Aunt Goli's feet

I am XNUMX years old and I always liked to smell and touch my uncle's feet. Aunt Goli loves me very much and always invited me for dinner or lunch, but I never told her that I like her legs. I sat near him to put my hand on his leg. The story started from here that one hot day my aunt Goli saw me in the street and put me in her car. She had a beautiful patrol and was just leaving school. She was a teacher. When I got on, I saw that he was not wearing shoes and he was driving barefoot. I asked him, "Aunt Joon, you always drive barefoot." He was driving barefoot. In short, I saw that it was a good situation. I told him, "Auntie, can I touch your feet?" He asked in surprise. Surprise said okay however you like I have no problem hand b What a scene, oh woman, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh oh We went up, I did not have a heart in my heart, I was saying to myself, today I have to lick her legs anyway. He asked me to bring him a cigarette. I smoked a few cigarettes a day. I brought him a cigarette and he turned it on. As he was smoking, his legs were shaking. In short, I started massaging his fingers. It was really soft. I gently moved my head in front of his legs. It's okay to say no, but not my feet I think I smelled oppressed, I said it 's okay, I gently stuck out my tongue and hit the floor sprayer, it felt really good, uncle, it did not matter to him at all. He told me to do this from time to time, whenever you come to me, then this case, every time I go to him, he orders me to do this for him.