MOND-063 Last weekend, I was invited by the couple next door to go on a hiking trip. As we climbed the steep mountain path surrounded by fresh air and nature, I couldn’t help but stare at the neighbor’s wife’s tight pants with visible panty lines, feeling

I was invited by Mr. and Mrs. Takashima, who live in the neighborhood, to accompany me on a weekend hiking trip. While feeling sorry for the husband who is going ahead, the woman who is energetically climbing the steep mountain road shakes the bread line that digs into her pants and floats. , I chase after it while staring at it with my heart pounding.