Bobby’s foreplay technique was virtually non-existent when the two were compared. Bobby would tease her with his finger, then when she was wet enoug... he’d push in another, followed by a third, stretching her in preparation for his massive tool. He would often be more worked up than she was, their copulation only lasting a matter of minutes as he thrust himself painfully into her. Steve, on the other hand, liked to take his time, as he kissed and nibbled her neck, paying special attention to her. I stripped down to my underwear and examined myself in the mirror.Up to this point I had tried to stay fit and slim for when my husband would come home from the war and I guess from this point it was just out of habit. I had an average size B-cup breast and you might say an hour-glass figure. My hair was naturally brown and I typically kept it shoulder-length. I assumed he liked me this way as he never complained.As I looked at my reflection I pictured him behind me, holding me with his hands. When I was satisfied with playing and controlling both together I kneeled down and with the power off for both the vibrations and the dildo movement I slowly inserted the dildo into my vagina. As I am naturally very tight the lube did help but to aid I used a low level vibration to help start stimulating my clit to make the dildos entry much easier… and oh my god it was: The vibrations at a low level was stimulating enough. I then stopped the vibrations and increased the speed of rotation of. I had things to do and now he is keeping me here' I thought to myself. "Really?" he asked. "Are you tired because you maybe stayed up playing Soccer last night?" he asked me.I looked to him in shock. I had played soccer the night before, in the park at like 10 oclock, because my mothers husband, Keith, had thrown me out of the house for the night. It was a rural park so it wasn't like it was close to downtown. "Umm, Mr.C,,,"I was trying to find the right words to say. "I like your style. You a.