Ladiesrestroom

On a flight to Chicago, 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 us 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
ladiesrestroom was more than a restroom, it is
tender loving pleasure.
When the powder puff completed it's 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 soon 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 penis is under your pillow