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I remember the exact moment I realized I had a foot fetish. I was 18 and on my last summer vacation with family before I’d leave for basic training. We were visiting my dad’s sister, Aunt Pam. Aunt Pam was in her late 30’s, 5’6, brown hair with beautiful brown eyes. Well kept natural body which was evident in her two piece, modest swim suit. Her tennis legs, tone and her olive skin, radiant. But my attention was drawn to her red well manicured toes. Free, wiggly when her legs were crossed. I was mesmerized. What was this feeling? I could not take my eyes off of her or off of them. It was that moment something changed. A desire, fascination with feet that would last to this day.
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