I got back on my hands and knees on the bed with a hand mirror and tried to get an idea of what little Rickie had seen, oh my god. My breasts were ha...ging down in full view. I reproduced the effort of swaying back and forth like I had been while pulling my drunk hubby and my breasts were slapping each other silly back and forth. What’s more depending on the angle of the mirror it was entirely possible that my son may have actually seen some hair sticking out down there. I had not yet developed. I could tell Mandy was happy and Caroline and Mandy giggled andwhispered as Daddy went on and on about me being part of the family. Hesaid it was set then and he had a mover go pack my things that week andmove all my belongings into the basement so I could figure out what Iwanted to keep and what I wanted to give away. It was almost like myfuture life had been decided for me. Honestly, it was quite a rush.The next few months flew by and I shared Jeff's bed with him on aregular basis. He was. My wife and I arrived in New Orleans the Friday before Fat Tuesday; we spent four days enjoying the food, drinks, and parades building up to Fat Tuesday’s celebration. On Tuesday, we awoke early, had breakfast, showered, and went into the French Quarter. It was late morning but we started celebrating early. The Quarter was already crowded and people were partying feverishly. My wife had prepared for the day’s festivities wearing a skirt without panties and a loose blouse that easily let her. I wonder if I will ever forget this code and why it was chosen? My cheeky mind turns to whether it relates to 7 enjoying 69, but this thought passes quickly as I remember I was instructed to remove my clothes, all of them. I take off my jacket and apricot silk shirt, folding them neatly and placing them for nw next to the leather box. My skin feels the slightly chilling temperature of the air surrounding me, as I unzip my skirt and step out of my shoes. My everyday bra and panties feel very.