"Come on in."Come on in. You don't know how much I appreciate your bringing these by for me. I've just now gotten the little one asleep. Sit down for a minute, if you have time." I sat in a chair in the living room, watching as she poured herself onto the couch across from me, crossing her legs in that wonderfully familiar way. When she had crossed them, her hand fell to her lap which unobtrusively resulted in her hem being raised a good four or five inches more. She began to talk to me about the trials of motherhood, and as she spoke her, hands began caressing those long legs which were mesmerizing me as she talked. I was nearly in a trance. "You really do like my legs, don't you?" she said with a smile, awaking me from my reverie. A bit embarrassed to be caught staring so intently, I laughed a nervous, little laugh and replied, "You know I do. I've never seen anyone with more beautiful legs than you have. They've excited me for at least ten years now. |