After a long stroll in tight pumps and nylon stockings through rainy Palma on Mallorca, I relax in my accommodation by the fireplace. Im still wearing the sheer, stinky seamed nylons and Im showing you my damp, sweaty soles into the camera. Can you smell the scent of my cold sweaty feet? My cameraman smelled it from two meters away and immediately had a lump in his pants.
