Rate this story When I was growing up in the Sixties, the petticoat or slip was a normal part of every woman’s attire, and even in primary school I remember the inexplicable excitement I felt whenever I got a glimpse of creamy lace and silk under the hem of Miss Nielsen’s skirt. I first started to learn about sex by reading the problem page of my mother’s magazine, Women’s Own, (in those days I read anything and everything I could find) and soon developed an interest in the magazine’s lingerie advertisements as well. Later on I learnt to masturbate while...
