Talk:Flow Kelp/@comment-27013779-20160306031057/@comment-26911558-20160307192446

(loop-hole:  I'm a young coach to a college swim team.  So I'm 24 and she's 21)

"Is that all?" I ask her.

"What do you mean, 'Is that all'?" She says, sounding hurt. I wrap her in a tight hug and give her a kiss on the cheek.

"The fact that you're a great swimmer isn't just the reason I gave you special attention." I tell her. Before I even finish telling her, she uses her kelp to bind us together and tries to f*** me through my pants. "Hold on.  Hold on." I tell her. "You'll get some of that in a minute, but will you promise me you'll do your absolute best in these swim meets?  And let me go long enough to participate in them?"

"YES!!  YES!!  I'LL ALWAYS DO MY BEST, NOW PLEASE GIVE ME YOUR BABIES!!" She begs. I manage to peel her off long enough for me to take my clothes off before she sticks herself to me again. After that day, she lead the team to nationals every year she was enrolled, and we got married at her last swim meet.