"Would I know anyway?" she asked."Part of you would know. You may search yourself now and find out." Jane said."Couldn't you direct that?" Susan asked..."I wouldn't, I have the power, but I could never do to another what I did to her." Jane replied."So why me?" Susan asked."Why you what?" Jane asked."Why love me?" Susan asked softly."That's something I didn't have any choice over. I fell for you the first instant that I saw you standing at the bus stop by my house. But I guess I was open to that.. I had to wear the dress again for the evening reception and was worriedabout smelling of sex but Henry, said not to worry, a little perfume onmy thighs would mask any smell of semen. "And, anyway, I'm sure 99% ofbrides get fucked by their husbands in their wedding dress betweenreceptions so I'm sure no one will raise an eyebrow!"I had to agree with him and I wouldn't have missed our first lovemakingsession for the world! However, I did try to clean myself up as best Icould, inserting a tampon. "Mrs. Peterson, don't," I protested trying to push her head away."Irma, let me. You'll love it," she said separating my legs and giving my cunt couple of licks."Ma'am, may I taste Miss Karen's pussy?" Anna asked."Sure," Mrs. Peterson said and buried her face between my thighs."OH ANNA," I heard Karen yell as Anna began to eat Karen's pussy."Oh Mrs. Peterson, no one has ever done this to me before. Oh, Jesus, go on it feels sooo good," I said placing my hands behind her head and pressing it. The creaking wheels don’t carry it far. I follow it, walking away from her. ‘You’re still mad.’ It’s not a question, more of an accusation. Her tone is incredulous. I walk faster. ‘I’m not mad.’ She follows me as I wheel the cart back toward the supply room. There are more books to be reshelved, standing in piles on the oak table. There are even more stacks of books waiting for rebinding, or page repairs. ‘I said I was sorry.’ She had said she was sorry. A dozen times. Two dozen. It didn’t.