" Yes, and that means Reggie is right in front of us. She has been there all along." So what do we do?" This is obviously a trap for us. So we shoul... do nothing. Let them alone and go on to something else. Keeping on attacking will do nothing but open us up to exposure. We should just let Reggie alone and go on with our work. Sooner or later, Reggie will give up and come after us when we attack again. Then we can get her." It was the consensus that they needed to just move on. Reggie. I follow her around, checking out her ass all the time trying to work out if she's got a thong on or not, and imagining pulling up that skirt to find out. She says something and I have to snap back to reality. She's caught me looking. " I said, shall we go upstairs now? To measure."Luckily she's laughing, and she leads the way up, knowing the attention she's getting. I'm drinking in the view and wishing the skirt was looser. When she gets to the bathroom she has to lean across the bath to get. "Not a chance, buster!" she smiled, unconsciously clasping her schoolbag tighter, something that you took careful note of concluding that, maybe, she had the diary with her today then."Fancy bunking off French today, honey? Have a little fun instead?" you enquired slyly.The little nymphomaniac grinned and you knew that she'd take the bait, she simply couldn't help herself. "That would be nice - French is so boring. Bike sheds as usual?" Naw, it looks like rain. Second floor girls toilets'll be. I knocked and didn’t hear anyone in there. So I opened the door a little “Hello? Mrs. Gray? Are you in here?” I asked and again I didn’t get an answer. It was a nice size room, and I walked in. I don’t know what made me do it, but I got a sudden urge to look for her underwear. I started opening up drawers until I found her panty drawer. “Oh man, jackpot!” I whispered as I went through the drawer taking out some pairs. There were black ones, red ones, thongs, granny panties, and boy shorts. The.