I feel a softness/hardness, a bulk to them, not fat but substance. Her legs are not overweight they just show and feel of an active youth. I love the ...ay her thighs feel in the car seat beside me or on the bleachers at an event or just sitting at the mall waiting on some family member to choose between this color or that in a store. She walks with a purpose and gait that shows me she is a tomboy. I have always wanted a tomboy as a playmate and lover and there she is. I just stare at her legs,. I braced myself, chocolate-colored hands pressed against his athletic, milk-white thighs, spit beginning to overflow from my mouth as his hardness continued its assault on my throat. Before long, he’s building up a steady pace.I tap his thigh as even more distinctive gagging noises make their way from my increasingly full and blocked throat. My hands begin to dig into his thighs ever more urgently, and I feel his hands clench into my hair, his right hand having long abandoned its exploration of. My cellphone rang. Mizz Lee. “Hi, Mizz Lee. How are you today?”“Pleasantly satisfied, dear. A little creaky, but satisfied.”“You have the kids today,” I said.“Yes. I am looking forward to it. Are you too busy for me to drop by early to have lunch with you?”“Oh, no, ma’am,” I said. I didn’t add that an opportunity to dine with Mizz Lee would only be superseded by an end of the world event. “I will be looking forward to it.”She showed up with a tray of pastries, a BIG tray, which she left in the. "You are a married woman with a loving husband and two kids!" Going to lunch?"It was Little Junior. He'd only been with the agency for a few days, and already she hated the very sound of his voice! Oh what she would give to be able to slap the pimples right off his face!"Yes Mr. Penton." Well come and see me as soon as you get back. I have some memos I want you to type up and a couple of phone calls to make." Yes Mr. Penton." It was all she trusted herself to say."Well, have a good lunch, but.