Du coup sur le terme de l’humour fin : L’arbre à chatte. Belle photo flou en tout cas gros CON.

Out and about in sheer socks on an Autumn afternoon.

Fall colors and black sheer TNTs..

Always seeking mine; here's hoping you're exploring and finding yours..

My naked feet underwater.

Wet feet season.

More from the “Tree Tied at Dusk” set. “The tree was rough against my skin as I struggled; the bugs were worse. The ropes tightened and burned the more I fought against them. I begged and pleaded to be released-- screamed into my gag as the mosquitos and noseeums had their fill. In an unknown woods who knew what larger, more menacing creatures would hear my distress, my vulnerability, my incapacity to fend them off. I was terrified.”

My feet in sheer TNTs at my favorite secluded body of water.