dekhil study room madhe abyasacheNatk karnya sathi nighun geko aani. I remembered this trail from when I was a boy and it hadn't changed for the better. There were really pretty vistas along the trail and Martha relaxed and enjoyed the walk.When she saw the picnic table she really liked it and the view from it. It gave us a view of the snow capped mountains about fifty miles away and the farmlands between us and those mountains. We sat for a few minutes and looked. She took my hand and smiled at me. I waited before I spoke."Martha, do you trust me?" Of course I. She didn't bother to hang it atop the discarded blouse and brassiere. She let it lie on the floor. Now, she wore only her panties and stockings. She swallowed again, realizing how little clothing remained before she'd been completely naked, her entire body exposed to the guard's ogling gaze. She unfastened her garter belts and slid the stockings down, over her bare legs, standing first on one foot and then the other as she pulled the hosiery from her feet. All she wore were her thong panties,. "What number are you in line, if you please?" "Number two, Mr. Fletcher," she responded softly. "Very good, Miss, an A for you as well," I responded, making a note on the back of the quizzes I held. I winked at her. "Best get those panties off, then, let's not waste a second, eh?" Her eyebrows lifted and I watched as she slipped her hands under her uniform skirt and wiggled out of her scanties. Mindful of her belongings she handed them to me, and I thanked her. "No, thank you, Mr. Fletcher,".