””You could have been a lady, and turned around yourself you know.” i snapped back. “Heck, you could have left the room. Why did you stay for ...o long once you saw that I was naked? What were you doing up there?”“You said it yourself, I was grabbing laundry.” She quickly grabbed her plate, and the others and headed into the kitchen to wash up.”So you weren’t trying to show me your ass by bending over, waiting for me to get back to my room and catch you like that?” i said accusingly as i walked. Straight men are often intimidated when other men with large genitals: as an especially well-endowed bloke, that's a rule of thumb I've found it useful to work to."I think it's the way they're cut," I said coyly. "They have a very supportive pouch to emphasize the... er... shape of what's inside."He chuckled. "Oh, right... yeah, I've seen those kinds of briefs in shops. They have a sort of strap inside them, don't they?" Some of them do."Mine didn't. I didn't need any help to be able to make. ”“I’ll do that now. Come by the house after 8:00pm if you want that drink.”“I have to get up for work tomorrow!” she protested. “And my boss is a slave driver!”“Oh, please!” I laughed. “There are no whips and chains here!”“Too bad!” she smirked with a twinkle in her eye.“Go back to work, young lady!” I chuckled.“See? Slave driver!”She turned and went to her desk and I went back to reception to talk to Lucas.“Sorry about that,” I said.“I was scared shitless!” he said. “What the heck was that. Jennifer relented and Ellen helped Carli pick out 4 sets of underwear, including a couple of thongs and two pair of "boy shorts" that Carli seemed to really like. All the sets had matching bras that Ellen thought would be cute on her.Tuesday came and Carli was at the house when I got home. I wondered if she was wearing her new underwear. If she was, she wasn't letting on. It was a typical Tuesday night, dinner, TV and then Carli headed downstairs. "Good night Aunt Ellen. Good night, Uncle.