I picture security singling her out for the X-ray machine, her legs and arms spread as the security guy grins at her amazing rack in the monitor. Yeah..., she’ll get pulled out of line. My mind rifles through a thousand scenarios: anything where I can talk to her again.We’re at the food table. She’s avoiding carbs. I’m talking about how amazing the room is - five bedrooms. Get gutty; ask if she wants a tour. That’s a pretty clear message, right? She says sure. Then she sees her husband in line for. He pressed harder into my tit and pulled and yanked on it, then he brought it up to our faces, so we could both see my nipple. Looking into my eyes, he encircled my rigid nipple, and bit down on it with his teeth.I shrieked with pain/pleasure. The pain shocked me. But what shocked me more was that I liked it."Make it feel better," he said to me, placing my tit right in my face.I gently tongued my nipple, then drew it in my mouth and gently sucked it. I do this all the time, but I always thought. It is fine how you were dressed. See what I just wrote came outwrong, like I said I am not the best with words.You ran back in your room before I could say anything, I understandwhy.You felt shame and you shouldn't, you did nothing wrong. How societylooks upon how you were dressed forced you to feel emotions which youshould not feel. You need to know that you were doing nothing wrong.I did not follow for I was weak. Yes your old man can be weak. I wasweak for I knew no matter what action I took. This fine day I came home before her and grabbed the paper and headed out to the balcony. I got settled with the morning paper on the chaise lounge. A few minutes later the new neighbor came out on her deck.“Hi.” I said, being friendly“Hi, “ she returned the greeting.She is much taller than my wife and has dark long hair. She was wearing a very small bikini. She also lay out and got comfortable. After a while she un did her top and slid down the strings to avoid a tan line.I got up to grab.