One of my clients Mrs Flanders was a well-off widow who lives a couple of miles away. I've been working for her twice a week now. She picks me up and ...rops me off, always slips a couple of extra quid in my wages, bless her. She's a young 65 year old, tall, curvy with blonde hair, still good looking for a woman her age, she looks like she's lived a bit, not rough, but not too fluffy round the edges. When I fist saw her she reminded me of one of my housemistresses at school. I ended up telling. I could see her black pubic hairs shining under the nightie. “Wow sister you look so beautiful in this" i said.“You too would like to look like a dad, why don’t you wear a lungi like him." she said.(lungi a long piece of cloth, often brightly coloured, traditionally worn like a skirt by men and women in Myanmar and as a loincloth by men in parts of South Asia.)We ate dinner and during which I was constantly staring at her boobs which she was noticing and smiling back. “Sister, why don’t we try. Naan thaniyaaga paduthu kondu irunthen manathil appa naangal oothathai paarthu vitaar endra ennam oodikonde irunthathu. Pinbu appa en arugil paduthaar naan bayanthen.Avar aanal ethum pesamal irunthaar, naan thunguvathai pol nadithu kondu irunthen. Appozhutu en suuthu vatamaaga sexyaaga kutai paavadaiyil therinthathu. Vilaku anainthu irunthathu nila velicham jennal vazhiyaaga nandraaga adithathu. Enathu arugil thanathai nerungi paduthaar appozhuthu enakum avarukum idai veli illamal. They had married right after high school because she had gotten pregnant. She was bored and wanted a change, so she left him the previous year, got an apartment and started working at the plant farm. She admitted it wasn't perfect but she was on her own and happy. The conversations sometimes turned to sex and I found out that she had only been with one man, her husband. I could tell she was curious about what other men could offer, but I think she just didn't know how to start dating again. .