I was angry when my father told me about watching her when he was young. My father would spy on his mother and watch her undress—he said he was excited by her beautiful and full breasts. He told me that he remembers a particular time when she had a white apron around her waist, but she was topless—no shirt and no bra. He was peeking at her from behind a door. He watched her breasts wobble when she moved. He said she was never more beautiful.
