Whether or not she was with child, Charlette didn’t seem overly concerned about it.  Or perhaps this was her way of masking that trepidation.  At the moment, there was no doubt in Paul’s mind that she knew how to drive stick shift, stroking his expanding erection with finesse.<br/><br/>After balking at her question about condoms, she led him by hand to her room.  Lo and behold, Charlette had a few in one of her drawers.<br/><br/><i>Whoa!  Charlette’s got her own supply of helmets?!  Ever wonder why she has any helmets in the first place, Old Man?  Bahahahaha. . . .</i><br/><br/>She only went as far as tearing into the packaging, handing him the rubber for activation.  As usual, Charlette’s attention produced a nice stiffy.  Slipping that condom over “him” was no problem at all.  Since they were already in her room, he plopped down on her bed, bouncing once.  Although he hated the feel of wearing one, Paul knew the condom would provide peace of mind where protection was concerned.  Her status, however, still required attention.