. and gosh did it continue! I couldn't understand it myself.. but I want to be with women older than me... and, yes I enjoyed it and wanted to do it o...er and over... and over again! So four months in and work is going well.... I get a lot of comments and attention as people sometimes don't know how to relate to me having arrived from London. Having picked up a few clients, I met a gorgeous woman named Natalia. Natalia was married and had been living in Kenya for the past 5 years. She worked for. Retreating to a chair in the corner of the room I settle down to watch him dress. It’s such a turn on watching him roll those stockings over his legs, sliding into the clothes and another personality at the same time. When she’s finished she stands up and looks at me. Normally I’m the submissive one, but tonight, tonight I want her to be my little slut. ‘Dance for me…’ I say, without bothering to move. There’s no music, but then there doesn’t need to be. I watch her hips sway and wiggle as. We 3 can go do something, what d'ya think?” I said.“Sounds good” both girls said in unison.“Alright, well you girls have fun, just try and keep it down, mom and dad are sleeping just upstairs” I said getting ready to go to my bedroom.“We know, besides we were about to go to bed anyways.” my sister said.“Well goodnight then, I'm gonna go watch some TV in my room for awhile.” I said.I turned and walked away towards the stairs leading to the basement. We had converted the basement into my bedroom. We ate our breakfast in near silence. Jo tried to get Lindsay to talk about school, but Lindsay wasn't in a communicative mood. At seven thirty, she got up from the kitchen table, said goodbye to her mother and kissed me on the cheek saying she would be home at her usual time and left without another word."That was painful." Jo commented. "She's still mad at me?" I guess she feels like I do, Jo. She hasn't seen you very much and you're her mother. She used to confide in you and now you're not.