Aaila ti khidkitun disat hoti to pathan watchman divsa banduk net nase. tine bhintila adkavleli banduk kadhali aani dokyala laavli. aai te baghun tila...oradli. barach vel tya doghicha ha prakar mi pahat hoto. pan salmala aai havi hoti. shevti aai salma bhalta kahi karel mhanun tayar zali. salmane dar ughadla. ti baher aali. ‘chal kaki mazya barobar, ithe abbu yeil’ti mhanali. aai:kuthe?. ti aaila company shejari eka kopryat bhintilagat jithe daat zadi hoti tithe gheun geli.Aai:’he bagh ugach. It was located in upstate New York and was a four year high school. Plus, a portion of it was set aside as a preparatory school for college. Juris was teaching in the preparatory portion of the academy.Grantham was set in the countryside on one hundred acres of land that had been donated by the wealthy Grantham family. They had long contributed to the school, which easily explained the name of the academy.Juris had a small bungalow as his housing. Part of his pay was that the academy provided. I arived at the airport and he met me and helped me with my bags to his car and we went to his house. The house was nice and big and he took me inside and offerd me a drink. We sat and talked for a dew hours and then he said (Ive seen the photos you sent me is it ok to have a look at your pussy?) He had seen the photos so I thought ok there cant be a problem with him having a look. So I lift up my skirt and moved my panties to 1 side to let him see. He asked if he could touch it wich i dident. I told them to leave a number for the ladies just in case but we didn’t want to limit ourselves to any plans just yet. The guys, Ann and Lana exchanged pleasantries as they got dressed and then the three of us were alone once again. “Okay ladies, one more night!” They laughed again as we fell asleep wrapped around each other.DAY 3And now here it is…our last night before Lana heads back home. It’s Sunday so we have to search out what’s going on a little and we come up with a little blues club.