I ask the medic, "How is my husband?"He answered, "He's lucky as hell that only half the trap triggered or there would have been nothing left of him b...t tiny pieces. Now the problem is I have to treat him while being careful to not trigger the other half of the trap and blowing all of us to hell."I begin to bargain with him on how I will disable the trap when fortune smiles upon me...Present – Inga - at the cabin with MashaI run up, stop beside Masha and look at her husband Jack in the. When they are ready to cum they can just slid deep into me and unload and then leave. I don't want foreplay, I don't need to be pumped on for five minutes, I don't want to know his name, just spew and go!Now I am not some young trailer park slut. I have a MBA from an Ivy Leauge School, I earn a six figure income and own my own software company. My husband earns six figures also. I just turned fifty, work out with a trainer three times a week. I am five foot one and weigh about a hundred pounds.. I lifted the lid and reached for my penis. Grabbing only open air, I panicked before realizing that the body switch had not been a bad dream. I put the seat back down and sat to pee. God, how humiliating that I had been reduced to this. Me, Peter Alan Hotaling, star quarterback of my college team, the guy that had been on a one-man quest to win the heart, or at least the pussy, of every woman in New York City. Now I was one of them. A woman.I finished peeing and stood to wash my hands and face,. He seemed loving, even if it didn’t jibe with his hardened exterior. She got the impression that he would take care of her, help her. Maybe he could even manage to get her out of the mess she was in. She prayed for it to be true.It’s not that he seemed to be an overly nice guy. The gruffness, the sarcasm, the amused way he looked at the world. He had to be very full of himself. But she could see behind that facade. There was good and there was caring under all that pomposity. Unlike her aunt.