Drool. Lust after me. Yearn for a closer look. Ache to touch my legs. Feast your eyes on my gams. Drink in the sight of sixty year-old legs showing in lasting detail just what they can still do. They make you hard, don't they? I know they do. I am your archetype; the woman whose legs you imprinted on so long ago, the ones you thought about at night as you pulled on your little weenie. Did you think I didn't know? I did. I saw you watching me from your window. I put on a very sexy walk when I knew you were watching me with your inexperienced eyes, and today, I'll flaunt my old legs for your. Yo... Show more