Gingerly navigating his way toward the backseat and a wet and waiting Charlette, Paul wasn’t about to take any unnecessary chances in somehow snagging his protruding boner against anything in his vehicle’s interior.  He still failed to take note of the steamed-up glass.  After all, his targeting sensors were already locked on.  And this Tomcat was homing in for the “kill.”  His finger, soon to be fingers, inside of her resulted in a few of her seductive moans.<br/><br/>Damn, she’s moaning again, Old Man.  You think she’s part-zombie?  I mean, c’mon, seriously?<br/><br/>While his lucky left hand focused on her clit (and really, Charlette was just as wet as the outdoors), the opposite hand searched for and located the mechanisms to release the backseat to its prone position.  The two front seats he’d already returned to their upright positions, thus giving them that much more room.<br/><br/>Paul kissed her slowly and deeply, relishing her tongue in every way, while his fingers continued along their merry way.  Coming up for air, she purred, "Mmm... you get me so going."<br/><br/>With an incredulous expression on his face, Paul responded, “<i>I </i>get<i>you</i>going?!  It’s more like,<i>you </i>get<i>us </i>going.”  Just so Charlette knew exactly what he was referring to, he glanced at his twitching hard-on.