Well, I was in my wheelchair.“Can I have a word?” he said. I sighed and nodded, reluctantly nodded.“Inside, I nodded toward the kitchen. “Beer...” He looked surprised. Well, I was thirsty. I rolled to the table and waited. He was back in half a minute.“It is what it is. You’re her daddy not me. I’m resigned to it,” I said.“But you’ve got it wrong,” he said.“Really. I’m her father not you and she, they, were celebrating Father’s Day with you. Kinda hard to get that one wrong.”“But you managed to. My eyes says it all. Please. I need it. I need to touch you, I need to hold you, I need to feel you. A smile spreads across your mesmerizing face, a hint of slyness from within. You like it when I plead to you. You readjust yourself, your pussy right in front of me, legs by the sides of my chest. Just out of reach. The scent of your arousal hits me, making my mouth water. I know you are just as turned on as I am. Your soft hand runs down your breasts to your belly, then slowly into your. Chris walked back in from the shop area and said, "All done, will that be cash or charge?"Linda stood up, walked to the counter and digging into her purse she said, "Damn, where did I put that darn checkbook?" Knowing she did not own a checkbook.Fumbling around inside her purse she said, "Well I sure hope that I find some money or I'll have to wash the dishes."Finally Linda stopped looking in her purse and looking up. She closed the purse and said, "It appears that I can not pay you what I owe.. They left the bathroom reluctantly and rejoined Marion in the bedroom. She could tell that they were in a state of euphoria and said to them that seeing Debbie caning Susan was one of the most erotic things she had ever seen. Susan showed Marion her striped palms and Marion told Debbie she had done a marvellous job and she had enjoyed every minute. The three of them hugged, kissed, thrashed around, screamed and cried with joy, it wasn't long before they entered sexual heaven.They lay back on.