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 and offer to do chores for her. It was surprising how many chores could be found that involved working near ground level in the vicinity of my gran!

One day, when I was sixteen (gran would have been about seventy), gran fell asleep in her chair while I was cleaning the windows indoors. I took my chance and slipped into her bedroom. After a few moments, I'd located and was exploring the contents of her underwear drawer. It was like an Aladdin's cave. Here was one of her girdles, a pair of her bloomers and several pairs of her knickers - not to mention stockings, bras and slips (petticoats, as we called them then) .

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