Has this poem touched you?
When my grandson was in school I went on his computer to look up some music on youtube that I did not want to buy on itunes. A few years ago my oldest grandson Charlie who is sixteen now taught me how to use this app on his computer called, well that is not important.
Oh I am 62, I am 4'11" now. I use to be 5'1". I am in good shape I would say. Decent, to say the least. I use to work out all my life and I still take long walks every day.
My hair is grey and I don't die it anymore. I use to but I just gave up. Even with my grey hair I do not look I look much younger. I am a size 8 in pants which is the biggest I have ever been in my life.
My waist is 30, my hips are I have above average breasts, they are 34 D. Any way make a long story short. I was looking through his computer and found he was watching porn.
Through his search history. But the women were older than me. I got turned on by some of the videos and the thought that he had masturbated to the same video turned me on even more.
This was before thanksgiving. I was thinking about this forever. Every night I would think about him doing that to himself.
After a few days it became like every time I would see him come home from school I would have to go in my room and rub one out. It became an obsession. Every time he would come home from school I would just get wet instantly.
He is too young I thought at times.
Why is he jerking off to older women. Why is he even jerking off. Well it is about that time, He would be getting sexually active. I know it's sounds bad enough but that is not the worse part.
The night before thanksgiving. I fucking went through the photo albums and masturbated to his pictures on facebook.Growing up, my grandma taught me a lot about creating a haven for others.
Here are five of her lessons Everyone longs for a haven. But when you’ve actually experienced one, it makes you crave one – and want to create one – even more.
My grandmother who is always smiling spends most of her time with a man in the basement. It is a huge basement, big enough for more than one man, but my grandmother says . My grandmother – a woman who raised me when my mother left at 7, a woman who married for love, a woman who loved unconditionally, a woman who worked hard for and cherished her family, a woman who continued to find the strength to smile despite the challenges she’s faced.
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