Paul was never one to look a gift horse in the mouth, though he did wonder where Charlette got her insatiable appetite from.  Like right now, for example, thinking of this while her tight pussy gripped his probing cock.  Was it all about her youthful age?  Or was she just a horny little minx no matter what?<br/><br/><i>Seriously, Old Man?!  You gotta think about this right now?!</i><br/><br/>He’d probably never find out the answers, without asking her point blank, which he wasn’t about to do.  So he just enjoyed where he was at this moment, inside both his car and her.  Not all that bad places to be.  Paul found it somewhat reassuring that she thought he was attractive enough to want to bang him as often as she did.<br/><br/>Smiling at her words, he continued to rhythmically pump her, increasing the pace just a little.  Charlette felt way too good for him to speed things up.  He’d imagine Jemma wouldn’t be too pleased with where he was and what he was doing at this particular point in time.<br/><br/><i>That’s cuz Jemma ain’t gettin’ any!  Now concentrate, Old Man, and don’t cum too fast!</i>