My step mum used to order catalogues of middle class woman's wear, and I used to intercept the post. I was obsessed with forty year old woman in tight fitting summer wear or slightly baggier winter wear. I was only 12 or so but it was the height of erotica for me. Those high cut blouses where I could just see the outline of the breast. Or the nylon tights. Meanwhile my school mates were banging off to Playboy or Mayfair. Nah, these ladies were the business.