Pete said, "Lana, Laura, everything off." It didn't take them long to comply. When they had, Pete said, "Downstairs, girls. I'll follow." Lana led the...way as the naked trio, still with marked bottoms from the start of their punishment before bed, walked in front of Pete down to the living room. When they arrived, they gathered in front of the now-moved couch and looked back at Pete. "All of you go behind the couch and bend over the back of it." They moved to comply, Lana taking the middle spot,. Nor was I immune when she bent over to plant a shrub, her gloriously round bottom framed so nicely in her tight, short jean shorts. If Clay was around, I had to try to avert my eyes quickly lest he see my obvious reaction to his lovely wife. Even if he wasn't nearby, I tried to be circumspect, because I didn't want to destroy our friendship.I thanked Tiffany profusely for her help. Without it I would have been lost time after time. Yet she always seemed to know just what to do when the. She said she doesn’t have that. I then suggested “Lingerie”. She didn’t have that either, not that I was expecting her to have it either, I was just taking the conversation further.I then messaged her, “Ok, just normal pics in undies will do… :P”TWINKLE: Shutup!ME: Hahahaa, kidding re! Anyway, what color underwear are you wearing now? :DTWINKLE: Oh my god! You’re mad kya! I’ll kill you.ME: tell na.TWINKLE: seriously?ME: YesTWINKLE: You’re an idiot! White and black.ME: White what and black. My teenage feminine hips moved differently - pushing sidewaysalmost as much as forward. I felt a slight bounce from my firm littletits. Hair swishing across my shoulders.And the clothes. The pleated skirt was lined with satin, and bushedrather sensuously against my smooth, bare legs - the hem swaying justabove my knees. No inseam - a slight breeze wafted up the skirt andmade me feel unnaturally exposed. My silk blouse caused my nipples totingle. The nylon panties made their presence known.