How I became interested in older and bigger women.

I was your typical k**, always curious about the opposite sex. I used the love the underwear ads in the Sears catalog
and the occasional nude photo in the National Geographic. I used to peep from the attic window into my neighbors teenage daughter's bedroom and their bathroom. My mother ran a dress shop out of the house and I was able to peek on her customers changing. Most of them were the matronly type. This was back in the days of girdles, shapers, underwire bras and before pantyhose.
I loved seeing them in their undies. I had my favorites One in particular never wore stockings or girdles just a bra she was spilling out of and granny panties. She was a big girl and I loved all the curves and flesh. Another lady from down the street was younger and very buxom. She wore French cut panties, low cut bra, and garter belt, in black no less. This was my favorite pastime as a k**.