After a few minutes had elapsed, it was quite apparent to him that Charlette didn’t wish to talk.  Well, not with her mouth, anyway.  Her bouncy bottom, on the other hand, was in the mood for all kinda talkin’.  Following a kiss to his neck, Paul felt her all-too familiar butt cheeks on his lap.<br/><br/>Up until then, the raindrops had been soothing, mesmerizing even.  Paul was relaxed enough where he was tantalizingly close to dozing off.  Charlette’s copious caboose, however, harbored other thoughts.  Her giggling all but metaphorically placed that cherry on top of the sundae.<br/><br/>Guess what time it is, Old Man!  No idea?  BOOTY TIME!<br/><br/>Despite her rugged hiking shorts, Paul could still feel that sweet ass of hers wiggling against him.  Quite literally, he was caught between a rock and a hard place.<br/><br/>Fucking boo-hoo, Old Man!