With Charlette now laying on her bed, Paul’s earlobe was an obvious objective of hers. Key intel such as this should always be kept secret. Alas, too late for that now. Goosebumps on his skin and a tingling shot through his body.<br/><br/><i>Psst, Old Man. Don’t. Forget. That. Helmet!</i><br/><br/>Ah crap, Paul thought. Damn good point, as he pictured his supply in a drawer of his bedside nightstand. It’s not like he carried them around in his pockets or anything. That would be presumptuous, wouldn’t it?<br/><br/>As much as he might want to, he wouldn’t be breaching her more than sweet and welcoming pussy anytime soon. Instead, he rubbed his hard-on against her thighs, alternating between the pair. However, his erection clearly begged,<i>Put me in, coach. . . .</i>