Anyway, here's my slightly late New Year's story. But before I go, for all of you who asked about Delilah from the last story, she was based on a real...person, who is out there on the internet. SS06"Holy Shit! Something is going on," said Peggy loudly beside me.As we watched the dance floor, I wondered again what she was talking about. It seemed to me that Peggy just fuckin' talked too much. Everyone talked about New Year's resolutions. Perhaps the best resolution for me would be to stop. . I really enjoyed the roughness, the balls bouncing on my chin and my complete helplessness as I was used for his pleasure.I moaned on his cock in agreement, as he began fucking my face faster.He warned, a couple of minutes later, "I'm close," and began slamming into my willing mouth as hard as he could.I focused on his cock and on preparing for the big first load that was coming soon."Oh, fuck," he grunted, not slowing down at all as usual, and deposited his load right down my throat and into. No need to pay someone to tell me how to bend over."That was the only change in her, staying home with me and the kids. I was kind of glad she dropped out. It was bothering me ever since she told me the instructor put his hands on her. Until two months later when everything fell apart. I came home from work and she was pacing back and forth."My God, Judy, sit down. What's gotten into you?" Do you love me, Jeff? Do you really love me?"I got up off the couch and squeezed her tightly. "Of course I. She had been so afraid to confide in any of them that she knew it was too late now. Marriage was for life for their traditional way of thinking. A shelter? Sure, maybe. But what then? She had not finished college. John had made her quit in her senior year. She had never worked. He had not wanted his wife working. So what type of job could she get to support her children? And honestly, where could they go that was beyond his reach? And who said that anyone would even believe her now? Sure she.