I let my wife walk around in bra and panties only more often and she didn’t mind that.After a while I started to take off her bra and let my wife wa...k around with her tits exposed, the kids liked that and started to touch them often and the servants, especially the male servants could not keep their eyes from her tits.My wife and I found it very exciting to expose our self to the servants like that and we liked it to take it further.I started to play with my wife’s tits openly, we did not care. Don't get me wrong - I had fantasized many times about that thin, 5'6" frame bent over my bed and her long dark hair in my hands - but that was just fantasy.She texted the other day with, "lunch?" So we went out.When we met up I was in a suit for work. She had the day off so she was in a blue tank top and cut-off shorts. Of course I let her go first when we were led to the table - a corner booth in our usual place. When she sat I caught a glimpse of her pink g-string.I thought she caught me. One of the cards had been filled to capacity for a couple of years and was kept locked up in a jewelry box with Ruthie's passport, ID cards, and her one credit card. The second card was still in the camera, but it was almost full. She inserted the older card and started going through the images she had taken of herself during the first three years she had been in high school. The oldest pictures on the card were ones of her with her cousins and a few of her that her mother had taken the year. She never spoke of his auntie Paulina. That was even more taboo than talking about his dad, Brendan Brinks. ‘She was such a beautiful child, but your grandfather’s family spoiled her rotten. She looked just like Francisco, bless his soul. Right down to his dark brown eyes.’ She looked lost in her own thoughts, a smile playing about her thin lips. He petted her hand some more and listened intently. Whatever she had to say was obviously important if she was dredging up the memory of his aunt.