On 'go', you hook legs at the knees and try to pull your opponent over.On 'go', you hook legs at the knees and try to pull your opponent over." She looked at Margo and Larry. "You got that?" The man and woman both nodded. While Larry sat down on the mat, Margo removed her floppy sweat pants, revealing her legs to Larry for the first time. Larry stared in disbelief at Margo's lower body. She wore only bikini briefs, and her legs seemed (to Larry) about five feet long. Her thighs and calves bulged with power. Larry stared at Margo's heavily muscled legs and tried not to think that in the last contest he'd have to put his head between her thighs and let her squeeze with all her strength. Margo moved directly in front of Larry's face until her thighs completely filled his field of vision. "I've got thirty-two inch thighs, Larry, and nineteen inch calves," Margo purred softly. "What are your measurements, about twenty and ten?" Margo and Dominique both laughed at Larry's discomfort. Margo finally moved away and lay down on the mat at Larry's right side. "Lock arms," ordered Dominique. Larry linked his arm with Margo's. It felt as hard as granite. "Jesus," he thought, "what did I get myself into?" "Ready?" asked Dominique. "Let's do it," growled Margo. Larry gulped and squeaked, "Ready." "One." The two right legs rose and fell. "Two." Again Margo's muscular leg and Larry's smaller one lifted and dropped. "Three. GO!" Larry and Margo's legs locked, and Larry devoted all his strength into trying to force Margo to flip over, to no avail. Again he pulled with all his power, but Margo didn't budge. She seemed to be humming a tune to herself. |