When I got to her house and rang the doorbell, she greeted me in lovely blue dress that did little to cover the long and beautiful legs that flowed from her hips to the floor.When I got to her house and rang the doorbell, she greeted me in lovely blue dress that did little to cover the long and beautiful legs that flowed from her hips to the floor. "Oh, thanks!", she said warmly with a big sexy smile. "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 mezmerizing 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 embarassed 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. |