"Actually, that's just what they want AT FIRST. After that they want... other things."She didn't smile now, and looked at him intently. "And what are ...hose... other things Uncle Bob?" Oh... you know... maybe a few kisses... and to feel her against his body... and a few other things I shouldn't tell you about because you're only sixteen and I'm quite sure you'd feel they were gross and icky." He smiled his special condescending smile.He almost smiled again at her frown. She'd been feeling all. As I watched tv I glanced down at her feet noticing just how nice her feet were. She had very nice toes proportioned just right for her size. Her high arched feet looked very soft and silky. It was then I felt my cock in my shorts begin to stiffen. As my attention turned to her sexy feet she turn to me asking why I was stairing at her feet. I told her that she had very nice feet and that it looked like she took very good care of them. She told me that was why she always goes to get pedicures. I happen to know there's a bottle of that pinot noir you like so much in the kitchen cabinet. Would you care for a glass?" I'd love one. How sweet of you to remember."He ushered her inside and turned on a small lamp with a dim bulb next to an old, overstuffed couch."Hungry?" he asked. "I could whip us up a cheese omelette." No, I'm still full from dinner, but I'm ready for some of that wine." Coming right up."She kicked off her shoes, sat on - rather, in - the couch and propped her tired feet. All around were apparitions of such peculiar objects as a steam train puffing smoke in deep space, a group of men wearing bowler hats and carrying umbrellas, and a diplodocus tumbling over and over together with a nineteenth century steam boat. What was most strange, however, was the very visible sight of Colonel Vashti no more than a thousand kilometres away. That she was totally naked was strange enough. No human could survive even a fraction of a second in the very low temperature of deep.