Within minutes, Joanne had climaxed and began returning the favour to Rebecca.The young Head of Music continued kissing, fondling and sucking Joanne�...s breasts before staring at Peter who was watching them. At that moment, Joanne rubbed her clit and she began moaning loudly with pleasure. Within minutes, the two women had collapsed in each other’s arms on the bed, continuing to play with one another.“Peter. Come here and lie next to Becky.” Joanne instructed.Peter Mitchell slowly removed his. I didn't even deserve her. She owes me nothing. Maybe we could still be friends. Maybe she'd let me snuggle her once in a while in between her hot college guys like Vincenzo, so I could pretend that it all wasn't just a beautiful dream.That's when I broke down crying for real. Hard and deep. My whole body shook with it. I pulled into my driveway and just let it all out, marveling at how only twenty minutes ago I was telling Steve how I would enjoy the beautiful experience for as long as I. Ms. Faber, our creative writing teacher, liked my ditty. I got an A on it. She wasn’t quite so fond of my narrative poem.“If you decide you’d like to submit this somewhere for publication, talk to me first,” she said. “I can show you how to cut half of it and not lose the sense.”Okay, so it was a little repetitive. That was part of the point. But the new assignment was going to kill me. We were supposed to write a personal essay based on a life experience. I couldn’t even think of a life. Anthea smiled as she studied the finished effect, noting that Darla looked every bit the happy bride that she was.Darla on the other hand was looking at Anthea, frowning at her bun and simple jewelry.She got up from the vanity and made Anthea sit down in her place."Do you think you can go to my wedding looking like that?" Darla admonished, freeing Anthea's beautiful hair from the confines of the bun and letting it fall free. The long, lustrous tresses framed Anthea's oval face and brought out.