On a flight to Singapore, a gentleman had made
several attempts to get into the men's restroom, but it had always been
occupied. The flight attendant noticed his predicament. Sir, she said,"
You may use the ladies room if you promise not to touch any of the
buttons on the wall."
He did what he needed to, and as he sat there he noticed the buttons he had promised not to touch.
Each button was identified by letters: WW, WA, PP, and a red one labeled ATR.
Who would know if he touched them? He couldn't resist. He pushed WW.
Warm water was sprayed gently upon his bottom. What a nice feeling, he
thought.
Men's restrooms don't have nice things like this. Anticipating
greater pleasure, he pushed the WA button. Warm air replaced the warm
water, gently drying his underside.
When this stopped, he pushed the PP button. A large powder puff
caressed his bottom adding a fragile scent of spring flowers to this
unbelievable pleasure.
The ladies restroom was more than a restroom, it is tender loving pleasure.
When the powder puff completed its pleasure, he couldn't wait to
push the ATR button which he knew would be supreme ecstasy. Next thing
he knew he was in a hospital as he opened his eyes.
A nurse was staring down at him with a smirk on her face. "What
happened?" he exclaimed. "You pushed one too many buttons," replied the
nurse. "The last button marked ATR was an Automatic Tampon Remover."
Your balls are in the bucket under the bed".
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