Her speech was slurred and she kept giggling. Uncle Ben was in a similar condition. He was sprawled out on his armchair swigging from a half empty whi...ky bottle. He then passed it to Fran who took another long swig. I couldn’t see what she saw in this man. Whilst he was not a blood relative he was much older being in his mid fifties and in my view a dirty un-kept slob. Yet here she was displaying herself to him. Uncle Ben insisted that I sat down with them and had a drink, which became three or. She came out to the front room wearing one of her sluttiest short skirts and heels. The skirt just barely reached her thighs, covering just about all of her wonderful butt and not much more. Her shapely legs were accented by her heels, which were a good 4" high. She was not wearing any nylons, as she had a great tan from the summer. She asked me what I thought of her outfit. I said the usual it looks okay, covering my growing erection with a blanket. As if she didn't already have my full. I got several messages back from guys, but we all know most are flakes or guys that just can't get the courage to meet. One guy in particular sent me a response with a photo of him in panties and hose, a full body/face shot. The pic was of him in a pair of nude pantyhose with a hole for his 6" cock that was hard as a rock, sticking straight out. His beautiful balls were hanging low and he had his black panties pulled down to his knees, wearing heels. I started chatting to him via email and I. Well, not a complete fool at least. Wear the negligee for him. Tonight. You'll be a bride by morning." I can't believe you found him for me." She burst suddenly. Then, she began sobbing.I seemed to have been surrounded by nothing but crying women over the last few weeks. Anzu was hormonal and had come in twice to weep about some crisis. Miko-chan had come up on the commuter train to weep for my blessing on her impending marriage – I hadn't even known she was seeing someone, but apparently Gorou.