Arriving at the hospital was probably more traumatic for me than Charlie. It was the same one where, nearly six years ago, Caity and I had been given ...he bad news of our parents’ deaths. Thankfully, this time, the news was very much better. Ruth had a concussion from being hit with a frying pan but had no serious injuries. The only time Charlie let go of my hand the whole time we were there was when he was allowed to see his mum.When we heard that Ruth was to be kept in hospital overnight, I. Then I made my best mistake, I went to the bathroom alone. So I'm finishing up in there and as I turn to leave, in she comes with a friend of hers and I knew in an instant that this was it.She didn't even say anything just smacked me straight in the face, I hit the floor and was dizzy. What a punch! Next thing I know she's on top of me, straddling my chest and using her knees to pin my arms down, her friend was holding my legs, so I couldn't kick out. She was pulling my hair and hitting me all. That must be the positioning frame Mistress Carol had mentioned earlier. I guess muscles don't control erections because I could feel my cock responding to what I was experiencing. It was hard and erect. My mind was exploring the sensations of life in the Iron Lung when I became aware of a new sensation. Something was tugging at my breasts and cock. Each time as pressure began to drop in the tank and air was sucked into my lungs my breasts were being sucked into the forms they had strapped over. My mind was whirling but my base instincts were humming, full and satisfied and racing ahead to the next time, and the next.There must have been a small look on my face.Carol got up on her knees and held me, kissing my neck, my nipples, my shoulders, her hands running over my back.“Daddy, that was soooo good. I love you so much.” She whispered.I wrapped my arms around her softness as well and pulled the beautiful girl in tight.“Who is that, Baby?” I heard John say.“My Daddy.” said Carol.