Charlette climaxed soon after he did, and from what Paul could feel and tell, she only came once.  But she sure made it a doozy, collapsing on top of him when she was done.  Their increased breathing slowly returned to normal, as she smiled at him followed by a kiss.  While she buried her head into his neck, he felt her ample breasts against his skin, which reminded him of how he enjoyed watching them bounce to the rhythm she’d set.  In fact, Charlette jiggled in all the right places, as he never tired of viewing her ass do the same.<br/><br/>“I missed you, Paul,” she flatly claimed.<br/><br/><i>Well, what d’you say, Old Man?  You’re not gonna leave her hanging like that, are you?</i><br/><br/>Apparently, he was, as he didn’t quite respond fast enough.  Did he miss her?  Yes, he certainly did, having gotten used to her always being around.  Did he miss her like she missed him?  Now that was the $88,000 question, and right now, Paul had no answer to it.  Their age difference was always a reminder whenever the two of them were mentally cast in a possible relationship.<br/><br/><i>Aw, c’mon, not that again, Old Man.</i><br/><br/>Charlette then followed her declaration with, "I ... I won't bother you tonight.  I'll go to my room?"<br/><br/>Frowning at her, Paul replied, “Don’t be silly, Charlette.  You pay your rent, and as I’ve told you before, that entitles you to hang out wherever you want.”<br/><br/><i>Even if she wants to hang out in your room?  And you <b><u>still </u></b>ain’t said anything about missing her, Old Man!</i><br/><br/>“I, uh, I missed you, too,” he slightly stammered.  “It’s good having you home again.  Was a little<i>too </i>quiet around here.”<br/><br/><i>Smooth, Romeo.  Real smooth.</i>