I was needy but not for a good cry. As I started to disengage to go to the bathroom, I realized if I had to go, she probably did too, but was too scar...d to let go. Rather than make a big deal out of it, I pulled her up and led her to the bathroom, gently tugged her boxer briefs down and guided her onto the commode, saying, "Go ahead," and stepped out to give her some much needed privacy.I heard her flush and when she came out to wash her hands, I went in and did the same.Constance was waiting. ? Pam smiled as she watched the othergirls singing Christmas songs while they pretended to build toys.As Wilson put down his list of good child names, he pretended towalk from one room of his imaginary castle to another.?Ho-Ho-Ho.? Santa Wilson cried. ?I see we are ahead in our toymaking this year, my little elves.? ?Hard at work, Santa.? Joan said as the girls began their routinearound Wilson?s padding made belly of jelly. When they weredone with the act it would be time for Pam to finish his. Thank you and she hold my both hands and hugged.We drove towards our picnic place on my scooter. I was driving the scooter slow and talking, chatting,laughing and teasing . Now she was in mood and happy. I was feeling her boobs touch during driving. I was feeling her touch good. Her boobs are really big and soft.We took lunch around 130 and brought some snacks and drinks. I was feeling her boobs pressed with my back. Now the road was little rough . I was driving the scooter slow even she was. The point is she will do anything — anything! — to increase Dad's enjoyment. What it may cost her to do it has nothing to do with anything. You see the night was a smashing success from Mom's point of view, too. She had increased his fun. The price she paid in agonizing pain just did not get on the scale."She looked at her parents and asked, "Do you remember, Dad?"Jim replied, "I sure do, pumpkin. And thank you, darling, for helping your mother even if I was too damned dumb to know she needed.