Only the cold night air hitting his wet pants caused him to notice.

"Now let me get out of these wet pants."

It's here such wet pants just to see, it's probably all gone.

So she'd come over to my apartment with her pants so wet they'd stick to the wall.

We had a couple of wet pants in the lower grades.

Then she inched the wet pants down over his thighs and finally worked them off.

I picked up my wet pants, to make sure the little box was there.

I felt strong enough to carry him, but didn't relish coming into contact with his wet pants.

In his wet pants only, he walked over to the dome group.

You'll want to be out of those wet pants, too.