"Who witnesses for Angela Marie Scott?" She asked.Angela's aunt matron answered; "We, her aunts witness for Angela. Through our guidance and instructi...n she has undergone the Rite of Passage and stepped across the threshold into womanhood."Again from the shadows came another male voice saying; "I also witness for Angela." Into the light stepped the priest who I had seen the last time I'd been here. He was a relatively unimposing looking man who appeared to be somewhere in his thirties with. She craved his reassuring touch. How could he deny her? How could he deny himself? Even if she hadn’t asked, he would still have stayed. He needed her as much as he needed to breath. ‘There is no force strong enough to make me leave you tonight.’ Damien cupped her face in his hands and looked deep in her eyes. ‘I love you, Leigh.’ And then he kissed her. It wasn’t an urgent kiss, no, he kissed her tenderly. After the day’s event he knew the last thing she needed was to feel rushed, pressured.. Soon a good three inches of my thick shaft was sticking out the side of my shorts. I pretended I didn’t realize it but I soon found mom looking over at it. She was starting to get aroused as I noticed she was having trouble sitting still. “Wow mom, that Kim Basinger is so sexy, almost as sexy as you.” I said. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see her right hand softly caressing her pussy. She was moving her fingers so slowly and so little that I could barely tell what she was doing. Her. "Have fun, babe."I smile broadly as I whisper back, "I will."Their dark eyes are focused on my face as I nod towards the door, which causes their mouths to open a little wider. I head to the door and hope they are close behind, since my audience deserves something special. It is a little chilly out, but I don't mind one bit for what I have planned. They quickly join me and I can see their breath as they exhale in the excitement.I turn and grin at both of them with a voice that does not conceal.