With nowhere to turn and no foreseeable escape route nearby, Paul returned her kiss as he’d come to learn that Charlette tended to taste and feel good.  But ye gods, was she like this all the time?!  She was insatiable and there was no way he could see himself keeping up with her if she wanted it, craved it everyday.  Maybe that nine-year difference in age did matter, after all.<br/><br/>Aw, you’re not waving the white flag already, are you, Old Man?  The fun’s just begun.<br/><br/>Just as he thought the current situation would escalate to the next level, Charlette pulled her soft, probing tongue away.  Not a moment too soon either.  “I, uh, I think the food is about ready,” he stated, returning her smile.