I had wanted to care for you as best I knew how and I blew it." Father, how was it with Grandfather ... I mean, when you were young?" When I was a chi...d, I never saw him. Once I was fifteen, he started to drag me along with him; I was with him in Asia, in Africa, in the Middle East, everywhere he had holdings. I hated it and I promised myself I would never do to you what I went through with him." But, what you did instead was not really any better ... Sure, you didn't drag us along with you. Mrs. Horrigan was a nice well-behaved married lady in her late thirties and she had the distinction of being the only youngish female in the office with a set of choppers in her mouth. She showed them to me when we were on break one day catching a quick smoke in the back of the warehouse. Her mouth looked so strange with her teeth out and she looked older than her thirty-seven years. She popped them back in her mouth almost immediately and I knew she had done it just to be completely honest. The strokes of the finger became deeper until I knew it was in me all of the way. Then two fingers were entering me and I moaned loudly. I could hear him breathing deep as he fingered me, spreading my cheeks apart with his other hand. It felt so good, something I had never experienced, and not something I expected...yet something I was enjoying and now a willing participant. I was gently rolled over onto my back. Now my dick was being rubbed, my shorts still partially on, the hand went up. Pass the water jug, please.”*A couple of nights later, Harry was lying on my bed, the sheets creased with our recent exertions. I was anxiously trying to sew the buttons back onto the shirt he’d impatiently torn off me.“God, you could be more careful,” I said resentfully. “I’m no good at fucking sewing.”“Here, I’ll do it.”He took the needle and thread from me and rather deftly replaced one button.“There’s like six more,” I said, both jealous and impressed.He held out his hand for them and I.