I’m not proud of it, but I’ve checked out my wife’s grandmothers more times than I can count.
Now, let me clarify. I’m not saying I’ve lusted after my in-laws. I certainly haven’t. But I’ve looked. And I find myself looking pretty readily. And it’s not simply an academic curiosity about what my wife’s butt, legs, and bust will look like in 40 years. There’s not even that much thought in it. It’s just looking to look.
The next few decades are promising. Granny’s got back.
We check out all shapes, all sizes, all ages, all relations. If we’re disciplined, our eyes may not linger, but we still look. No elderly grandmother escapes.
That said, I’ll also admit to lingering on her grannies. I’m not checking out grandma out of lust, but curiosity. It might not be what drove me to look in the first place, but I’ve lingered because of it.
And the next few decades are promising. Granny’s got back.