...I masturbated as we all did. I was turned on by the underwear pages in catalogues as well as Mayfair, Men Only etc. But my biggest jets of spunk were produced by my neighbours underwear.

Mrs H, a good looking thirty something, was one of my fav's.

Mrs W, older but married to a fella who had a huge collection of porn in his wardrobe.

Mrs J was the only woman I knew who wore girdles and corselettes. And so did I, of course.

Mrs K, "please call me cathy" was the most buxom, a 38 D I recall..... and I reckon she knew something was happening. Always wore low cut tops. Was very unpopular in the street (the other mums...) but always had a smile for me.

And of course, Miss H, unmarried possibly sixty, well dressed, nice but plain lingerie, and, to my eternal embarrassment, caught me...