Knowing she found something new, the next few weeks was more of the same, always getting at least one of her fingers in my ass while she was sucking o... fucking me.Which leads me to standing in our house holding an anal plug. It wasn't too big but it was just the thought of sticking it in my ass that I was still trying to wrap my head around. After not much debate, I figured I would go along with this and see where it lead because I was still rock hard holding all these things she wanted me to. Susan is the Consummate Plain Jane. She carries a few extra pounds from having c***dren. However, Susan is extremely sensual, passionate, and has the most sexually creative mind of anyone I've either met or known. She has completely mastered the art of lovemaking with skills worthy of a high priced call girl. This almost always results in total mind-blowing sex. In fact, every lover she's had during our marriage always wants an encore performance. For example, it was her idea to have me enjoy. Kissing her belly, he sucked and licked from her hips to her inner thigh, her flesh twitching as his facial hair tickled her. He nipped at her skin as he travelled to her knee then back up again only to brush by her lips and do the same to her other thigh. She refused to let him see what it was doing to her, trying to suppress her gasps and sighs as his fingers raked her legs. She could feel the heat rising, the burning in her loins intensifying as he stroked her lips with his fingers, teasing. I cursed myself. I said, “Sister, I really curse myself for crying when you used to bathe me. Wish someone would still do that to me because I hate bathing.” My sister smiled again and said, “Come on! All that you need to do is ask me. I will surely do that help to my little brother.” I was thrilled. I didn’t expect she would take me to be that innocent. I didn’t know what to say. “Ok Sister, after you finish, call me. And then you can bathe me.” Did I say that myself? I was stunned. I expected.