Several years ago I attended a wedding with my date, my girlfriend (We’ll call her M) of several years. I wore a black suite, shirt, and tie while M wore a floor length dress; she was stunning. The ceremony was beautiful and it was wonderful to watch my friends proclaim their love for one another and tie the knot.
After the ceremony ended, the reception hall was still being set up so one of our friends mentioned they had homemade moonshine in the back of their car. So naturally we wandered out to the parking lot and began to drink. Eventually, the hall was ready and we attended the reception where the drinking and festivities continued. Every once in a while, we would all wander back to the parking lot to drink some of the moonshine. By the end of the night, M had plenty to drink for the two of us (I was DD) and was feeling particularly frisky. She kept trying to pull us into a bathroom to bang out a quickie, however, I fended off her advances. The wedding came to an end, we said our goodbyes, and we headed home.