Cindy looked at Fenton in awe; she was overcome by his need to ensure she was satisfied. Even if he had not realised it, the girl knew this had been h...s quest, even if it were unconsciously so. She pulled the sheets over them."Please let me sleep with you tonight Fenton." He looked at the soft flowing hair and downy arms, with her puppy-dog eyes, and smiled as he pulled her close."Of course Cindy." He kissed her forehead as she closed her eyes; he knew having her there would stop him. Once in awhile if her lovers thrust are great enough to make her breast flop, I can smell her breasts. The aroma from under them is amazing. I can smell the musky scent of her pussy as the wafts of air created by her lovers thrusts hit my face. The room is filled with pheromones; hers, his and mine. There is a faint smell of whiskey and beer on our breaths. His cologne and sweat are almost equally as arousing. My deotorant is also all but gone and the sweat is pouring from my body as equally as. After a brief moment, she realized what he was asking. "I, I guess so," she replied hesitantly.Her hand eased out of her panties, and her fingers hooked the fabric at the left side of the crotch. She pulled the white satin out of the way, showing her brother just how wet she had become. The smooth skin around her lips glistened with an erotic sheen. A well-groomed strip of jet-black hair started just above her clit and went up, to end somewhere still hidden by her panties."I mean, um, take them. “No.”I say. “Well someone has been in our room while we were in the shower. I closed those drapes before going into the bathroom and now their open.”A smile creases her features. “Oh, I forgot. That’s George.”“Who’s George?”“George is like my personal butler. I’m sure if you look there is a pot of coffee and some danish on the balcony.”She was right and someone had also adjusted the large umbrella so that the rising sun would not toast anyone sitting at the table. Totally unselfconscious that.