Spijkerbroek en voeten plagen in het bos in nylon sokken

Walking through the spring forest, I climbed a mountain, sat down on a stone and took off my sneakers to give my feet a little rest. I wiggle my toes in sheer black nylon sweaty socks. Mmm, they smell delicious. Nylon socks are not new anymore and this is not the first time I go hiking in them, so they not only soaked in the delicious aroma of my feet, but also torned. After descending the mountain, I sat down to rest by the forest river. I took off my sneakers and swapped out my filthy sweaty black nylon socks for a new pair of nude nylon socks. After that, I gave my feet a rest under the pleasant sound of a flowing mountain river. While my feet are resting after a mountain walk, you can admire them and imagine how a divine aroma have my feet after long woods walks.