Her long and slender, tanned legs emerged. Wearing lemon yellow high heeled shoes and a matching short dress she looked so elegant and very sexy. Sh... stood, held out a hand and took mine, pulled me towards her and we kissed. Her tongue pushed between my lips, probing my mouth. One hand snaked around my waist while the other slid down the front of my stomach. I pulled her lithe, warm body to mine and our kiss deepened, became more passionate. A long minute later we broke apart and I invited. She looked in the mirror and imagined herself with the legs she’d always wanted: long, slim, lightly muscled and wicked as scissor blades, and there they were, attached to her body. She could feel them proudly lifting her bottom like Atlas hoisting the world, and she could feel the wonderful strength they contained in their smooth, sinuous muscle. She pirouetted in the mirror and regarded her backside, and as she watched she saw her buttocks grow rounder, tighter, and higher. She felt the. ” They both agreed as we all knew we had reached an impasse. We changed the subject and finished our drinks, left the pub and I hailed the usual taxi that got us home within five minutes. Gillian remarked how lovely the flat looked and I showed her to my room and she dropped her belongings there. She didn’t look at me and I was worried. We returned to the living room and Jean opened a bottle of wine in the kitchen and brought three glasses with her. Gillian broke the ice. “Jean, Ian and I have. She was flirting with each of us in turn. It got hotter, and jackets and ties came off, sleeves were rolled up. Melinda just undid a button of her blouse, and then a little later, another. The temperature still increased, and I decided to take my shirt off altogether. One of the other guys, Jim, did the same. Simon didn’t though, until Melinda told him that if he would take his shirt off as well, then she would take her blouse off. I have never seen a guy undress as fast. Melinda took her.