The attraction was a strong as any d**g, and like all addictive d**gs, I craved more and more.I began to raid my older sisters stuff as well and would... hide some of her stuff so I could use it whenever I was alone. She was so lazy and untidy that she never noticed. I had a little pile of knickers, tights and stockings together with my most prized trophy, one of my sister’s old bras. She would throw her stuff away regularly and if I kept my wits about me, I raided the bags of old clothes she was. Pure bliss.Alessia unbuttoned my trousers, as I briefly rememberedthe day before; a wry smile crept across my lips asvisions of the young lady screaming obscenities as mytongue flicked her clit caused her sister to enter theroom to tell her to “keep the noise down.”My attention was brought back to the present when agentle touch brushed against my erect cock beingliberated of all clothing by the elegant lady, nakedexcept for a wicked smile. I ran my hands through herhair, touching. I opened my laptop and went on the internet as I lay on my bed. I started looking at sites on anal sex so I would be ready for Bob. A few of them suggested an enema before sex to “keep it clean”. This seemed like a good idea and there were a few methods of doing it. I liked the idea of the douche bag, but where would I get one. I wondered if I could get one at Fantasies that Sis and I went to on Sunday. Maybe I could go there on Thursday night. I put away my laptop and went to sleep in my silk. I went to the refrigerator, got an apple juice and went out back.Queenie came over to see me as soon as I walked out the door. I scratched her head and looked in on the puppies. They were excited to have someone to pay attention to them but I wasn't out here for that. I petted each one but got up and headed for the garage. Queenie followed me in.We've got a two car garage. You can squeeze the Chevy inside but you'll have to walk sideways to get out. It has the standard double size door at the.