“Switch it on.” He was teasing me, drawing out the discovery. I touched the switch and it buzzed in my hand – it was almost completely silent �... and then it tapered off. Five seconds later it gave another small buzz; obviously this was a low setting. I touched the button again and the vibration was a little stronger; but then it died away to almost nothing before building back up. Medium, I guessed. I was expecting a high setting next and I wasn’t disappointed. I touched the button again and the. ”“Mr.?”“Adams. And this is Ms. Clarke. Matthew has her last name.”“Mr. Adams, allow me to finish the evaluation and I’ll give you a full update.”It took about ten minutes before he was ready to speak to us.“We’re going to do an x-ray to make sure there are no skull fractures, but my initial diagnosis is a mild concussion. He was lucky.”“Lucky?”“A cracked helmet is usually a bad sign.”“It cracked when I pushed the button for the seat belt!”“He was hanging upside down in the Go-Kart and pushed. And having a brief glance downward it was clear to see that Peter was aroused. He had a rather impressive tent pole going on his trousers. After a minute he spoke,"Do you ever jerk off?" Sometimes", I replied."I do it alot", he said "I'm always horny"This was very graphic conversation for our time and a flicker of a thought had entered my mind. He got there before me."It would be alright for us to jerk off together, right?"I concurred, but I did have one dilema. Under my clothes I was wearing. And Jack was the biggest I’ve ever had, so when he pushed inside me I cried out a little, my eyes widening as the pain shot through me. He stopped, his hands on my waist as he leaned over me. “Hey…you okay?” He had genuine concern in his voice, and his hand was brushing back my hair as he kissed my shoulder. I nodded a little, letting out a small breath as I relaxed my body. “Just…go slow for a moment,” I replied, my voice quiet, breathy. He nodded, pushing slowly inside me. I bit the inside.