Nude, she walked to the mirror hanging on her closet door. She examined her body and inventoried it in detail as she placed the collar back around her...neck.She compared herself to each of the beautiful women at the party. Her bust was too small. Her legs were too thick. Her butt was too big. She was nothing. Just a poor, fat college student.She walked to the light switch and flipped it off. She climbed into her bed. She curled up, a hand touching her simple collar, on old sheets given to her by. Too bad her face showed the age her body denied.Sugar and I talked, she asking me if the day was bittersweet knowing when I got home all of Evies things would be gone. I told her I really hadn't missed her yet and was enjoying being a bachelor at the time. Sugar didn't believe me."You're going to tell me that you're not getting laid and you're happy with it. I was feeling sorry for you and was going to volunteer a blow-job. What are sisters for?" She joked."You're a sick ticket Sugar. Don't. I had no idea, he just doesn't slow down.I've got my legs raised up in the air, he's up between them driving down into me as I try twisting and wiggling under him, oh, this feels so good. I am so full, he's got a pretty big cock, I guess, all I know is that I'm sure full.Then he pushes all the way down and takes little strokes, little pushes and pulls back and forth. Oh, that's all I could take."UUH, UUHN, UUHN, uh, uh, oh, oh, so good, oh, this is so good." You got her again, Greg. What a fuck. "Not this time," she said and laughed. "It is my turn to win." I don't think so," he returned."We will see," she said."If you are so confident, why don't we make a little wager," Andy said."What kind of wager?" I don't know ... maybe the one that loses has to take off an article of clothing." Oh Andy, I'm you mother. You shouldn't be saying things like that." Why not? It's not like I have not seen my mother naked."Linda blushed mightily. In spite of what they had done, she still felt a twinge.