Ugly building. Hideous. Pull it down, I say. Architecture gone to pot these days." I didn't say anything. I was waiting for the axe to fall. ... "Still," the Dean said. "Must put you somewhere, I suppose. All you new students. Keep coming every year. Not sure why." "Um...well, sir, this school provides a quality education, so naturally..." I was trying to butter him up, though I didn't really think it would help much. "Hm. Matter of opinion," he said. "Still. Yes. Um.. I’m not sure what more I can do or say. He did mention them when we messaged each other this morning, and he reassured me.”Maggie sounded weary.“I’m going up to get ready for bed. I’m so tired. I know it’s still quite early and I’ll fall asleep soon, but join me when you are ready. I promise that I’ll make sure we have a special night soon.”Maggie kissed me fondly and went upstairs. I realised how tired she was because she had left her phone on the table. I looked at it for a while, then. Still, after taking a few tumbles, we got ourselves in gear, did okay for big guys who hadn’t been on skates for a few years. As we gained more confidence, we speeded things up, began to race each other. We competed with each other in the gym all the time, had an ongoing contest on bench press to see who could reach four-hundred first. We were both around fifty pounds away, but at just past two-hundred, Miles outweighed me by over ten pounds. Pound for pound, I was stronger, and he didn’t like. .”Blouse off, midriff exposed – slim, fairly flat - with jeans synched in tight over her hips with a thick leather belt – which she is now unbuckling.Unbuttoning the jeans and peeling them down over her hips and behind. Exposed, they are as big as we suspected – wide hips, large buttocks ... Again, not so much fat as simply ‘large’. The silvery white French knickers that she’s left wearing, are stretched very tightly around her. She’s still talking, “I hope he likes what I’ve got for him ... I.