Trashy Milf Beverly is my nickname in certain circles, so I have no idea why my one friend invited me to her daughter’s swank wedding at the country club. I’m a trailer park whore; I am not some sophisticated rich bitch. Her and I were high school BFFs. Both from the wrong side of the tracks. At some point, she married well and erased her white trash past. I know her secret, but would never rat her out. I don’t care what anyone does as long as they don’t judge me. My daughter helped me clean up. You can’t really polish a turd as my mom use to say, but I did look pretty swank for a trailer trash whore. The wedding was nice. I went solo as I had no dates who wouldn’t bust me out for being nothing but a whore. The reception was boring. Some big band type of music. Everyone was so stiff and stoic. Almost no one was drinking. I made friends with the bartender quickly. It was an open bar so why no one was boozing it up was beyond me. I guess I boozed it up too much. I went from classy broad to drunk girl fucking pretty quickly. My offspring would be so proud of me. My BFF not so much. I wasn’t really paying attention to what the young stud I started blowing was wearing. If I had been more attentive, I would have realized I was blowing the ring bearer. I was so fucked up I kind of thought he was just a midget. Nope. The youngest dude at the reception and my lips ended up on his hairless cock and balls. His mother wanted to call the cops on me, until the lad spoke up to his mother. I guess I was his new best friend and he was the heir to the family fortune. I blew a little Richie Rich! Guess mommy doesn’t want to be cut off, so I can blow Richie Rich whenever I want. Maybe I need to go to more rich folks’ parties after all.
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