I never said it was my miniskirt...
Never too late to borrow one and put it on again.
Were you still wearing the miniskirt from after your tennis session, all translucent and soaked with sweat, clinging to your firm and perky buttocks, cheeks still pink from the effort, slightly still out of breath, moaning every now and then? Because even if not an acceptable approach, it might have something to do with that...
That's so gross.
Have you considered writing erotica novels? You can write the next 50 Shades of Grey.
No, I was wrapped up like a nun both times. I didn't sweat at all that time I played tennis; it was so cold that I had a jacket on and I didn't sweat at all.
Not good. Eat more leafy greens.
It's played on ice indoors. This is what Montreal looks like these days...
Red leaves + pink sky = win.