A self-confessed butt-man for most, if not all, of his adult life, Paul was having a jolly-good time massaging Charlette’s sweet cheeks.  He realized he could probably do this all night, and he was sure his hands were most appreciative of the exercise.  Hell, even if she fell asleep, he’d be more than happy to continue keeping her buns company.  National security and everything, he amusingly thought.<br/><br/>This bonus booty bonanza, however, did not occur without consequences.  There was a disturbance in<i>The Force</i>, or more accurately, his groin.  Rumblings had begun there during Kissing Session #1.  Rumblings had begun anew during Kissing Session #2.  Rumblings were instantaneously ramped up when hands met ass.<br/><br/>Paul was a little embarrassed about his natural, but not entirely unexpected, reaction to the intimacy they shared.  It was also clear to him that she was well aware of his south-of-the-border excitement.  That is, if her occasional brushes against his growing desire was anything to go by.  And then Charlette kicked everything into another gear, shifting into turbo boost.  Her lips, bottom, scent and touch were all tormenting treats in and of themselves.<br/><br/>Burying her face into his neck, she began kissing him there at first.  That was all well and good, if a bit ticklish.  Her nips and especially licks suddenly elevated the situation to<i>DEF-CON 5.</i>Man, she did not play fair, he anguished.  Paul briefly considered slipping his hands into her pajama shorts, thus experiencing her sweet ass skin-on-skin.  Exhibiting some mysterious, self-control out the wazoo, he relented and kept things as they were, not wishing for circumstances to spiral outta control.  Though really, things were already outta control.