By the time I was 11, I had been playing with feet for quite a while, many times with my mother’s and eldest sister. Not that I was sexually attracted to them, but they had very sexy pairs of feet that were easily accessible. All the other times it was with a friend of my mother’s. I remember my mother would come home and tell all about her day to my dad. She would always kick her beige pumps off at the door. We had this shoe rack, but she was always too tired, she said, to put them up. On one particular day, she kicked them off and went upstairs as always. This was June so it was starting to
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