"Damn Harry, your gut feelings are still saving your life like they used to do for all of us in Nam. If what you think is true, then we are in for a l...ng night trying to figure out what kind of booby traps are set like that. For some reason they don't sound like pressure release to me. I ran up against something like this five years ago and it cost me two men before we got it figured out. The guy that used to set these up is dead but he never kept a list of how many he did for private. "You want to touch it?" he offered and thrust his hips slightly forward. I stretched my hand and wrapped my fingers around the shaft, it was so warm and silky and hard. He moaned with pleasure as I started squeezing his cock gently and moving my hand up and down the length of it. "Wait a second", he told me and drew slightly away. He walked over to my dressing table and after a few seconds of browsing took my hand lotion and came back over to me. "Try this", he said as he handed it to me. I. It has been clear for several years she has gone off the idea of photographs and videos of her being taken. She told me that was probably out of the question and then laughed saying she would do a lot of other things before being photographed again. We continued to chat about lots of things, but all the while I was thinking about her comment earlier. With about 5 minutes left before she was due to go off I asked her if she really meant that there were loads of other things she would rather do.. “Let’s get down to that, your problem I mean.” Marcia blushed a little and looked down to her feet. Her body was becoming excited being this close to a handsome young man. At 45, she didn’t get very many young men. They were more interested in younger women. She was very reluctant to go into it, but with a deep breath she began. “Well, it’s my sex drive.” She said in a rush. “Or rather, the lack of one. For some reason, I can’t seem to become very interested in sex. Maybe it’s menopause.” She.