I first started looking at breasts in the sixties at the age of 12. I remember that woman in the hotel Iroquois that asked me to do up the zipper of her dress in the hallway. I remember looking at that beautiful sight of her bra strap and what the front of her looked like. My older sister was beautiful with a 37 c bra cup size..but they seemed huge to me. My older brother taught me how to spy on her in the bathroom with a small mirror. I remember seeing the sides of her breasts falling down viewable when her back was turned to me. I even drilled a hole in my closet which went into her clos… Read more