Her husband is my uncle (not a close) most of the time when I am with her hubby we drink together have a fun. One day her and my husband and couple ot...er friend was sitting on her back yard drinking beer and vodka having good time. After one by one other friend left for home, I was living in same street walking distance so was not worry about living early like other friend.Drinking vodka her husband got drunk, I was little buzz to but was managing myself. But her husband couldn’t even walk to. I mean, I wasn’t always a girl.” I paused again, knowing how strange that must sound. “I was a guy, then I got sick, and I had to become a girl.” I realized that didn’t sound any better. “I know you must think I’m crazy.” Leslie laughed a little. “I thought you were going to tell me that you’re in love with me or something.” She paused and composed herself. “I already know. You were Jason before. I worked with you for a few days at that other store. We didn’t actually work together, but I did. I noticed many women chatting amongst themselves while staring directly at the model. They had smiles on their faces that ranged from sly smirks to broad grins and everything in between. A few girls seemed to be looking in my direction and laughed as they commented about me. As I said, I was without a functioning hearing aid so I could barely make out what they were saying, but the gist of it seemed to be how odd it was for an old gentleman ( I think one girl called me a 'geek' ) to be staring. There was a general agreement on panties. When I agreed with this someone said that presumably Jaya wore black panties. I didn’t know what to say to this. I didn’t want to say yes because this would’ve given the secrets about my wife’s underwear away, but I didn’t want to say no either as it would’ve made Jaya look a bit of a frump. Obviously my hesitation gave the game away and I was cross-examined on what kind/color she wore and whether she was wearing them that evening. It was probably the.