In my early pubescent years, in the 1960s, I got fascinated by sneaking peeks up my gran’s dress whenever I had chance. It was an irresistable question – what was she wearing today? Was it her big pink bloomers that covered half her thighs, or was it a standard pair of white knickers – what we would now call full briefs – with their tight, white gusset and allowing a view of her girdle with stout suspenders holding up her stockings?
To give myself the maximum opportunities, I used to visit gran regularly