"Madeline was sitting up when Sheila walked in. Instead of the mask, she had small tubes in her nose. Sheila went to her, kissed her cheek, and said, ...Hi, lady. How you doin'?" I don't like this place. They treat me like a patient. Doctor says this. Nurse says that. I'm tired of it."Sheila said, "You have a choice. You come home with me or you stay here or you go to a nursing home." You'd take me in?" I know it will be hard on both of us, but I can't stand the thought of your being here or in a. As I would pull back, she would take a sharp breath followed by a longer weak inhalation. These were punctuated by groans as the edge of my cock head glanced off every fold in her colon on the way out. As I repeated this for a few minutes, occasionally I would feel the vibrator roar to life in her pussy, either from a slap on the ass, or a higher pitched scream from her pretty mouth. As she slowly got used to this process of searing pain, pleasure in her pussy, and a sense of fullness, I. They're at a vulnerable age, I think. I want them to feel secure and I want them to feel a part of the family decision-making." Sounds like a sensible idea, but let me give you a bit of advice from someone who's been there. Don't smother them. They value their independence and each year they get the reward of a bit more when trust is there. It's very important that they know the rules, but it's also important that they get a chance to make some decisions for themselves. They won't always be. I love you with all my will." I extended my hand, touching her peachy skin as lightly as I could, feeling the warmth and electric charge that nothing else in the world possessed. "Why won't you believe me?" You are fooling yourself." I was shaking now, my legs refusing to be still; I forced them to, as much as I could, hoping that Vivian would not notice my nervousness. I almost backed up then; but something in me—either the desire, or the fear of losing her, or maybe just a senseless attempt.