Following on from my earlier posting under this title, in June I got a call from the young lady who was now moving to join her husband in Australia. I arranged to collect one evening and she gave me the new address for collection of her belongings. The flat was in a fairly new low rise building with separate entrances to each flat at street level. It was a very warm day and the evening was humid. She answered the door and was wearing in a light summer dress with the hem a couple inches above the knee. She looked great and was very welcoming, I followed her up a very long stair case, I was a few steps behind her and enjoying looking at her legs and bum as we went up. Towards the top of the stairs the sun was streaming through the windows in the lounge and briefly she was silhouetted and I could see an outline of her crotch, she had a beautiful shape between the top of her legs and the shape of the gusset of her pants, wow. When we got into the lounge she showed me the packages to go and she mentioned she had remembered to label them and smiled. I think she realised on the previous occasion how much she revealed when bending over. I asked her to complete the paperwork while I started to load the packages in my van. When I came back up the stairs she was perched on a very very low settee and filling on the forms on a coffee table. I noticed that that was the only furniture in the room. After the third trip down the stairs with a package I was sweating heavily and puffing a bit. She asked if I wanted a drink and I accepted, when I returned again up the stairs there were two bottles of lager on the coffee table and she indicated to take a drink, 'sorry no glasses, I have packed them' she said and then asked me a question on the form. As I stood in front of her and looked down I could she straight up the skirt of her dress to her panties, she looked up and noticed I was looking and tried to pull her hem back up her legs. She was sat so low her knees were very high and the dress just slid back down towards her waist. She tried again but her beautiful smooth legs would not grip the fabric and it slid down again. She smiled and shugged her shoulders and I answered the question. It was a wonderful view but I had to get on with the remaining boxes. When I had finished loading she suggested I sit on the settee, it was absolutely huge and so very low and soft. I perched on the very edge with my right buttock and slightly turned towards her. She had a few more questions which I answered and I struggled not to stare at her thighs and and the dress bunched up against the top of her legs and waist. I took another swig of the beer and she did the same. To be continued...............