Although Jemma might’ve entered his psyche at a most inopportune moment, there was one thing that Paul knew beyond a shadow of a doubt.  Jemma never felt this fucking good!  His eyes followed Charlette’s bouncing boobs, kinda like that game of<i>follow the bouncing ball</i>, which were a pair of rhythmic distractions.  But man, what a pair of rhythmic distractions.<br/><br/>Now that his focus shifted to her bountiful chest, Paul smothered his face into them, suckling and licking them both.  It was a thankless job, but somebody had to do it, and he was more than happy to oblige.  He also noticed when Charlette began to push back, matching his thrusts with a few of her own.<br/><br/><i>Psst, Old Man.  She’s studying to be a nurse, right?  Maybe you can play Naughty Nurse with her.  Muahahahaha. . . .</i><br/><br/>Mmm, Paul thought, this naughty nurse was sure giving it as well as she was taking it.  Though he woulda preferred to pull out and splatter her rack with his load, he had to remind himself that that wasn’t an option.  And there was no way he’d consider pulling out, sliding the condom off, and then splattering her breasts.  He wasn’t confident that he’d be able to do all of that before unloading.<br/><br/>So he got back to the business of pumping Charlette, and following the bouncies.  Soon after, he lay his bare chest on hers, thus shortening the gap between them to allow for some kissing.  Paul’s lips met hers, and their tongues started dancing.