Adam knew he could count on us to look after and take care of his precious little girl. Though my wife and I had had a pretty hot sex life of our own ...during the early years of our marriage, recently, I was only getting pussy once a week and that was during our ‘Saturday night screw.’ She could still be a hot piece of ass when she wanted to be, but when I got horny any other time, Judy would scoff me, saying ‘Not till Saturday, Matt. You know the routine.’ That was the problem, we’d gotten too. “Are you OK?” one of the guys called out.“Yeah,” I replied, as I pulled myself up off the smooth concrete. I pulled my skirt down and grabbed the errant skateboard. As I walked barefoot up the curbed side of the bowl, my pussy ached to be pounded. I had put on quite a show. I sat down on the edge of the bowl, as the owner of the skateboard reclaimed his property. The flap of my short skirt could not be held in place, because of the wind. There was no hiding the fact that I was sans underwear.. I shook my head and tried to clear the multitude of thoughts that was coursing through it. With a great deal of effort, I managed to get ready, but by the time I made it down to the kitchen, Angela was already gone. One the refrigerator was a note from her."Dearest Master," it began. "I know that you are as confused as I am by what has happened over the past few days. But I want you to know that the very nature of what has happened to us has made me realize just how much I care for you. You. They had such fun putting it all up. It took days of fun to get it all up.But because they had their stockings right upon getting up, Bob had walked her blindfolded to the living room, nude.Then he moved her around the room and finally said, "Well, I think this is a good place to see what I have for you."Now wait just a second. I'll tell you when to take the blindfold off."Then Bob stepped away from her, she heard a click and Bob rushed back to her side and even through the blindfold she knew.