Not being able to take advantage of my wife’s callipygian gift was like owning a ferrari you’re not allowed to drive. It just didn’t seem right....he funny part is that my wife was sympathetic. She actually felt bad about not being into anal. No way in hell she was going to do it, but she felt bad about it.For my twenty-eighth birthday, she solved the problem. Did I mention that my wife is smarter than me? I think it was right before the part about her deepthroating like a pro.It started about. Gently massaged her there for awhile, I noticed she was moving under my hand, slowly she was rubbing her thighs together. Taking the bull by the horns, I moved my hand lower, down to the top of her thighs. Immediately she raised her bum slightly and opened her thighs to give me better access; I could feel the heat of her arousal. My fingers soon found the right spot between her legs, a low sound escaped from her lips. I worked my fingers between my sister's legs until her head dropped on to her. I needed to walk carefully and watch what I said.“Em said it didn’t help you but I’ll ask. I need to go back to bed. I’m sleepy. ‘Night, J.”“‘Night, Pey. Thanks for visiting.”That was nice. V1 never really connected with his little sister. Now, I regretted it.Sunday was an ‘adventure.’ That’s how Dad referred to anything that was likely to be a disaster but we were going to do anyway. It was the first time since I got out of the hospital that I left the house. Mom slit the right leg of a pair. When I finally looked down at what she was doing,my cock was all shiny and glistening with my runny juices. She was milking me like an expert(I have know idea how I kept a straight face) and I honestly thought I was going to spray my load! But she knew how close I was getting and calmly just pinched the head of my cock between her finger and thumb until I had calmed myself down. Then she subtley drooled a great big handfull of her saliva and started all over again, now working over the full.