I really worked up a sweat hiking in this 80 degree weather. Well what are you waiting for? Should I really need to say anything more than that? My shoes aren’t going to unlace themselves. My socks aren’t going to suck themselves dry. That first wave of juicy air after I take my shoes off is so deliciously sweaty I know you’re dying for a sniff. What would you do for a breath of my socks? I want you to fucking dance for me, to beg me, then maybe I’ll indulge your little fetish. Shake a tail feather for me and you can lick up my toe jam like the sole sucker you are. Actually you’re getting a little spoiled. We’re going to have to add more than foot sweat to this equation