It’s that time again. Time to get interested in tennis. No, not those silly men, but rather, the lovely strong and sweaty grunting gals of the grass court who provide so many opportune ogling angles in the course of their competition. Why not start off with Maria Sharapova, one fine specimen of athletic woman hood who moistens and flashes panties at the apex of her powerful gams with the best of them.
Oh, yeah, it’s Wimbledon time. The sport of kings. Or is that golf, I can never remember. Just the thought of Kate Middleton watching Maria Sharapova with sweaty undercrackers makes me kind of hot. I don’t suppose I’d be allowed to announce that publicly in England without arrest and beheading in the Tower. But I can say it here, where we’re all safe. Semi-safe, sorry NSA. Enjoy.