Out for a stroll… oops, forgot my panties

I slammed into the ground with him on top of me. How had Brett gotten through? Youporn Milk it for all it’s worth. “You know how you have to get rid of it,” I said. I saw him limping, and decided that was what it had been. More was swirling around the drain. “Piss off.”
“No way. I should’ve learned to play tennis, then when I got beaten, I’d have no one to blame but myself. “I wouldn’t be either.” I gave him his glare back with change, and he backed off. Though he still looked like he was pretty close. Did you fall asleep?” Brett said, throwing his helmet on the pile and picking up his towel. There was only one way he was getting out of here without making a scene. He wanted this to be over with, but he wanted me to think that this wasn’t a big deal to him. And he wasn’t having any luck making that hard-on go away. I don’t even know what that’s supposed to mean.” I snatched the marker out of his hand and scribbled all over the mess of loops and circles and Xs. Though he still looked like he was pretty close. Knepper apologized. Did you fall asleep?” Brett said, throwing his helmet on the pile and picking up his towel. I watched it spew out all over his belly and chest in big, thick ropes. The coach had some words for me, but I wasn’t in the mood.