”An electric shock travelled from that hand, through my chest and down to my crotch. I twitched and she turned to me, “Are you OK?” I nodded and...we began walking back, still holding hands. I later learned that it was not intended to be romantic, just a way of connecting more common in her country.The next day was work for Mom and Dad. Krystal and I, not in school yet and being teenagers, plus her still shedding jet lag, slept until long after they were gone. I was in the shared bathroom in my. " I asked her why as obviously I wasn't all that interested in wearing women's underwear. She said that I had a choice, I could either wear her red thong, or she would redden my ass with the paddle until it was the same shade. It was an easy decision as I slipped the thong on.Once it was on, I looked up right as Trista was taking a picture with her camera phone. "Very nice," she proclaimed, "now finish getting dressed and let's go."I dressed and we went out to dinner to a nice restaurant. The. 30 they got dressed and had a cuppa on the balcony. 5 minutes later Zac and Suzanne joined them looking very pleased and glowing with each other.Fred mentioned he has to be at the station by 8am, Zac said he would now stay here until his handy people arrived at 8am. Suzanne texted Julie asking if they could pick her up from Helena’s unit whenever they are going to Mrs Jones and Helena had a day to herself.Around 10am Helena, putting some extra cash in her purse, went for a walk along Griffith. The brunette had neat dark hair down just below her ears and was in brief white shorts so tight they looked spray painted on and thin enough to show the outline of dark panties through the thin white cloth, with a pink blouse.They strolled toward us and perched on stools either side of us, the blonde next to Richard and the brunette next to me. The blonde let her shirt fall open to show big breasts only just covered by tiny triangles of red cloth of her bikini. The brunette’s blouse tightened.