Later I told Brett about our conversation and we both agreed to continue with our vows…meaning: no penetration…most but not all of our emotions we...re satisfied without that part. I confess I had urges beyond what we did…I didn’t tell Brett of my frustrations but I took care of them in another way. My body…my cunt…still ached for Brett but we had our vow…damn!A few weeks after the party, Bret and I went on a double date and drove to the beach. We had a couple six packs…we weren’t complete. It was supposed to be a bachelor party so Steph wouldn’t suspect anything. The participants were a bit unusual, though. The normal attendees included Linc’s best man Bernard, and groomsmen Thad, Rick Smith, Brad Jenkins, and Teddy Longwood. Fran Dykes would be there too. He was a friend of Linc’s and also happens to be the A/V guy for the wedding.The last participant was not a usual bachelor party participant and the gathering would be in his office - Pastor Wells. Linc had prepared the pastor. After talking with Simon, he told me that he was somewhat the head of all the help on the plantation. He had worked there for more than 20 years and was well accustomed to everything on the plantation. His stocky build 5’10’ frame and chiseled face told me that he was a ‘down to earth’ type of man even before he ever spoke a word. He told me that the plantation employed about 20 workers, some seasonal, some who lived in town, and some who lived in the small servant’s quarters, small houses of. Robert licked and lapped, probed and wriggled his tongue in her pussy trying to reach every drop of sweet juice he could reach. She tasted so wonderful, he didn't want to miss a single drop. As Robert made a meal of her drooling quivering pussy, Betty grabbed big handfuls of titmeat, mauling her enormous tits. She clawed at them with her long fingernails, she pinched the stiff nipples twisting them and pulling on them, all in an effort to speed herself to the inexorable orgasm. She knew this.