We never bothered to turn the Power Wands on for teenage boys. I turned on the Power Wand, replaced the saddle, and she took a seat. Rather than turn around, I continued to loop around the restroom building. A small grin on her face. Karen and I were running the ride and enjoying the view of all the aroused teenage girls spinning before us. I didn’t want to scare her. She had her own experiences, starting back when she was in teens (her older cousin taught her “naughty” games). It wasn’t a big merry-go-round, probably only thirteen feet in diameter, but it was the real deal. “Okay,” she replied. The vibrating saddle would definitely feel good if it was only separated from her girl slit by a thin layer of underwear. Some people get an inheritance, we got a merry-go-round. They get their own pleasure and give us some by letting us watch. Suddenly, Karen tapped my shoulder and pointed at the timer. Some girls were discreet about their actions and would demurely move their hips back and forth as the vibrating saddle revealed a whole new world of pleasure.
