I could feel the burn in my eyes build. I would not see my mother again. Another huge explosion on the side of the ship pulled me back to reality. The...ship started tilting towards its starboard side and I knew it was sinking. I didn’t know what to do. All I could do was watch in horror as the ship went down into the water. Slow at first.I started swimming towards the ship. Somehow, I lost both my shoes in the process and was now in just a white T-shirt and shots. The ship was about 250 meters. As I lay face down on the bed, with my face, inches form her feet I had a sudden urge to sniff them. So I did and took a quick sniff at them. I felt like I was going to come just from the pure smell and adrenaline, I was in heaven. This is probably when I learned I had a foot fetish and had a sexual desire for my aunt. The thought of using my aunt to pleasure myself got my heart racing and my penis excited.I kept this up for some time and on some nights; I would slide all the way down the bed. She was glad for the first time that she wasn't taller, as it was the robe only reached halfway down her thighs. At least she was covered, mostly. She followed the elderly woman out into the hall and down to the far end where there was an elevator. "Where was that last night?" The elevator let them out in a large parlor on the first floor. It was tastefully decorated with a couple of plush couches and a small piano in the corner. From the parlor the entered a large dining room with seating for. When she bade Grace and Michel goodbye the next morning, Doris felt a mixture of wariness and excitement — like boarding a train not knowing what the final destination might be. The only thing she WAS sure of was that the thoughts and feelings she harboured for her nephew were both strictly forbidden … and deeply beguiling. The morning passed without incident, then early afternoon. As the hot Spanish sun began its first, late afternoon move towards early sunset, Doris spotted Tristan through.