We got a family room, which was ample for us four. Therewas a lounge that overlooked the bay; a shared kitchen and huge diningroom. Danny the owner fo...und somewhere we could safely store the bikesfor the week we were there.After a month on the road camping we needed a bit of pampering, weshowered, really washed and conditioned our hair, then spent time beinggirley. We tidied up our eyebrows, gave each other a manicure andpedicure, face pack the works. Then we dressed in our most feminineclothes. .. Ivan..." she squirmed, avoiding to look at either. By now theclass was in an uproar, and I could hardly understand what people said.Everyone talked to each other.- "Whoa, how did that other guy just appear...?!"- "What happened?"- "I also _wish_ that one of the girls is sitting at my desk - heynice!"- "That's enough! Mr. Andersivsky, please leave my class, how did youeven get here? Silence, class! MISTER ANDERSIVSKY, OUT!"- "Whoa, did you just get your _wish_ fulfilled?"- "Duh, I _wish_ that. Ernest laughed about the size of Joe, saying he was not sure about letting her have another man, but was countered by Gerald saying “oh doesn’t the butcher count then” which brought them both to a burst of laughter, and the refreshing of the beers. From upstairs the main bedroom overlooking the lawn, they heard ‘Anal’ triumphantly howl as he was prone to do with the conquest of a bitch, they exchanged glances, grinned then went back to the diaries. Ernest commented on the urolagnic game,. And he did – he used to wear these stolen panties to work, and that gave him such a rush. He would present his projects in meetings wearing those silky undergarments from his wife’s friends. No one knew that him, a successful businessman, was wearing stolen panties and that deep down he was a pantyboy, a sissy who wanted to be dominated. Sometimes he thought he wanted to be caught, to be punished for his misdemeanors. Some of the friends of his wife were complaining that there was a panty thief.