"They certainly haven't."

Mrs. Long shifted uncomfortably in her position on the couch. Her skirt, so silky, slid up to expose a good expanse of nyloned leg above her perfect knees.

"And your legs are lovely,” Wanda said, now sitting on the edge of the bed. Wanda was making no further effort to dress. After all, there was really no hurry.

"Are they? Oh, do you really think so, dear?"

"Oh yes.” Wanda stretched out her long slender legs. Of course, they were bare as were her little feet, her tiny toes painted bright scarlet red.

"I like yours, too,” said Alice, smiling as Wanda wiggled her toes. “They're strong and healthy,” she added.

"Oh yes. I love to run. I like my legs. I really do,” she said. She stood and turned to show the back of her long curvy legs and ankles to Mrs. Long.

"Oh, I love your bottom,” Mrs. Long crooned. “You have a heavenly ass, Wanda,” she laughed softly, “if you don't mind my using the word ‘ass.’”

Wanda laughed. “No. Don't be silly. I love the word. It's so explicit,” she said. Wanda turned and sat down on the bed again, this time drawing up one knee to clasp it with both hands as she began to sway lazily back and forth.

Alice Long's eyes began to turn misty and liquid as she stared at Wanda's body. Wanda's luscious breasts were undulating in a quiet sexy rhythm inside her tight brassiere.

The mound between her thighs, which Mrs. Long could plainly see, seemed more plump than ever. Alice Long could see the delicious crease, the split between Wanda's pussy-lips, the slight, curly tendrils of cunt hair sticking from the panty edge.

Alice's eyes seemed glued to Wanda's crotch and Wanda could feel the warmth spreading there as they looked quite candidly, between her white, silky thighs.