’ But, cliche or not, you have a great body and I like being able to see it and watch how it moves and changes as you do things around the house. Yo...’re a work of art that I love to admire.”“And, I love this,” he continued, still admiring the thong. “I’m going to order you more of these first thing Monday.”“They’re in California,” I said. “It’s probably only about 3 p.m. there.”“Let’s get that catalog and the phone.”I pointed out the thongs and showed him that this was the same catalog from. One moment her eyes had met the highwayman's again and the next there was a flurry of movement, the noise, the smoke and now stillness. She felt no sadness to look upon his crumpled form. Nor was she numbed as one might expect. She did, however, feel the tip of the highwayman's rapier at her throat. She looked down the length of the blade into the man's eyes, she saw fear in them. Fool! Had that pistol fired he would have been killed! It took every ounce of his strength to keep the rapier. Jack's dick was surprisingly large and extremely hard. She was immediately reminded of a marble sculpture as she marvelled in its shape and structure. It wasn't huge by the typical definition and yet wonderfully confident in the category. It was long enough to not look out of place on his frame, thick enough to warrant the pussy-filler description in a classified ad, as straight and as curved as a cock built for orgasm ought to be. She knew this was going to be fun.She ran a single finger down. On one side there was the social interaction, which was a major part of the college experience, while on the con side they were doing very well with keeping up with school work that she didn’t want to let up, not even just a little. It finally came down to a balance between maintaining the current workload and grades while staving off the burn out that would surely come. Sharon decided that the old proverb that all work and no play make jack a dull boy was something to follow and declared at.