I tasted it. The sweat was salty. I moved my nose to the string from the ass. The cloth that was in between her ass cheeks soaking up the warm sweat a... it seeped from her pores. The cloth that rested directly on this girl's asshole as she bent and dove and jumped and spiked the ball. The smell was incredible. It was a funky smell that only a sweaty girl can produce. I imagined what it was like to be that string in between those sweaty ass cheeks and experiencing the smell firsthand. I moved. "She winked to me and went off to do her other duties. Brie still clung to me, but she did sleep for about an hour. About a half hour later, Brie tugged on my arm and whispered, "Daddy, I feel like I'm leaking again, can you call that nice lady to help me again." I pushed the button and our new friend, Attendant S. Howard, came over and I asked if she could help Brie out."Of course, Honey. Come on, Sweetie, we can get you fixed up in no time."They left and the two of them went into a different. After all that had happened this weekend, there was a strange awkwardness between us. It hadn’t been there when we’d been together Friday through Sunday at Jason’s condo. I guess the whole experience and situation was so overwhelmingly erotic and new that it had blotted out any awkwardness (I was too busy making out and being screwed by a new African American lover to have time for any awkwardness!) But it was definitely present now, with the weekend’s passion and excitement gone, and normal. Two ambulance men came up to me. The first checked on Mrs. Jacobs whilst the second questioned me. Once he realised I knew very little he joined his colleague. It didn't take them too long to realise that she needed hospital treatment and were soon loading her on to a stretcher. I was told that it was almost certainly a serious asthma attack and asked if I wanted to come along. I declined but said I would see if I could get hold of Mr. Jacobs and tell him what was happening. Not wanting to hang.