“See how Lena winces as I pull and twist her nipples around?” He said looking at the class. Everyone nodded their heads as they looked at my nippl... that was being abused. He kept twisting and rolling it between his forefinger and his thumb as he continued to talk about how sensitive nipples get during breast feeding. I bit my lower lip not thinking that asking him to stop was an option. Finally, he released his grip on my raw nipple and stepped back to my side. “So, are there any question so. Of course my husband wanted to help her but I wouldn’t let him!’ We all had a good laughed. I did stay for about a half an hour and had a drink. I ask her if my wife danced with a black guy after I left. I was told there was no black guy around. When I got up to the room Judy was sound asl**p. I did not want to wake her up. I got undressed and crawled into bed. Judy had nothing on so I cuddled up to her back. She slightly opened her eyes, gave me a kiss and went right back to sl**p. The next. He did not return to her shoulder but lowered his hand to her exposed breast. As he kissed her, his fingers traced light circles on her breast, starting around her nipple and slowly expanding outward. When he would reach the outer edge of her, he would place his whole palm over her breast and squeeze gently. She moaned into his mouth. Her hand reached behind his head with one hand and pulled him tightly to her as he squeezed her breast. She could feel the warmth spreading along her skin as she. For the next half hour, they hung out with their other friends. Each downed a succession of drinks, each drink more potent than the last. Then it was back to the dance floor. Before long, it was time for more drinks. Another return to dancing. Another return to drinks.By this time, Emerald was certainly feeling a little lightheaded. Although she had probably had the least amount of alcohol among everyone, what she had choked back was really beginning to affect her. She wasn’t used to.