As long as I had my skirt and heels on, I thought I would water some new shrubs I had planted a few weeks ago. Nothing wrong with yardwork in heels, is there? You see me drag the hose over to the shrubs, my muscular legs flexing with the effort and the veins on my ankles and feet getting engorged. If you were standing right behind me, you would pretend to be observing my watering technique, but I know you would really be checking out my legs! Admit it! There are plenty of sequences in this clip where I am standing still, so you can contemplate the muscular proportions of my legs at some leisur...

As long as I had my skirt and heels on, I thought I would water some new shrubs I had planted a few weeks ago. Nothing wrong with yardwork in heels, is there? You see me drag the hose over to the shrubs, my muscular legs flexing with the effort and the veins on my ankles and feet getting engorged. If you were standing right behind me, you would pretend to be observing my watering technique, but I know you would really be checking out my legs! Admit it! There are plenty of sequences in this clip where I am standing still, so you can contemplate the muscular proportions of my legs at some leisure. At one point, a loop of the hose hangs just so it touches my calves. You must write and tell me your thoughts about this part. Do you wish the hose was part of you, touching my calves? Do you? And, if I was your neighbor, how would you approach me? Would you mention my legs? I bet you would. How could you not?