He filled two cups with beer and poured a hefty slug of the vodka he brought into one of the cups. That's the one he gave to Bessie.Bessie wasn't real...ly much of a drinker. It showed. She didn't notice the vodka in the beer.Within half an hour, the vodka and beer combo had loosened her up to the point Justin had been able to convince her to take another two shots of vodka from a shot glass. This was three slugs of spirit and a couple of beers. Bessie was rather pickled.'Geez, this music is loud'. After a few minutes all five guys whip their cocks out. I get on my knees like a good little girl waiting for these God's to have me taste them. One black cock after another starts poking all sides of my face - from the front, to the back. It's as If I am in BBC heaven! Before I could get the black cock in my face down my throat (or try to) one of the black girls pushes my head from going forward and grabs me from my hair. "Say please, Black Daddy, can I suck you're big black cock?"I notice the. "Ah, come on Brooke. Just a little bit. We won't hurt you." John looked her in the eye and nodded yes. Brooke let her pussy think for her. She stepped forward and again there was a hand on her breast as she set the first beer on the table. Four beers and four men copping a feel. Brooke felt wetness between her legs as she left the table and went to the couch to watch TV. Several minutes and several poker hands later the men called to her that it was time for another round of beers. . That day, as she strolled almost languidly down the aisle toward Bobby, was nothing like that. She looked like she was in no hurry, but covered the distance with remarkable speed.There were the inevitable tears that weddings seem to bring out. Many of the women shedding those tears had children sitting beside them who bore a marked resemblance to the groom ... with good reason.It was a small wedding, as weddings go, but every guest was special, either to the groom, or to the bride. Her best.