This mental picture arouses you even further. Your nipples are starting to harden against your lacy black bra you wore for your husband. Your pussy is...now throbbing and you can feel some of your juices on the black thong you are wearing. Not even realizing it, your one hand begins to stroke the vibrator up and down the length of the shaft. You take another glance towards the door and seeing no one again you turn on the vibrator and immediately turn it back off to check how much noise it made.. She inserted the head a little; I felt a little pain and clenched my pussy tightly together. She told me to relax and continued to play with my clit and slowly insert the dildo into me again. The feeling was incredible, I squeezed my titties together and played with my nipples as she inserted more into me. She then told me that I was doing good because half of it was inside me. I could feel her stretching me and the pain was there but it was a good pain. She told me to get ready. She then. Nothing. Did you come up with that strategy all by yourself?" No. I mean yes. I made a promise to her. I told her that if she ever felt she had to leave me I wouldn't come after her. I wasn't going to force her to love me."She took two fingers and pretended to stick them down her throat. "Give me a break. I bet you think Love means never having to say you're sorry." Huh?" It's a line from some dorky book on our reading list in English. Why don't you just act like a man and fight for her?" I. “I’m game!” he says.“Did you bring a bathing suit?” I ask.“Maybe…”“Gonna swim in your underwear?” I grin at him.“Maybe.”“I’ll grab you a towel,” I say “Run around back and I’ll meet you at the pool.”He nodded and I ran, what should I wear? A speedo? Underwear? Or a full bathing suit? I decided to go with the speedo, I thought it showed off my ass pretty well. Grabbing two towels I ran out back, careful not to wake my mom up, though she’s gonna be dead to the world for the next few hours. Going.