The man walked toward her, his legs growing and stretching with each step.

When he sat, his legs stretched before him almost to its neck.

He was sitting on the floor by her chair, with his legs stretched toward the warmth.

He sat sideways, legs stretched, back against the door, watching.

I sat up this time, my leg stretched across the backseat.

We sat with our legs stretched forward as though on lounge chairs.

He sank to the floor and sat, legs stretched in front of him, like a toddler who had fallen down.

His lead leg stretched until it was almost straight out from his body.

One leg stretched oddly out in front of him as if it hurt to bend.

He propped himself up on one elbow, long legs stretched out the length of the bed.