When I was in college in the 70's I stayed in a bed and breakfast for several years. The landlady had a daughter. During the week she would come into the communal lounge before dinner to chat and watch the TV. To turn on the TV she had to lean over the back of a chair to reach the switch. Sometimes the hem of her dress would ride up sufficient for us young men to get a flash of her knickers. She would turn around and seeing us smiling would ask us if we'd seen her knickers and if we said we had she'd ask us what colour they were. After a while we found that if we always smiled after she'd turned on the TV, whether or not we'd had a flash, she'd ask us about the colour, and even more, if we got the colour wrong, she'd lift her skirt up t prove that we were wrong. Obviously, if we had had a flash we'd tell her the wrong colour to get her to lift her dress up!! Sometimes at the weekends she would come into the lounge in a crocheted dress. You could very clearly see what she was wearing under the dress. Sometimes she used to wear a full petticoat underneath and sometimes, in the summer, she'd just have a bra and pants. Ah, those were the days!!
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