<i>Gonna have to choose, Old Man.  Sooner or later, you gonna have to pick one.  Jemma ain’t gonna stand for you tapping Charlette like this.  And guess what, Old Man?  Charlette won’t be too happy if you grant your ex that second chance.  Clock’s ticking.  Hurry it up and just cum already, Old Man.  heh heh heh</i><br/><br/>As much as Paul detested admitting it, those words rang true, although he was already aware of the fact that there can be only one.  If not for his immediate attention to Charlette, he almost grinned at the loose reference to Neo from<i>The Matrix.</i>On an emotional as well as psychological level, he held no interest in juggling two women at the same time.  And he was fairly certain that neither of them would approve of that either.<br/><br/>While his thoughts once again drifted from Charlette to Jemma and back, his current lover performed a smooth move of switching their positions.  With her now on top of him, Charlette’s breasts bounced even more, as she kept the pace going, never missing a beat.  She held both of his hands in hers above his head, which of course meant that Paul wouldn’t be fondling her boobs nor her booty anytime soon.<br/><br/>"Are you close?" Charlette panted.<br/><br/>With a creased brow in concentration for her and only her, Paul managed, “Oh yeah, I’d say so.”  For either of them, there was no cause for concern about pulling out.  The ultra-thin condom had it covered.  Quite literally, in fact.