A couple frolicking in full, both players were worn on hard court surface at a breakneck pace, strikes fought off very precisely, and the ball flew back and forth with the speed of sound. Chris drove a partner to the back wall, lunged forward and gently sent the ball to the corner. The man howled in frustration and Chris laughed loudly and triumphantly. - My feed, - she said, tossing the ball in the air. She was dressed in white shorts and a T-shirt, her hair collected in a ponytail, very provocative. When she reached up, beating the ball, Harold saw her chest tightened, noticed a trickle of sweat running down the neck. Her legs were long, slender, they did not spoil the strong muscles. In general, on the court, she looked elegant, but it was not so fragile, which appeared at the reception. Harold felt involuntarily tensing his body.