And then Charlette was seemingly done with the spanking session.  She appeared to enjoy the attention her ass was receiving, if her moans were anything to go by.  Just as well, Paul thought.  The sound and visual treat from spanking her was driving him in every direction of bat-shit crazy.  What was within his boxer-briefs was thinking so, too.<br/><br/>Oh no, Paul thought, she just removed her t-shirt, which first landed on his head, then just as quickly found its way to the back seat.  Charlette’s heaving breasts immediately caught his eye.  Kinda difficult not to, and since he wasn’t blind, he appreciatively basked in the sighting.<br/><br/>Now back on top of him, the horny minx smothered him with slow and deep kisses.  Paul froze slightly when he felt her hands fumbling with his shorts.  With where she was right now, there was absolutely no chance of hiding his, er, attention.<br/><br/>I say damn, Old Man!  You ever get this much action from Jemma?  I don’t remember as such.  Maybe you should troll more 20-somethings.<br/><br/>More 20-somethings?! Paul repeated.  Yeah, as if Charlette ain’t enough.<br/><br/>Yeah, damn good point, Old Man.  Carry on.  His laughter didn’t (as in never) helped.<br/><br/>Sooner or later, Charlette would breach his shorts.  In the meantime, she suffocated his face (not really) with her ample rack.