I startled him slightly but he quickly spoke. “I am really sorry to bother you but would you mind if I photographed your feet?” He said softly as...his face began to flush. “You really have beautiful feet.” I looked up from my book just over the rim of my sun glasses. “You want to take pictures of my feet?” I said with a confused smile. “Absolutely!” He said enthusiastically. “You’d be surprised how wonderful a picture of a good set of feet would do to someone.” He hesitated. “I mean, your. It was faint and it seemed as if the wind was whipping the words away, carrying Kenny's soul with them.By the time the preacher said his final words of prayer and benediction, the sky had darkened and there were snowflakes in the air. First a few of the congregation broke away and then there was a rush down the hill. Mary Eustis and I were the only ones left with the pallbearers to lower the casket. My son James and two of Pete Ryeback's sons and three Indians, nephews of Mary Eustis, lowered. Resting my head on his chest, I smiled, “That was… wow…”Lincoln laughed, his free hand reaching up to brush a lock of hair from my eyes, “You okay?”Nodding, I closed my eyes and sighed, “Yeah, I just have never felt that good before; I’ve never felt anything like that before.”He laughed again, “Well, I appreciate the ego boost.”Opening my eyes, I looked up at him, “No… You don’t understand… I’ve never had anyone go down on me before.”Lincoln leaned back slightly as he studied me carefully,. About 30 minutes later my niece get up from the fire and says she will be right back. I'm sitting so I can see the door of our camper as I observe my niece going into our camper.I being the 55 year old perv that I'm and know my wife's love of younger girls I knew I needed to get my ass to my camper. I go to the front of the camper as it's no longer mounted on the truck. The window to the main part of the camper is now ground level and I can see inside as my wife and niece are making out.This is.