the kind of woman who was my first. in junior high i mowed lawns and did weeding to earn money in the summer. mom was a seamstress and altered my gym shorts to emphasize my package. she said i might get better tips that way. usually the women were home while their husband was at work and i would take off my shirt and work in just my shorts. it was hot and they'd bring me lemonade or water. these weren't hotties and sexy, they were modest, churchgoing women in the 60s in semi-rural country. years went by i was in high school and more of a man. not all but many of them seemed attracted, even turned on as i had blossomed into you manhood. whereas before hey had been dressed modestly, they still dressed modestly but in a way that revealed more of their womanhood, a housecoat that highlighted their curves, or a swimsuit that did the same. (some of these women were cornfed, shall we say.) they stood closer to me and evetually a few would touch me in a motherly way all the time looking in my eyes lustfully. gosh i'm not explaining this right. i have always loved old women, and i loved my old lady till the day she passed in that horrific crash. i miss her