Steve and Tim stood next to me, Elizabeth and the other bridesmaids stood across the aisle from us, and we all were looking toward the back of the roo..., waiting. My mother was in the front row, wearing some long, loose, flowy robe thing. It certainly did nothing to hide anything, but it made her feel clothed, so it worked, I guess. Dad was wearing a matching poet shirt and what I guess what would be called Bahama pants. His head was on a swivel, the grin on his face and the tenting of his pants. She wouldn't allow it.Increasingly she placed her feet on the same paths as mine, hunted me, cornered me, forced us to come face to face so that she may impart her indefatigable cheeriness upon me. A turned head, a lowered gaze, mumbled responses; that is how I greeted her yet still she persisted. 'Good Morning' morphing into who, what, why, when, where, how, so that my monosyllabic yes and no were rendered redundant.I relented. Allowing my brittle shell to splinter, accepting that she just. “What do you think it means?” Vi asked her sister. Kathleen shook her head, for she had no idea whatsoever. She turned the cover open and flipped through the blank pages at the beginning until she found an introductory page. There only a couple lines on the page, so Kath read them aloud. “Within these pages, taken from trees overlooking His Valley, lies a strength unbound to this plane. Beware, novice or ignoramus who touches these pages, for you can be destroyed by them. Many acts may be. Damn youre hard as fuck. Boner much. I grab it and start to slowly stroke it up and down. Then i set it free. I go and lay back down in the same position i was in before. And with one foot, i start moving up your other thigh slowly untill im back to your crotch but this time im touching your bare naked dick with my foot. Im pressing against it hard now as i continue to massage it. Then with my other foot i grab it from the other side. Now its in between both my feet as i start to slowly stroke.