feet. what else can i say? absolutely marvelous. stupendous. utterly amazing, i'd say. the scale, the size, the shape all perfect. the perplexing scent may seem, to put it in the peasants' language, nasty, at first, but as you truly realize the beauty of feet, it grows on you. it's an incredible metaphor for life - even the most perfect thing will have a flaw, but it too must be appreciated, and in a way, it improves said thing even more. but the best part is, undoubtedly, the taste. ohhhh, ahhhh... scrumptious! splendid! superb! if it were up to me, i'd lick them all day, every day from the very tip of the heel to the ends of every single toe, as my tongue slowly drifts across the deserted surface. the burn you feel on your tongue feels odd and makes you feel uneasy at first, but it's part of the experience, and soon enough you learn to love it, as you start feeling it permanently. it's all you can feel. but sucking the toes is truly the highlight. the mere thought of sticking them in.