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Have you ever embrassed groped by a stranger? A Deluge of touch with a purpose is said to be "groped". At least, that's what I decipher. We all are humans. Our lower self is the Devil's Advocate residing deeply and its control starts from belly and goes as high as our head -- right into our brain. When this devil is activated it controls our intellect and sensations. We do have varied tastes -- myriad pensive tastes. Time, place, mood, and flavor of the endocrine system sometimes tempt to be insane. As a woman, I like to be touched sometimes with a palpable effect, sometimes hard, and sometimes with full and dedicated through servicing. Sometimes unknowingly wear and sometimes distinctively choose to wear dresses with a twist and with a pre-eminent silhouette shape. It was Autumn the mellow time way back. I'd just completed a tumultuous year as a teacher. We had the first inter-school science competition. Nearly eight of the school science<b> teachers </font></b>were attending. It was a big hall I was standing at the back of the hall with another teacher from another school. Science presentation was carried out by the students a group of audience I was wearing a skirt, suddenly I felt a hand moving over my legs. A Strong hand. Then over my bumps. I turned my head realize, the teacher from another school trying raise his hands under my skirt. I could have raised my voice, but looking at his eyes, I ignored my reaction. This gave him valiant courage. He was gentle in his approach, moving his hand over my bumps slowly. I felt good but was uncomfortable, shrugged his hand away, but he was solicited and determined. Again, he started warmly and slowly caressing my bumps. He then started caressing my thighs I was mum, I was quivering. He did this act continuously for minutes. I was high. No one could see us as we were at the back of the hall and all attentions were on the student's presentation. The hall was crowded. His hands kept moving up and up till he put his finger inside my panty make way for his finger move inside and go inside where should not be. I was quivering but I was silent. lasted for twenty-odd minutes. I moved the washroom remove my wet panty. |
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I would at least have offered to help you remove them, put them in my pocket and then head to the nearest Victoria secret to replace them
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While out clubbing I have been startled by very rude men putting their hands up my skirt w/o permission from me ...and sometimes I've also been GOOSED 
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very nice Mature... "... I shrugged his hand away, but he was solicited and determined. " you solicited (beckoned/invited) him.... while he was determined. or... "... but he persisted with firm determination" You do have a beautiful body, Mature... and should be commended
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That was a bold move, unsolicited. He must have been picking up on some unmistakable energy, pheromones or body language emanating from you? If not, to do so is risking his career bigtime! Either way, you definitely inspired something in him. I’d broadly say as a male, that really doesn’t happen much to us. The only thing I personally can’t relate to on a personal space level, is getting my hair pulled. I’ve got long hair, and on many occasions at bars or gatherings, if a woman is attracted to long hair on a guy, they’ll come up from behind and give my hair a tug, then compliment it. That’s about it though. So, it sounds like you ultimately didn’t mind his bold approach to feeling you up….so…curious if he was able to turn that initial encounter into more with you?
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I was on a transit train in Edmonton going home from a football game when a beyootiful young blond lady stood in front of me behind two fellows she got on with , looked around, and promptly began stroking my dick through my jeans. I missed my stop and got off close to a local bar.
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I think I'd enjoy being groped
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Should have given him your wet panties as a reward for making you wet! I know I’d want to keep your panties!
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8/27/2021 7:09 pm |
I like it.
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Mmm you already know my thoughts on this 😁 and how I wud go about it if I was in his place ooh yess Lick
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I like the way u write, I am right there with u. ur staggered, poetic style...kind of like jazz. really nice.
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