I rolled off of her, and she settled back down on my cock, getting comfy. I pulled the sheets up over us, and held her while we developed a gentle rhythm, our hips doing all the work. "Better?"

She grinned. "For talking. What do you want to know?"

"Why GW, how do you expect it to work out, why not Florida? How good are you?

"Let start with the last one first," she answered, while I held her tight little ass. "My swim club's among the best, and I'm good. Really good. Twice NCSA Juniors finalist. In breaststroke, I'm among the top 50 high-schoolers in the country. In the 200...