‘No way, man! Wouldn’t you want to have an orgasm that might send you into shock?’ Side bets were being placed on what path Carol would take. So...eone behind her warned that the paramedics were slow to reach this suburban area when sensory overload occurred. As if this were not enough, Carol turned to the machine. It began flashing its streaming lights in a pelvic thrust pattern, slowly, teasingly, timed with increasing urges from the stimulators. The joystick flexed in her grasp. Carol moved. “Did you want to go out to lunch? How did you get over here?”“Your parents picked me up. I’ll go with you,” she answered.“We can go out to eat, if you’d prefer,” Mom said.I was tempted to say no but decided to make nice. “I’ll find you in the parking lot in a few minutes. I’ll follow you.”My parents and Suzie left, and I found myself with Jeana and Mrs. Rogers. “Carl, I know this isn’t my business, but you only visit your home?”I shrugged, and then took a deep breath. Mrs. Rogers was a good. Okay."The next day after dinner, I was ready to talk to Ben, to explain that a little kissing, no tongue, might be acceptable, if he was respectful and kept his hands to himself. He came over around 9:00 p.m. and shook my hand again. I still had this desire in the back of my mind to grab him by his scrawny neck and throw him out on his ass."Ben." Thanks for inviting me over, sir." He lifted up his hand, showing he had a deck of cards. "I brought my own deck today." What?" I said in. I took my bottoms off and placed my Little Rooster toy on my clit. I loved the way the toy felt and it was very quiet. He climbed into bed and we started talking again about our relationship. It was important that we communicate. The communication had really improved over the recent events and I believe that was what was truly fixing us. However, we would have plenty of time to talk, I wanted to fuck. I was getting antsy waiting for him to touch me. What was taking him so long?Finally, I.