From everything he could see, it wouldn't challenge him intellectually, and it would be humiliating to be surrounded by mega-jocks, all of whom would ...be bigger and stronger than him.He glanced jealously at the flyer his twin sister was examining. It advertised the giant library, literary societies, and a teaching staff that was 90% PhDs. She couldn't have been much happier than he was. He heard her mumble under her breath, "do they even have a soccer team?"It was bullshit and they both knew it.. As it happened I was in the cockpit when Grace emerged from the master-cabin. My cabin. Quite naked. There was enough light from the moon, not to mention lights in Harwich and the powerful floodlights of Felixstowe port, for me to get a good look at her. Okay, she was thin, but I wouldn't have said 'skinny' and definitely not 'skeletal', which was how I'd visualised her. She had curves in the right places, f'sure, and I've never minded whether breasts were A cup or D cup or anything between.. And as quickly as he had entered her room, he left.Sabrina stood in place, naked under her skirt, shame making her face pink. She had obeyed her son once again and Sabrina knew now that she was in his control, that no matter what he told her to do, she would do it despite the humiliation she felt.She would obey him because... because... oh, it makes me feel so good!The thought struck her like the clap of thunder. It's true, she thought. It does feel good... makes my cunt so very hot when Brian. Of course it would be me who arrives and seduces her. I crossed the road. As I approached she walked on and I found myself following at a distance. She was clearly class; her clothes, the leather gloves, the casual silk scarf, the way she walked all shouted sensuality, her own woman and one who knew her own mind. The heels and sexy legs though… they spoke to me of sex. They said I like to be fucked, and fucked well. I wondered how she would react when she knew I was on offer this evening. We’d.