By Krysta 844-332-2639 Ext.410
Grandpa is old. He lives in this smelly place with other old people. My Daddy makes me go visit him once a month cus he says one day he won’t be here no more. Today was my day to go in, and I always get really bored there cus he doesn’t even have a TV!
He was laying on his bed when I came in and looked really uncomfortable. He smiled so big when he saw me and waved me over to him. I sat near his hip, and he patted my hand. “Krysta, my dear. I need your help. You like helping grandpa, right?”
Helping Grandpa
No. I didn’t, but I had to be here anyway. With a forced smile, I asked how I could help, and he laid back and said he had a bad itch on his special place. I thought that’s fucking weird but maybe it would be like itching his nose for him. I helped him get his wrinkly dick out of his pants but he stopped me.
“It could get messy,” He warned. “Better take off your top.” Not wanting Daddy to think I was sloppy, I took off my shirt and wrapped my hands around Grandpa’s pecker. It was getting harder and harder. I thought maybe it was itching more. I rubbed up and down faster and faster!
He made a strange noise and then white spit shot out of his dick like a fountain. I guess I helped him with that itch, alright cus he just passed right out and started snoring.
Krysta 844-332-2639 Ext. 410