Both satisfied with the protective shield in place, Charlette pulled him on top of her.  While she continued stroking him, Paul eased her out of those pajama shorts, which in a certain area, was rather damp.  Following a few kisses to his neck and then one to his lips, she said with a giggle, “Protection is sexy.”<br/><br/>Paul frowned at her statement, figuring she had to at least be partially joking.  Fingering her, Charlette never seemed to require any lube, which he thought could prove convenient in a pinch.  Her self-lubrication system was always at a peak operational level.<br/><br/>Raising her top to expose her abundant bosom, Paul stated with a mischievous smirk, “Maybe so, but protection don’t feel the same.”  He plunged inside.