Seven ... Six..." We stood up and put our arms around our spouses. We were in a line, with Jen right next to me, the guys on the outside."FIVE ... FOU... ... THREE ... TWO ... ONE..." As we had discussed, Jen and I quickly swapped places, and planted a huge kiss on our neighbor's lips as everyone in New York screamed, "HAPPY NEW YEAR!"None of us were paying any more attention to the TV, as the men's initial shock was quickly overcome by passion. Jen was already rubbing her jean-covered crotch. In this case, I wasn't even trying to sleep. I wanted to touch her more. Her arm was right on top of my hand outside of her shirt, and it was pressing my hand to her chest.I did what I could after a few minutes of holding her. I opened my grip, letting my fingers gently touch her skin. My fingers were softly touching her other breast, and after a moment I felt the weight of her arm lift. She was encouraging me. She wanted me to touch her, at that moment I knew it for sure! While she held her. “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!”“Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!”The red-haired woman continued her part of the punishment, again, targeting the older man’s fleshy bottom.“Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!”“Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!”“Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!”“Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!”Joanne Wilson did not say a word as she concentrated upon laying out her punishment as hard, and as severely,. Over the last four years, I had become a sounding board and friend of a former student of a colleague of mine. Brenda was a widow at twenty-two, and in her need to overcome grief and feel like a woman she desired affection and was promiscuous. Her looks and body type didn’t match those of my wife, although she was tall at five foot nine inches with a pretty face, slightly overweight, and busty. Aside from her looks, I was drawn to her frank and forthright personality. We met about once a week,.