Come On Grandpa- Fuck Me- File

Frank lowered the remote. "You mean that?"

"That's good," he admitted. "That's real good." Come on grandpa- fuck me-

"We had imaginations ," Frank said, wiping sweat from his brow. "We had boredom. And boredom, kiddo, is the mother of invention. You get bored enough, you build a rope swing. Or you learn to whistle. Or you talk to the old man next door, and he shows you how to carve a wooden duck." Frank lowered the remote