Jeanne and I followed at a more sedate pace, and were naturally a few minutes late by the time we got to school.Mr. Smithson refused to let me into ho...eroom without a note from the office, and when I got there I found Jeanne ahead of me, nearly in tears. We were the only people there other than Rachel Carter, who was so busy typing that she hadn't noticed Jeanne arrive. I hadn't had occasion to come by the office since we'd danced together, and I was very happy to see her wearing her hair loose. My cock was not willing to accept the turn of the events and was still hard as iron bar. But I hid it well and sat at my desk. And then shut the jammer which was blocking the signal. This ensured that the signal reached all the devices she was hiding in the bag.She peeped out of the door and said, “Sir, can you please help me with the bag. My dress is in it.”So I picked up the bag and kept it at the door, slightly away from the opening, and said, “I have left it at the door, Ms. Mona. Please. Our 5 friends left for the office and I and my sister returning back to home. She was looking sad and unhappy with not having picnic now. I tried to convince her and told her that we can go to the picnic other time. But even she was unhappy and in bad mood.I stopped my scooter and asked her for coffee at roadside and again tried to convince but it was meaningless.Niket, can we two go to picnic?What. . . . . . . alone!Yes, niket please.We will not enjoy the picnic and might be bored.Holding my. His hands stop at your breasts, the dress bunched above his fingers. He squeezes your breasts through the cloth, and you feel the strength in him.The man in front is taller, a little thin, perhaps, and slightly older. He looks as though he thinks for a living, rather than working with his hands. His dark suit is stylish and tidy. His eyes are possessive as he stares down at your almost bare thighs, your thin purple panties on show. Then he kneels without a word, his clean-shaven face serious.