These panties I'm wearing, for instance, feel so weird, not bad, but weird. They're constantly reminding me of what kind of equipment I've got down t...ere. Which is keeping me in a constant state of arousal." "What kind of panties? Lemme see," Ellen asked innocently. Lisa shrugged, stood up and removed her top and skirt. She stood there in her rose-colored bra and panties. Ellen made her do a little pirouette, like a lingerie model. She got up, and moved to Lisa. Her arms went around. I don’t know if it was a coat but it looked more like a shirt. It went down just over her hips and then I saw the flesh colour of her legs. They looked long. I walked to the door and opened it. There she stood. She was absolutely stunning. My eyesight isn’t that good now that I’m getting on a bit. So the image I saw of her in the car was a bit blurred. But here she was in full detail. The first thing I noticed was her lovely perfume. To cap this, she didn’t look like she was wearing much under. On the wall to the side was a bookshelf. Standing in front of the desk was a man. He looked like he was in his late 40s. He had brown hair with some grey in it and a mustache. He was in a tan suit. Before Julie had a chance to think, he shouted, "Miss Julie! Take your seat! You're late!" Her face felt flushed and she got up from the stool and ran over. As she approached, she saw the blackboard had "Mr. Stevens" written in the upper corner. She raced over to the student desk in front of him and. ’ Imaging her surprise when he’d neatly set her on her feet and merely walked away, using a crooked finger to indicate she should follow him, and hells yes she’d followed that camouflage-covered ass. She was a lot of things, but stupid wasn’t one of them, usually. She was beginning to think this little trip to Bolivia was going on the list of dumb things she’d done. She was planning to kill her superiors when she got back to the states. This little jaunt into South America wasn’t something she.