Dad, I sensed you needed some help? Sarah and I would like to offer our assistance. If you’d like it?”“Oh ladies, you have no idea. Can you real...y help me?” I asked as their wonderful giggles began soothing my soul.“Lenny, you’ve been the father to me that my own never was.” Sarah said, “It’s my turn to show you how much that means to me. Mary and I both love you and will never abandon you, any more than we ever would Charlie. Especially in your time of need.”“Could the two of you join us for. Did you ... damn ... what did you ... oh, crap." It's okay, sis, everybody gets, you know ... I do it myself ... well, not the same way ... but its okay, I underst ... I'm not going to tell, if you're worried. I do it too." Oh, Jase, I'm just so ... I can't believe this ... you must have seen ... god, I don't believe this ... I'm so..." It's really okay. I do it too and I understand."I'm standing there with a raging hard-on and can't wait to go do something about it when she says, "You must. She obeyed and waited, and then she heard the ‘swish’ but was still surprised when it snaked across her bottom, both cheeks receiving an equal searing as the thin cane traced a line across its whole width. The breath sucked out of her with a long squeal and the heat radiated down to her core. Another followed quickly and seemed to land in exactly the same place as the first, two more swished across her and she was up on her feet, hands cupping her throbbing lower curves. The heat from the cane. I wave my arm and Darryl came over. "This is my husband Darryl," I said. They shook hands and Chris sat down as Darryl returned to what he'd been doing.Once Chris saw that he was in relatively safe hands, he relaxed a bit and we had a great conversation. We talked about a lot of things including the insane amount of affection that some people had for their cars. Chris even showed me way too fucking many pictures of his Mustang back home.I noticed that the bimbettes were not pleased by the fact.