Though that just left a few more questions."Randi?! How did you find me here?" Frankie!" She tossed her arms around him, giving him a kiss on the chee.... "I thought you were in Cheyenne?"Her brother looked sheepish. "No, that's just where I keep a P.O. Box. Don't tell Mom." So, what are you doing here?"Steve walked up to the doorway. "I'm renting my guest room to him. Very fairly, given the location." He gave Randi a leer. "And who are you, gorgeous?" Hands off, Steve. She's my sister." So,. True, she had rather liked his cute disheveled look when he'd picked her up; his sandy hair had an untamable cowlick, and he had obviously had no idea how to work the tie he had on. And she had, in spite of herself, been impressed by his command of the wine list (she was never attracted to any man who wasn't at least slightly a snob), and, oh, she supposed she would say, if you had pressed her about it, that he was funny. And attractive, in that way that men who can't tie their own ties can. It was evening time now and lectures had finished a few hours ago. We found an empty one which was reasonably small and entered. After a bit of an awkward pause, I sat down on a chair and invited her to approach me. She straddled my legs and began to kiss me. ‘Good job with the makeup’ she said in between kisses. ‘Thanks’ I replied, then continued kissing. She slipped her jacket off, then pulled off her top, revealing a blue bra which barely contained her massive breasts. They squished up. They were too small. They were size medium, my son’s size (mine are XL). I ignored it figuring they just got accidentally mixed in somehow…then I found a second pair. Now this had my attention. Why would two pairs of my son’s underwear be in my bedroom on my side of the bed? I tried to reason it out, but can only think of one logical reason. I stashed this info away in my brain and went about doing laundry, including washing his underwear and giving them to him.Fast-forward to.