The Quirin Stone

Cassandra wasn't entirely certain of just how it was that she fell through the hedge. One moment, she was staring at the blond god emerging from the swimming pool little more than twenty feet from where she was standing like a male 'Venus rising from the Sea', and the next the sound of snapping branches and the rustle of leaves filled her ears and the ground was rushing up to greet her. She was stunned for several moments. While she lay on the ground, trying to figure out whether she'd made enough noise to attract the Professor's attention, a dark shadow fell across her.
Levering herself off the ground, she stared at the shadow for several moments, then the bare toes at the end of the shadow. They were very nice toes, surprisingly straight and well shaped, nicely pedicured, too. They were also very large toes. The longest, next to the big toe, was just about the length of her index finger, by her calculations. They were attached to some pretty impressive feet. Her ex-boyfriend had worn a size eleven. She figured these were somewhere around a fourteen or maybe sixteen. She wondered if they actually made shoes that big or if he had to have them custom made.
Her gaze just seemed to climb upward without any conscious volition, past the damp hair plastered to long, muscular calves, past the knee caps and up the long, muscular thighs until it reached his phallus. Her gaze just seemed to snag there.
His testicles were drawn up tightly to his body. Even flaccid, probably shrunken from the cold water in the pool, his cock was the biggest thing she'd ever seen in her life. Of course, she hadn't seen that many. She figured she'd seen enough to know this was really impressive, though.
"Can I help you?"

Dettagli