I got the truck all cleaned out, pulled it in the garage and loaded the supplies.The girls came out to the garage, and I told them. “Strip ladies, n...t a stitch.”“You’re kidding ... a whole week without a stitch?” Wren said hesitantly.“Yep; bald assed naked!”“What are we to do if someone shows up?”“Shouldn’t happen; nobody is allowed to go up there and none of our friends know about the cabin.”“You’re sure?”“Yes.”The girls stripped naked and climbed into the back seat of my extended cab pickup;. She had worn heels before but only in play over short periods. The onesshe was wearing weren't high but they felt strange on her feet andpinched her toes. She was also unused to wearing formal skirts andblouses like this. The blouse had capped sleeves and ruffles down thefront. It was terribly unfashionable but she had to admit that it wasthe kind of thing a fifty year old woman might wear and that was whatshe was now.She tried to compare herself to the adults she knew to understand whereher. “I’ll take care of the party so just get her upstairs.”Robbie hesitated and looked back at him with a surprised expression. Like a deer stuck in headlights. He had no idea that the drinks had been spiked so this was a confusing moment.“Upstairs, to one of the bedrooms, what are you waiting for? I got my hands full here,” he instructed before he once more surveyed the situation. A couple guys stared at the drugged girls, so he started there and ushered the creeps out of the house. He certainly. She absolutely loves it and I, of course, am obscenely proud of my work.I'm very, very careful to never touch her inappropriately and she finds ways of showing her appreciation. At least once a week, she manages an occasion for us to screw each other into exhaustion and cap it off with a long soak in her spa. Of course, I would prefer far more frequent bouts but there's this thing about looking gift horses in the mouth. What our lovemaking lacks in frequency is made up for in quality.Dad is.