Paige choose the latter because she figured using her womanly wiles she could charm him into bed and give him such a good time he would report to the ...company that the problem had been dealt with.It was early Saturday morning, and Paige was sitting on her front steps waiting for him to pick her up so they could go to his cabin. At the appointed time he pulled into the driveway, waiting for Paige to make her way over to his truck but she just sat on the porch steps. He blew the horn twice and. This was the perfect setup for me to have a little fun with this dickhead.“Well, my ID card claims that I am, but if I were to prove that I’m smart enough to be at Harvard, would you then promise to leave me alone?” I asked baiting the asshole.“Sure, kid, but how are do you propose to do that?” he quipped, giving me the opening I sought.“What do you consider to be your toughest subject?”“Advanced statistics for corporate business practices, he replied without hesitation.“So you’re a senior?” I. Everything was overwhelming her. She squeezed down on him—he felt so big, a giant log that had somehow gotten between her legs. She gasped for breath, for control, and that pushed her so close, so very close, so right on the edge and..."God! I'm coming! Fuck! Guck-come!" Everything tensed beyond bearing, squeezing, drawing him in. She opened her mouth in a silent scream as the tension was too much and her whole body convulsed down onto him.Every come was different—that was what was so good. Being on board seemed to place Margo and I on a kind of mutual meeting ground. We were soon enjoying the fun of exploring the the ship and sharing the wonder of being far out to sea. As we steamed towards the Fiords our generation gap was shrinking; our friendship growing.We experienced dining together in the luxurious restaurant with all its grandeur; followed by the farce of getting dolled-up together in the small cabin. Eventually two glamorous females were ready to enjoy some dancing in the.