It was no surprise to him concerning her reaction of his advancement, especially when he previously nixed any further proceedings. Nevertheless, Paul was happy that either Charlette had a short memory or was very forgiving. He attributed her newfound eagerness to the latter.<br/><br/>While his tongue hung back in anticipation, her moist appendage sought out and found his.  Upon discovery, he was mindful of returning her kisses in earnest.  As Charlette drew him closer, he did likewise, although this time around, the small of her back was forsaken.  Both hands were fondling her generous ass.<br/><br/>If Charlette's taste was a 10 in their first merry-go-round, then this time was a . . . um . . . at least a 16?  But then, who cares?!  Paul had other delicacies to focus on, and her mouth was currently front-and-center.  Soon after, he decided that her ass should be a trademarked product for hand and finger therapy.  A petition should be drawn up in the morning . . . and . . . and all further train of thought was derailed.<br/><br/>A pair of hands.  A pair of sweet butt cheeks.  Now that was good math.<br/><br/>Well done, Old Man.  You hear me?  Hello?  Old Man?