One day Robert wound up in this “home.“ He had become so sick that he neared the face of death in a welcome embrace, only to be brought back again...st his will. He couldn’t respond to the doctors, or the nurses that pester him day in and day out. He simply lost his will when he couldn’t die. The aides come in and move him around in his bed, turning him, checking his statistics, cleaning his body, and monitoring the tubes that run from his body to the various machines that keep him, what the. His legs shook. He pulled himself up a foot. His fingers cramped as pulling up his weight stressed them. Pain shot through his arms. Sweat ran down his forehead and into his eyes. His vision blurred. He moved a foot up seeking some small outcropping or crack that would support his weight. Looking down only allowed more sweat to run into his eyes. He found a small crack and lifted himself up. He felt the rock above him with numb fingers as he searched for another handhold.He struggled to climb.. That's not right." "What do you mean Sheila?" "Don't you understand." Sheila said laughing. "He wanted to satisfy himself. He does that several times a day." "You let your son masturbate in the family room?" Gina couldn't believe her ears. "Of course darling. It is much better he gets it out in the house. After all, empty balls lead to more focus and less fooling around with girls." "Oh.." was all Gina could manage. "Don't worry hun. I will have a chat with him. I know this is not our. On the screen is an image of Janice's torso, blouse open, bra-less, atop a table, tits dancing around. As the phone moves I see her naked thigh, skirt riding up on her belly. There's a man between her raised legs riding her, f**king her vagina. He's close to cumming ... I can tell .... and there it is ... that sound as he reaches the point of no return the unmistakable noises as he shoots her full of his semen. She's cumming too, for real, I can tell she's not faking it. It cuts deeply to hear.