She so cheated!  Her radiated hands touched his chest and arms.  Clothing was supposed to be the barrier of restricted access.  Current events were not progressing very well.  Actually, they were, just not in the manner he foresaw.  Firstly, he did not envision being in such close, heated proximity to Charlette.  Secondly, there was no way to predict his eager hands on her ample ass.  Thirdly, it was also possible to . . . ah, fuck the rest!<br/><br/>As Paul was about to initiate Plan B (although by now, it was more like Plan H), Charlette broke the rules yet again by nibbling on his earlobes.  This was always ticklish and a turn-on for him, not that she would somehow know about this.<br/><br/>And, um, rules?  What a joke.  Rules?  We don’t need no stinkin’ rules!  Charlette was by no means playing by any rules, so why should he?!  With that in mind, Paul proceeded to breach Charlette’s pajama shorts.  Skin-on-skin, as his hands were in 77th Heaven (waayyy beyond 7th Heaven) while truly fondling her precious bottom.