Well, Charlette<i>did </i>say the magic word.  Twice in fact, while dragging out the last one for added emphasis.  And who exactly was he to deny her?  When you asked your Mom for a cookie and you said please, you usually got the cookie!  Soon, she’d be in receipt of her own cookie.<br/><br/>Paul did, after all, bring her as far as this point.  He wasn’t about to leave her hanging at such a crucial stage.  Feeling her arousal inside her pajama shorts, thanks to Francois’s meanderings, only heightened his own excitement.<br/><br/>Pulling Francois back in retreat, he exited the warmth within her shorts.  Charlette must’ve thought this was it, as she no longer felt his stiffness against her.  He believed her moan was more out of protest than pleasure.<br/><br/>Both hands grasping the bottom of her shorts by her thighs, he painstakingly pulled them down.  The reveal might’ve been done in super slo-mo, but it also served as a self-imposed tease for Paul.  Finally, her garment could move no further as he left it near her bent knees.  Charlette’s creamy white ass was now on full display.<br/><br/>His hands fondled both buns with playful jiggles, while also maintaining a firm grip on her hips.  She wouldn’t need to say please again, as she got her desired cookie.  Entrance was granted, as Paul entered her slowly (some would say too slowly!), while Charlette released a few sounds of pleasure.