Which doesn't explain the stupid grin he gets when he sees her or the conversation I overheard last week. Damn it! Why doesn't he just go back to his ...wn room? I can't not hear them cooing - I have super-hearing along with super-damn-everything else. Which is why my ears are still ringing. Which is why he's in here in the first damn place.Who knew she could scream like that?Finally, she convinces him she's ok. Finally, he reluctantly leaves her. Finally, she opens the closet door. Finally, we. When Stella went to pee, I whispered to sis: (&hellip,change in plans, Ill see ya later.) She smiled big and pinched me on the ass. She whispered back: (&hellip,two glasses of wine will knock her out. Three and you might want to fuck her quick before she passes out.) I smiled and sat back down. Sis got up and flashed me her nice tits, then wiggled her ass to her room. Stella came back and asked quietly: Did she finally go to bed&hellip,.good&hellip,.lets go to my bedroom. We quietly went up. By the time I joined him in bed he was quietlysnoring which saved me the trouble of telling him there would be no sextonight. I lay there thinking about him for a while then noticed he wasnow deeply asleep. Knowing that he was very difficult to wake up when heentered this state, I thought I'd have some fun. He was laying on hisback so I go up and removed the covers from his feet. I found the reddestnail polish that I possessed, then sat at the end of the bed carefullypainting his toe nails with. My hands were still firmly on her soft, drooping night gown - a juxtaposition of sorts - and she just let me lick her wet hole for what seemed like an eternity. My face was being tickled by the luxurious cotton of her cute, thick dressing gown and this seemed to make the current situation much more erotic. What's worth noting is that I was hopeless at French. My parents sent me on this exchange so that I could learn some proper French, as I really wasn't very good in class. Europeans on the.