“Crap! The special garbage can!” I ran barefoot in my long t-shirt and panties to the side of the house and started trying to wheel the monster si...e trash can with one hand while balancing two non-tied bags of garbage in the other.The whole situation was awkward and I was still half asleep so it was no surprise that I stumbled, then face planted onto the open bags of garbage which spewed open as the trash can I was wheeling behind me slid to its side. As I am on the ground mentally digesting. It was also Alan who decided to have a vasectomy two years before following the birth of our second child; otherwise, I would have been on the pill.It all started when Alan came dashing down the stairs one morning, blurting out, “God! You should have seen what I’ve just saw! He’s the answerto a nymphomaniac’s prayers!” Alan went on to tell me that he’d just seen Jamal naked in the bathroom. Alan said that Jamal had the biggest cock he’d ever seen.. I understood that it was an outrageous, ridiculous notion. I got that the prophylactic sheath between her hand and my cock in no way diminished the enormity of the sin. It would still be her fist manipulating me to my climax. My own sister was going to wank me off.I was on the bed, laid out while Cate knelt alongside me.“Just let me take care of this, Matty,” she said, staring at my dick. “I’ll do the work. You just enjoy it.”I was hard, my cock like iron as my sister’s fist moved over its. I love the feeling of the highheels as I move from gas peddle to brake and I like putting my other handin my lap. The idea of the wind pushing my dress around my legs is pureheaven to me and I wanted to get out in it as soon as I could.After 90 minutes, I turned off the highway and started to look around forsome place to take a walk. A few miles and a few turns on several backroads, I saw a sign that said "park entrance"with an arrow pointing to myleft. Sure enough, there was a short dirt road.