A good deed

I'm not great at personal relationships, especially between women and me, near my own age. But I do get on a lot better with mature women, maybe because there was no sexual undertone. I walk for exercise, and on one of my walks, I came across a widow (65). Her yard was overgrown, and she was unable to clean it up herself, and she was receiving letters from city hall. I heard an enforcement officer say they were going to act soon if nothing was done. I interrupted and told him I was going to start cleaning up the yard on the upcoming weekend. With that, he left. I told the widow who I was, and I would help her out free of charge, as I needed more exercise and liked gardening. I arrived at 8 on Saturday morning, my pickup full of tools and a trailer for the rubbish. First, I cleaned away any rubbish and cut back the shrubs and low-hanging tree branches. Then mowed the grass; it was almost 1 when I finished the front yard and sides of the cottage. She invited me in for lunch; after lunch, I started on the backyard, mostly overgrown shrubs and low-hanging branches. It was 5 when I went home, dropping off the rubbish at the local transfer station. Back on Sunday morning at 8, again I moved all the rubbish to the trailer and mowed the grass, then edged the whole yard. Loaded up the grass clippings and was gone by 2, after having lunch with her again. Promised to keep the yard clipped and mowed for her. Over the following weeks, we became good friends. I could relax when with her as I wasn't trying for a sexual relationship. But she noticed I didn't date all seem to have no women friends near my own age. She guessed my problem and decided to help me. She told me she had women's health problems. So she couldn't have sexual relations with a man. But she could get me off by hand or mouth; to say I was shocked is a massive understatement. But I was shocked, but she said One good deed deserves another. So, we started an awkward, at first sexual relationship. She would masturbate and suck me off; I got comfortable with our arrangement, which included showering together. It was a regular weekend arrangement, whether or not I did her yard. It also gave me more self confidence in myself. I tried to ask a woman out on a date; she had been pointed out to me by the widow. She accepted, and we started dating and then started having regular sex. The widow was happy for me, but her health got worse, and she had a heart attack and passed away. I was going to tell her I intended to propose to my girlfriend, but I didn't get the chance. I'm now married, living in the widow's cottage; she had no relatives and had left everything to me. My wife is pregnant with a daughter we intend to name after the widow.