My parents didn’t coddle me. No way. They’re strict disciplinarians. I love my family, don’t get me wrong, but sometimes I want to get the hell ...way from them. Attending Randolph University wasn’t my idea. However, it was the first school to accept me and the only one to offer me an athletic scholarship. Randolph University was created when the MacLeod Technical Institute of Randolph merged with the nearby Saint Catherine School, an all-female private educational institution. This happened in. “No, mines fun, it’s your fault it came off!” She said splashing water onto his face.“You don’t want your mother seeing something like that.” He splashed her back in a little fit of anger.“What do I care,” she let go and swam a few inches away, “she’s just fuckin’ jealous.” He just stared as she dove under water, her butt cheeks jiggling, glistening with water, bikini wedged and all disappearing under the cool blue. Chris couldn’t help but groan and follow, wrapping his hands lightly around her. Crystal chandelers, marble floors, and lots of flowers. The smell of gardena carried lightly in the air and the happy faces seemed to say welcome to paridise. I had no idea were I was going to get my work scheduale or any info I needed so I asked a bell hop were is the supervisor and he took me down the elevator to the crew decks. These were not the same as up stairs. As I got out of the elevator I saw that instead of lavish d?r there were metal floors, floresaunt lights, walls the ugliest. Gemma smiles, her eyes bright as she swiftly loses the dress she is wearing. It pools on the floor, quickly to be joined by the pretty pale pink underwear. As she undresses for me I unfasten my pants, freeing my straight rigid cock. Wrapping my fingers around it I stroke along its length two or three times, flooding its crown with pre-cum. Gemma drops to her knees and crawls to me, settling between my legs. I look straight across to her window as Gemma's hot little mouth closes over the.