Baby has his first fetish.
Feet!
His own, or anyone else's, if he sees them, he absolutely must touch them and if possible, get them into his mouth.
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I was born in spring, the 5th daughter in the Turner Family. Ken was born exactly 76 hours later, the 5th son of the Wheelers. We met 25 years later and when we married a few years after that we became the 5th Wheelers, we hope you enjoy our stories.
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About Me
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- I am a Mother of 4 and I love it. But as you may well be able to see, or read, I have no idea what I am doing. Luckily I have lots of love for my children, and lots of love from my husband and our families, and with this much love I can't go too wrong.
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1 comment:
I hate feet. I don't even like my own feet. Baby feet are okay... Although my nephew William had some stinky feet when he was a baby. I didn't know baby feet could smell like rotten peas.
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