Charlette was smooth.  Real smooth.  As smooth as a baby’s bottom.  In fact, as smooth as her own bottom, seeing as how Paul had hands-on experience with that fine tush.  He had been enjoying her on top, especially when she began to bounce.  Her jiggling breasts matched each bounce, keeping rhythm to the beat.<br/><br/>But then Charlette pulled a switcheroo, and quite efficiently at that.  Paul now found himself on top of her, with no interruption in their sexcapades.  He marveled at how her movements didn’t result in him slipping out of her.  Hmmm, she must’ve done this before, he surmised.  Reckon it was now his turn to engage the rocket thrusters.<br/><br/>His left shoulder took most of his weight, as he didn’t wish to smother her.  Plus, with a slight separation between their bodies, he could still enjoy her shaking jugs with each lunge.  Her moans were front and center for him to relish, since she was now closer to him than when she was on top.  Charlette’s kisses were still en fuego, and he could only hope he was at least matching her.  Paul smiled at her comment about this feeling good.  He whispered in response, “It sure does.<i>You</i>sure do.”