If Charlette’s constant nut-sack caresses and increased volume of moaning served as a true barometer, she was pretty close to cumming.  Which was a damn good thing, cuz so was he.  Paul still wondered about the daddy comment though.<br/><br/>Oh, will you just fucking let it go, Old Man!  What’s the big fucking deal, anyway?!  So maybe she’s got daddy issues.  Thing is, you’re<i>not</i>her daddy, so keep pumping that bouncy ass of hers, and drop the fucking cargo already!  Sheesh!  *%&^@#$(!. . . .<br/><br/>No argument from Paul.  Just the same, he leaned in close to her and whispered, “Hey, sweet cheeks.  Just about there, and sounds like you are, too.  Cumming in for landing,” he announced, apparently lacking something better to say.