Her stamina was phenomenal. It was a challenge for me to keep up with her at first, but eventually I could match her stride for stride. My own legs gr...w stronger and shapelier over the years, although I seldom felt comfortable enough to show them off in shorts.Well, we graduated and went our separate ways. But when I joined Facebook thirteen years later, I found a friend request from her, and we re-connected. It turned out that she’d gotten married but divorced soon afterwards; she didn’t say. Sitting on the couch with the coffee table-solid oak-holding her coffee, she waited as Grace sat at the other end of the couch, arranging the folds of her robe demurely over her thighs.“You mentioned we had something in common,” Peggy prompted.Grace looked at Peggy for a long time before answering. Peggy shifted nervously, glancing down to make sure her pleated skirt covered her thighs. Then she felt and saw Grace’s dark gaze fixed upon her tits. For a moment Peggy almost blushed, despite the. What should I do with it? This was a horrid artifact. I wanted to destroy it. But I couldn’t treat it flippantly. This couldn’t be allowed to fall into the naga’s hands. With a groan, I draped it back over my neck and tucked it away.I could withstand the touch. I’d worn it for a week or more without any ill-effects. It didn’t even feel evil.I pushed aside the hanging grass curtain and walked into the pavilion. It had several beds formed out of soft ground cover. A pleasant scent filled the air,. It scared her quite badly.She sat up and used a towel to grasp the warm phallus. In the bathroom she urinated as she held the phallus in her hands, then she lovingly cleaned and sanitized it. Careful not to expose it to any serious temperature shifts. Finally she kissed it lovingly and replaced it in it's holder in the cabinet. She drew a small curtain and closed the door, locking it with a small brass key on a fine, light chain, which she returned to her neck.In the kitchen she retrieved a mug.