I should have been the one to receive the care from my parents.This is what caused my emotional breakdown that allowed me to spend many hours trapped ...in a secluded room with a therapist. What a laugh therapists are. They claimed that they are here to help you, but they aren't. All they care about is receiving a payment at the end of each session. None of them ever helped me out. If only they had known what I planned to do.If only they had listened to my whines and cries for attention it might. Polly looked at him with her bright smile and said, "Sure Granddad, I'd love to," Kathy looked at Pop with the obvious question.Pop looked at Kathy and said, "You don't mind do you Kathy? I think it is time Polly and I spent some special time together don't you?"Kathy was about to answer when Peggy interjected, "I think so."Kathy smiled and said, "And I do too. It is great having you and the girls be so close."Peggy again spoke up, "It sure is."Paul had been listening and added, "Well Dad, you. My dick is rock hard as she is grinding on my lap. She unlocks the embrace she has me in and pushes me back on the bed. She is now off me and working at unleashing the b**st that has been caged in my pants all evening. As she reaches into my boxers I can feel the warmth of her hands as she grabs a hold of my throbbing cock. She then takes it into her mouth. I feel the warmth of her lips sliding up and down the length of my cock. Her tongue working feverishly all over, trying not to miss an inch. Scott dated girls and I did as well but I really wanted Scott. I used to jack off while fucking myself in the ass with a hairbrush handle or my fingers. I loved the way it felt and pretended it was Scott fucking me. Scott lived with his grandfather Vern because his mother had died when he was younger and he never knew his father. Vern was 69, muscular with a barrelled chest full of gray hair. He was always dark tanned because he too was a swimmer and always worked in the yard without a shirt..