Mrs. Jackie Fischer, who was known locally as “the lady who does the church flowers,” was not happy in her marriage. Her husband Larry complained he found it hard to cum because her vagina was too big.
The only person she dared confide in about this was her best friend Tracy Browning. However, her so-called best friend hadn’t confided in her when she had the same problem, but it came out in the conversation. She hadn’t even told Jackie that she’d been to a s*x toy party in Oxford, or that she’d been walking about for weeks with a couple of plastic love balls up her twat.
“They exercise your vaginal muscles as you walk about and Dan says that it’s like f**king a virgin.”
“I should think it is if you’ve got two plastic balls stuffed in there.”
“You don’t leave them in silly you take them out when you’re going to have s*x.”
Jackie thought it over for a couple of days and then she went online and ordered a set. She didn’t tell her husband, she didn’t even tell Tracy. However, the pastor at the church was soon to find out.
For some strange reason she hadn’t put any panties on the day she was due to do the flowers and at the back of the church, while bending, and in the presence of the Rev. Bracebridge, the balls fell out. They bounced on the floor and the echo reverberated around the church.
“I’m so sorry Pastor,” she said, and went on to the explain the situation, thinking a man of the cloth would understand her predicament.
“When you get to forty and your beauty starts to fade you can’t afford for your lady parts to get saggy as well,” she sighed.
“But you’re a very attractive woman Jackie, very attractive indeed. Any man in his right mind would be happy to make love to a woman as beautiful as you.”
Jackie picked up her plastic balls from the floor played with like a shy little girl.
“Why don’t you let me put those things back inside you Jackie just to make sure they don’t fall out again.”
She thought it was such a noble gesture she agreed and soon she was lying on one of the pews with her legs wide apart and the pastor looking up her snatch and licking his lips.
“That is the loveliest vagina I think I have ever seen,” he said, moving in much closer, “if you weren’t a respectable married woman I ask if I could kiss it.”
“Oh I’m not that respectable,” she replied, “go ahead.”