I loved Margaret. She loved me. Every year I gave her a Valentine Card in person. Every year she reacted as if I had given her something special, but ...hey were only cheap basic cards. My words were the same each year, a reminder of how special Margaret was for me. The c***dren found it amusing when they were young, and endearing when they were old enough to appreciate how much their parents loved each other that a simple card could produce so much response.Of course I told her that I loved her. He fed me breakfast in bed and treated me like his little king. One day at breakfast, he sat on the edge of the bed which wasn't unusual, but on this occasion he spilled my bowl of cereal all over me. He cleaned up the mess and told me to go to the bathroom and he would run a bath for me. I begged for a shower, but he said mom said no showers cause i was unsteady. I talked him into it and said you could help me out by holding me up and he agreed. As he got the shower ready and threw the. She was going to willingly accept his spewing load onto her face, and that would be the end of it.Donna looked up at her son, observing the way his face twisted itself into a mask of pleasure and determination. She could tell by his breathing that he was getting closer. As she watched him, their eyes met. Donna gave him a coy smile and bit her lower lip."Almost there?" Y... yeah..."His hand started working faster."Good. Give me a real big load, honey. You know you aren't supposed to do naughty. Sandra smiled affectionately at Wendy, implicitly letting her know that she was impressed with her progress. "You have more power with them than you realize. This might be a good time to push the envelope a little. First of all, recall that your first wedding anniversary is coming up."At that, I just laughed and rolled my eyes. Wendy hadn't grasped the full meaning of that remark, but Sandra quickly translated. Wendy's response was to bat her eyelashes at me and purr with a sultry smile, "How.