It took a-lot of circling back around in her area over the next few hours to finally earn a shot at her soles. She flagged me down later as a passenger in another vehicle by honking horns and flashing headlights at me from behind. Her soles would end up being my good fortune. They had dirt and sweat from sandals all day built in and smelled and tasted great, plus that wrinkly firm texture on her soles made for a perfect grip during her footjob.
