The third installment about true events that happened over three days in June. made a few grammar changes I've caught
It was the evening of the day two. Tomorrow my best friend was getting married and I was her maid of honor. Her male maid on honor who at that point has already banged a bridesmaid in the back of a car and fucked the wedding planner in the bridal suite. Both these events are described in previous installments and I highly recommend you read both (Links Below). They are entirely true and happened over three days this June.
We were all gathered around a roaring fire. Twenty-five plus chairs full of people who had come to my best friends wedding held at some kind of weird sex camp. At least it was for me. Yet at that point we were all just relaxing while half drunk. Bridgette, the wedding planner, had turned in early. We'd made no plans for me to sneak into her cabin. Possibly because she was sharing with the grooms older sister. And Morgan… Where was Morgan? Hah. Who was I to think that she'd packed small trove of sex toys just for me. Fly high you sexual Eagle.