A Simple Ceremony

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A Simple CeremonyIt was a successful stroll back to the front row. Nothing appeared suspicious, no one shared sideways glances. The trip to the restrooms had gone unnoticed. Hubby patted your on the knee in his public, practiced greeting. But if anyone had bothered to look close, they would have noticed you were perspiring, that your inner thighs were moist and quivering, and that your vulva was soaked. It was supposed to be just a quick trip to the ladies’ room. The stone floor was noisy as you searched for the Woman’s International Escape Room from crowds. When you did find that door marked family restroom, you darted in, immediately swung around to lock the door, only to discover the door was being pressed against your strength. I darted in, turned about myself, and locked the door behind me. Look of shock on your face was amazing. I had hoped meeting like this would have generated some different passions in you. But I really didn’t have a lot of time to develop any notions. I was about to surprise you a great deal more .From my coat pocket I pulled out three Ben Wa balls. With absolutely no ceremony , and with speed you were not prepared for, I lifted up your dress pushed one hand into your panties, and with the other hand forced these three silver balls deep inside you. The noises you made as I did this excited me and excited you. We both instinctively met delivering one gigantic wet kiss. I opened the door swiftly made my way out and disappeared down the hallway. The Ben Wa balls bahis firmaları were left in place. You adjusted your panties, straightened your dress, and with the mercury singing and vibrating deep inside you, you made your way back to your chair. And there you sat smiling at friends and husband, not really having a clue what they said or what they wore. You weren’t even very sure where you were. But deep inside your mind’s eye you kept wondering what was about to happen. It wasn’t until the grooms and bridesmaids had made their way down the center aisle, and the church organ struck its centuries old note, that everyone in the room took to their feet. Years of tradition had trained all the members of that audience to set their eyes firmly on the bride as she and her father made their way to the altar. And while they all stood in awe of her beauty, you were suddenly in awe have a most unexpected sensation deep inside your vagina. One of the Ben Wa Ball’s was a vibrator, a toy which acted by remote, somewhere in this sea of wedding guests. It took all your physical strength to not react to the pulsing objects inside you, but rather you stood tall and outwardly unaffected. You beamed at the bride with the rest of the audience. You commented back and forth to some of the ladies sitting behind you, about how beautiful she was. The vibrations stopped. “Who takes this woman to be this man’s wife?” The young man could have been marrying a couch for all you knew for at the end of that sentence kaçak iddaa the vibrations began again. Throughout the course of the 20-minute ceremony those vibrations we come and go every two minutes or so. As the ceremony ended and all stood to applaud, as the bride and groom made their way down the aisle, as the bridesmaids and grooms followed in track, As the little girl with the Flowers and the little boy with the pillow for the ring finally escaped do the two wooden doors in the back of the church, the quivering deep in you , the effects of which you are now feeling from your toes to your breasts, stopped. Slowly and methodically each row was dismissed. the ushers in charge would stand at the end of each row and allow them to file out individually. Some attending had cut out of their rows, independent of the instructions given by the ushers. There were now what appeared to be thousands of people hundreds of thousands of people standing between you and the end of this experience. And as you sat in that chair you wished I would push that button again. as you reached the back exit of the church , you excused yourself to your husband one more time to make leave for the bathroom. This time you did not lock the bathroom , but leaned against the wall waiting for my arrival. The electronic pulses began to dance inside of you again and like empathetic energies sympathetic feelings to those three silver balls began to press through your entire body. Your legs began to quiver and shake. You actually kaçak bahis moved yourself to the door and tried to twisted the tiny silver knob that stood between you and privacy from the church. You failed. Pulses danced over your stomach, up the side of your torso, vibrated up your side and across your underarms, down your arms and into the palms of your hand. Your nipples had been so engaged in these sensations throughout the entire ceremony, you were awestruck that your areolae had not succeeded in ripping through your bra and pass the fabric of your dress.I stood on the other side of the door encouraging any intruders to move to another facility. I told them a friend of mine was not feeling well. Clearly, I had lied in church. At this particular moment you were feeling everything. You are now sitting on the toilet your dress pulled up above your waist, your panties holding on for dear life to one shoe. You were pounding the outside of your pussy wild technology was pounding the inside. Fluids flowed out of your uterus, past your very anxious peritoneum, down across the mounds of your fanny, dripping into the stool. Your noises echoed across the bathroom tile.I finally collected my thoughts (they were in a state), and entered the restroom. I successfully locked the door, and moved to see you in all your glory. I knelt down and gently fingered your hot, wet, ejaculating Vulva. I searched for the silver balls… one…two… I popped number three into my mouth as though it was a large steel jaw breaker. I whispered into your ear, “This would never successfully happen to you in Second Life. I’ll be here for three days.” I then kissed your forehead, then your lips…..and then your pussy. Thank you

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