Father Thomas sat in the small cubicle of the confessional, listening to the confession of the lovely Miss Diane Beinert.  As Diane had been a member of the church from her youth, Father Thomas had watched the pretty little girl turn into a most beautiful young woman.  Now a lovely young woman, at age 22, with long red hair and porcelain white skin.   Father Thomas could picture the lovely woman who stood only at 5’3”, whom he towered over in his 6’ frame.

Never had any woman given Father Thomas a lewd nor sinful thought since he took his vows nearly forty years ago.  But, all that ended a year ago when the lovely Ms. Beinert returned home from college.  Now a matured young woman, she was even more beautiful than ever.  And the beauty did not escape the eyes of the Holy Father.  But Father Thomas’ thoughts were far from holy when he greeted the young woman, holding her soft hand in his, feeling the powerful stirrings generating between his loins.  Never had the Good Father experienced such an awesome feeling.  How he wanted to hold her soft white hand forever and wondered if the lovely beauty was so soft and tender throughout her lovely body.

In the past year, Father Thomas began to have lewd and lustful thoughts every time he got a chance to see the lovely beauty.  And then it continued at night, when he would dream of the lovely young woman, wishing he could possess her for himself.  Then, his dreams led further, causing the Good Father to sin repeatedly as he resorted to relieving himself by masturbating his pulsating cock.

Then just last week, Father Thomas did the unthinkable.  Before entering the confessional, he had observed the object of his lust sitting in the pew.  When she entered and spoke, he recognized her sweet young voice immediately.  He listen intently as the beautiful young woman explained that her boyfriend had just proposed to her and she had accepted.  Then there was silence.  Breathing hard, Father Thomas asked “Have you sinned with your fiancé, my child?”, hoping to hear a negative response.  Diane’s sweet voice was obviously nervous and hesitant in her response “I ….....…I ….....….I let my boyfriend touch my breast for the first time after he proposed last week.  I…..........…I also touched him …..........……I ...............I ......”  “Don’t be afraid to tell me, my child, I have heard everything in this confessional.  Tell me exactly what happened” he reassured her.

“Well, Father, I was so happy after accepting his proposal that I let things get carried away a bit” she confessed.  “Did you and your boyfriend have intercourse?” came the Good Father’s question.  “Oh, no, no, Father.  I’ve never had intercourse.  Not with my boyfriend, not with anyone!” she blurted in response.  Meanwhile, on the other side of the confessional, the Good Father’s robe was tenting in hearing the response, which told him she was still pure and virginal.

Hearing a shuffling on the other side of the confessional, Diane paused in puzzlement.  “Please continue, my child.  Give me all the details of what happened last week, so then I will be able to absolve you of all your sins, my child” she heard the priest’s commanding voice.  Still, Diane was hesitant, ashamed to telling anyone of how she had sinned.  “I ….well, after Michael proposed and I accepted ……..........well, we began to kiss and ……..........…….I let him touch me ……….!” Diane stammered.  “Please continue ……................all the details, my child!” Father Thomas spoke firmly.

“I …...........….I let him touch my breasts, father!  I …............…couldn’t ….........…I didn’t stop him, father!” Diane choked back.  “Be calm, my child, do not fret!  Everything is fine!  Please continue so that I may give you absolution.  Did you allow Michael to put his hands under your clothing? ” Father Thomas asked.  “Y-y-yes, Father, I let him caress and play with my breasts.  Oh, Father, I’m so ashamed!” Diane sobbed.  “There, there, my child …...............…all is fine, do not worry!” the Good Father reassured her.

“Did anything else happen, my child?  Tell me everything that happened.  I am here to listen.  Do not be alarmed ………take your time, I shall not interrupt you further.” Father Thomas advised.  Diane was relieved the Good Father was so understanding, she had pondered the entire week on confessing her sins, not thinking that Father Thomas would be so understanding “Well ……….................well, Father, I touched Michael also …..............….touched him for the first time ever.  I …....................I put my hand on his bare penis.  And …................and, Father, I stroked it with my bare hand …….............……I kept stroking it …......…….and ……...........…and then it spurted all over his parents’ sofa.  Oh, Father, I’m so ashamed!” she sobbed.

After a couple moments of silence, Father Thomas advised the lovely bride-to-be that she needed to keep her virtue intact till the wedding was formalized.  He advised her that she must try to abstain from physical pleasures.  But he understood the weakness of the flesh.  That should she sin again, she should not be ashamed to confess her sins to him and then made her promise to see him if she did sin again so he could absolve her of her sins.   He then gave her a number of Hail Marys to say that evening and gave her absolution.

Diane was so thankful and expressed her appreciation to Father Thomas, for listening and understanding.  When Diane left the confessional booth, Father Thomas leaned back in his seat and took a deep breath.  He then panted in his exhaustion.  He had to take a break.  Had to get away and change into a new robe.  The robe he wore was totally soiled and saturated, soaked from the biggest load of cum he had ever generated by stroking his cock.  While the beautiful Diane Beinert was confessing all the details of her sins, the Good Father had been picturing that it was his cock that Diane’s petite white hand had been stroking till she made it explode.  And explode it did, causing the Good Father to bite his lip to keep from groaning as he sprayed the inside of his holy robe.

That night while sitting on the sofa, Father Thomas relived the afternoon in the dark confessional, hearing Diane’s sweet voice and description of what had taken place.  How he wished he could have been the one to touch her lovely breasts and have her tiny hand shucking his pulsing old cock instead of having to use his own fist.  Then the Good Father’s cock spurted a huge stream of holy fluid, like a volcano erupting.  Closing his eyes, Father Thomas tried to picture the lovely Diane Beinert being stripped of all her clothing.  Dreamt of how it would feel to be the man in her life, the man to take her virginity.  He licked his thick lips, wishing his lips could taste the nectar from between her sweet loins.  But he knew he would never be allowed to have such an unthinkable pleasure.

For the next six weeks, Father Thomas had only seen the object of his lust during regular services.  Once he had seen her entering the confessional where another priest was and despair set in wishing he was the priest in there.  But Diane’s confession time was quite short, giving the Good Father a sigh of relief in knowing that she obviously had nothing of interest to tell the other priest.  On this day, he observed the beauty in the pew again with a bit of concern on her face, causing him to lick his lips as he entered the confessional.  His cock twitched in anticipation of hearing her confession.

When Diane did enter the confessional, she would have been shocked to know that Father Thomas was already waiting for her.  Waiting in the adjoining booth with his fist wrapped around his thick old cock, jerking it slowly till it was rock hard.  “Father, I have sinned again.  I waited till you were hearing confessions, since you are so understanding and know what occurred, the last time I confessed to a sin of this nature.  I don’t know why I let it happen, Father.  I told myself to behave before going out with Michael but we had such a good time on the date that I let things get carried away again.  I …................I feel to evil for what I did …….I …..............…..I…...................” Diane began to stifle a sob.  “There, there, my child …….................…nothing is so bad that you cannot tell me.  I will understand.” Father Thomas reassured her, eagerly anticipating what sin she had performed.

“Well, Father, I allowed Michael to but his hands under my clothing and let him fondle my breasts again.  And I also touched his bare penis again.  But ………but ……........….this time ….........…” Diane could not finish her sentence.  “Go on, my child” came the reassuring voice.  “This time ……..........….this time Michael forced my head down.  I tried to push away but he was so strong.  Father, he forced his penis into my mouth” Diane sobbed.  “And …..........…..and, Father, he shot his filth into my mouth!” she stammered.  “Ohhhhh, my child!” groaned the Good Father, as his old cock sent a geyser of hot white lava up into the air.

“There, there, my poor child.  Rest assured that you were forced to perform that last act and that would not be considered a sin.  It is Michael who sinned, by forcing you to perform that act, my child” he reassured her.  “Oh, I still feel so ashamed for having done such a thing.  I never thought Michael would expect me to do something so filthy.  Perhaps I should give him his ring back and call off the wedding, Father.” Diane advised.  “My child, the pleasures of the flesh should be enjoyed but only when you are joined in holy matrimony.  You should not do such a drastic thing, especially if you love Michael, but merely put off intimate acts till after the wedding.” Father Thomas advised, not wanting the young beauty to break off her relationship for then there would be no further confessions such as this.

“Oh, thank you, Father!  You are so understanding, I knew you could counsel me.  It was so horrible, Father, never had I tasted anything so awful.  I still love Michael though, I know he just got carried away.  But I guess he learned his lesson too, Father …........…..I …….......…….well……..........…” Diane paused.  “ Go on, my child, go on!” Father Thomas advised, still stroking his shrinking old cock.  “Well father, we were in Michael’s car at the time.  When he made me do that awful thing to his penis, I threw up all over him.  It took him days to clean up the filthy mess!” she advised.  “Well, my child, it appears that Michael has also paid for his sins.” Father Thomas advised, giving the lovely woman a small number of Hail Marys for her absolution.

Premarital classes were attended by the loving couple, with Father Thomas meeting with them on each occasion.  How he envied the young man, wishing it was his own cock that had been forced between Diane’s lovely pink lips.  He wouldn’t care if she threw up all over him, it would be an even more exciting event in itself to have the lovely Diane Beinert unable to hold down his load of thick cum.  To make her so horrified by forcing her to take his creamy load that his old balls could churn up.

Three weeks before the scheduled wedding for Ms. Diane Beinert and Mr. Michael Osborne, while Father Thomas was at his desk, the church secretary came in to secure his approval of allowing someone to come into the church the next evening.  As the church had no events that next evening, the spare key would need to be released to that person.  In questioning the secretary, Father Thomas learned that it was Miss Diane Beinert who wanted to view the church for the wedding preparations.  Apparently she wanted to do some measurements for the amount of ribbons to order and to be certain on the amount of flower arrangements for the corner of the pews leading down to the alter.  The Good Father readily gave his approval to release the key to Diane.

That night, Father Thomas tossed and turned in his bed, wide awake with his lusting thoughts of the beautiful Ms. Diane Beinert.  How he wanted to be close to the young beauty.  And he knew she was going to be alone in the church the next evening.  A devious thought entered his mind, wishing that somehow he had possession of that ‘date rape’ drug that he had read about.  But he had never encountered the drug nor did he have the faintest idea where it could be obtained.  Furthermore, how would he administer the drug even if he did get.   All this going through his mind, stroking his cock, while picturing the lovely beauty in his mind.

Having shot his load and fallen asleep, the Good Father suddenly awoke.  He must have been dreaming of the lovely beauty in his sleep.  It was like an inspiration from above that hit him.  He had taught high school biology two years ago when the nearby Catholic high school had run short of teachers.  Of the items he had taken from the classroom to store at the church, should he again be called upon to teach biology, was a bottle of chloroform.  He had obtained it to put small animals and insects permanently to sleep, prior to conducting necessary dissections for the biology class.  A cloth dampened with that liquid would easily put the lovely Diane out like a light and wouldn’t harm her if removed once he got her into the unconscious state.  Quickly, he got up and went to the storage room to obtain this precious liquid.

That evening, after work and doing some shopping, Diane stopped at the church as planned.  Not having gone to the church at night before, she was unaware that it was darker than normal, a couple light bulbs had been loosened so it would not come on when the automatic switch kicked in.  In the darkness, Diane had trouble seeing exactly where the keyhole was and all her concentration was focused on opening the door.  Just as she inserted the key and opened the door, a damp rag and forceful hand covered her nose and mouth.  She tried to scream as another arm held her tight against her attacker.  Three frantic attempts to breathe and scream cause her world to start spinning about and her strength waned quickly from her petite body.

Assured that his victim was out from the chloroform, the Holy Father carried this lovely virgin to the alter.  She would be the virginal sacrifice to the Gods.  Turning on the spotlights above the alter, Father Thomas gazed upon the lovely beauty.  His hands trembled as he removed her trim white heels, revealing her lovely feet, which he began caressing and then slid his hands up her long ivory legs.  He then turned Diane to the side so he could undo the zipper to her light yellow dress.  He then dragged the dress off her shoulders, stripping it down and off her entire body to drop onto the floor.  The unconscious beauty was now clad only in a matching pair of light yellow bra and panties, with the Good Father panting in anticipation.

In a moment, the lovely Ms. Diane Beinert lay upon the alter in her full glory.  Father Thomas thanked the Lord for providing him with this exquisite morsel for his pleasure, for having served the church so well in the past forty years.  It was only fitting that he had some physical pleasure of his own and this virginal bride-to-be was the woman of his dreams.  Then a kiss to the sweet pink lips of the unconscious beauty, delving his thick tongue into her sweet mouth.  Moving down slowly, Father Thomas paid homage to the soft pink nipples, sucking at the tender flesh and nipping the sensitive nipples with his teeth.  And then to taste the sweet nectar of her hidden treasure, where the Good Father would be the first to sample this sweet virginal treasure.

The Holy Father stood back to gaze upon the lovely beauty, as he prepared to make her a true woman.  In a moment, he had removed all of his clothing and climbed onto the alter, shuffling up between Diane’s long white legs.  Laying his heavy pudgy body on the petite beauty, Father Thomas took a deep breath to savor the unbelievable feeling.  Reaching down he moved his rock hard cock up and down in search of the treasure it sought.  He gasped as the soft slick lips parted a bit to allow entrance to the tip of his drooling cockhead.  He had now found the entrance to the golden gates to heaven.  He had to hold himself still for fear of erupting prematurely.

Then the thick cock was pushed forward, meeting an extremely tight resistance, then the pudgy old priest give a loud groan as his cockhead was fully enveloped by the tight grip of the bride-to-be’s vagina lips.  The petite beauty was now having her lovely untouched body violated by the very priest whom she had come to trust with her most intimate confessions.

Pumping back and forth, the Holy Father forced four thick inches of his pulsing cock into the lovely young woman, whom he had spent so much time dreaming of.  Then he gasped, feeling a barrier that prevented him from further entry.  A few more thrusts and still he could make no headway.  Pausing, Father Thomas realized that he was encountering the precious prize that this lovely woman was preserving for her loving Michael. The prize that she had planned on surrendering three weeks from now, to the groom on their wedding day.  “Oh, thank the Lord!” Father Thomas muttered at his good fortune.  Rearing back, grasping tightly onto Diane’s trim white hips, he slammed forward with all his might.  “Awwwww …..............…awwwwwwwwww ................................ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” he groaned as he broke through the hindering barrier.

Laying upon the soft white body, Father Thomas was buried to the hilt of his throbbing cock.  His pulsing cock felt engulfed in a warm wet tunnel, then he felt a warm wet dampness where he was joined to the raped beauty.  As the sticky wetness spread through his pubic hair area, he raised up to slowly withdraw his pulsing cock.  He gasped as he observed the bright red blood that matted his pubic hair and covered his thick cock.  He had stolen and destroyed the lovely bride-to-be’s precious jewel that she had saved all her life for her wedding night.

So excited in the pleasures of possessing a woman for the first time ever, Father Thomas was on the verge of cumming.  He held absolutely still for fear of unleashing his pent-up balls prematurely.  After several moments of keeping absolutely still, the Good Father stemmed the urge to unleash his holy fluid.  Grasping the trim hips again, Father Thomas began to fuck away at the lovely bride-to-be.  Unaccustomed to the thrill of the fuck, it took only about 20 rapid-fire plunges and withdrawals before the pudgy old priest gasped and kept his cock deeply buried in the tight vice, erupting his holy fluid deep in the once virginal womb.  Exhaustion set into his pudgy body as the Holy Father fell asleep on the lovely woman, his cock still oozing its holy fluid into her womb.

Twenty minutes later, a startled Father Thomas awoke as the lights to the church came on.  In his total exhaustion from the exhilarating fuck, he had not heard the door to the church open.  He glanced around and realized he had literally been caught with his pants down.  Caught with his cock still buried in the unconscious bride-to-be.  Caught right in the act of raping this lovely woman.  He groaned as his life passed before his eyes, realizing the shame he had brought to the church and the humiliating future of a trial and the rest of his life in jail.

“Oh, my God, Father!” exclaimed Amos Simpson.  Normally old man Amos came to clean-up the church during the days.  As the janitor, he had a set of keys to all the church doors and adjoining buildings.  Obviously the Good Father had forgotten his request last week to do the cleaning this evening verses the day, due to a youth baseball game that his grandson was playing in.  He couldn’t believe his eyes, seeing the ugly fat body of the Holy Father laying atop the beautiful Diane Beinert.  He himself had lusted for this lovely beauty, whom he knew would soon be wed in this very church.  Amos couldn’t believe the old priest had done what he himself only dreamt of doing, raping this beautiful young morsel.

Approaching the alter, Amos looked at Father Thomas, who could only stare at him with his mouth open.  Taking in the entire sight before him, Amos smiled at the Holy Father “My God, Father!  You copped the little bitch’s cherry!  Relax, Father, don’t have a heart attack!  This will be a secret between just you and me.” Amos reassured him.  Amos watched as Father Thomas turned to his side, his bloody cock popping out of the once virginal young woman.  "C'mon, Father, help me carry her down to the floor where there's more room for all of us!" Amos advised.

“Okay, now move up above her head, Father!” Amos advised the old priest as they had placed the bride-to-be at the foot of the alter.  As the pudgy priest obeyed the command, Amos quickly disposed of his clothing.  Amos looked younger than Father Thomas, but in reality was 5 years older at the age of 65.  His janitorial job at the church had him doing all sorts of odd jobs and really kept him in good physical shape.  He began to stroke his long black dong while looking at the lovely white body of the unconscious Ms. Diane Beinert.  ‘God, even though he missed copping her precious cherry, he was going to bury his ole black cock deep in her fertile womb, far deeper than what the Good Father could do.’

Father Thomas watched with his mouth open, astounded at the size of the janitor’s black cock.  ‘My God’, he thought ‘It’s twice as long and twice as thick as mine!’  ‘Oh, this poor little child will die from that big cock ……..he’ll definitely ‘ruin’ her with it!’  He continued to watch as Amos grasped the unconscious Diane by her hips.  The black hands on her lily white hips caused Father Thomas’ cock to twitch in excitement.  He realized that Amos was intent, as he had been, on raping this lovely young woman.  He watched the young beauty lying at the foot of the alter and realized that that would be the exact stop she would be kneeling when he blessed the bridal couple.

Amos grasped both of Diane’s trim ankles, one in each hand, spread her long ivory legs apart and upward into a ‘V’.  “Come closer, Father, hold her legs for me!” Amos advised the stunned priest.  Amos grinned as he watched Father Thomas shuffle forward to take over holding the wide spread legs.  Amos laughed as he saw the Good Father look down to realize that his shrunken old cock now lay just above the beauty’s pink lips.  “Yeah, Father, let have a taste of your holy cock!” Amos laughed, watching the priest’s cock begin to coat the pink lips in a clear glossy film of filth.

Then Amos set about to breed the beautiful young bitch.  His first stab into the unconscious beauty brought a gasp of pain from her lips, which opened enough to admit the drooling cock of the Holy Father.  “Ah, God, she’s so fucking tight!” he exclaimed to the watching priest “Oh, God, Father, when this little bride-to-be is comes to the alter again, a little baby’s going to be growing in her sweet white tummy.  Wonder if it’ll be a holy baby or one from this black devil of a cock, huh, Father?”  Old Amos had his share of women in his lifetime.  But, never had he ever fucked such a pure and innocent white bitch.  And the thought of him laying a black bastard baby in her womb was just too much, especially with the Holy Priest holding her trim legs apart for the sacrifice, to save his own ass.

Amos began to fuck with long fast strokes, burying his black cock deep into the fertile womb.  What an obscene fuck this made for the humping black janitor, never had he ever participated in such a mind-blowing situation.  Here lay an unconscious white beauty on the foot of the very alter where her wedding would soon take place, the priest to marry her holding her innocent legs spread wide so the church’s black janitor could rape her.   Finally, buried to the hilt, excited beyond belief from this obscene fuck, Amos unleashed a pint full of hot black baby jism where it could do the most damage.  He looked up to see the Good Father as he also gave a grunt, filling the bride-to-be’s mouth with his slimy communion wine.

Having cum twice, Father Thomas was totally exhausted.  But he was still excited at watching the lovely Diane being raped by old Amos, the contrast of his jet black body on Diane’s petite ivory body had his shriveled old cock twitching and drooling. Rushing to the nearby study, he obtained the church’s camcorder to record this memorable event.  He recorded the black janitor again stick his long black cock, streaked with blood stains, back into the now well-stretched womanhood of the unconscious young beauty.  He recorded the long hard fuck and Amos burying his cock the full 12” as he unleashed his potent load.  Then the bloody cock was withdrawn and the trim white feet of the unconscious beauty were wrapped around the bloody pole, as it continued to ooze out its slimy goo to cover the soft pink soles in the thick mixture of cum and blood.

Later, the church lights were dimmed so it would take the young beauty awhile to focus her eyes in the darkness when she awoke.  Lifting the beauty up from the floor, the laid her back onto the alter where she had lost her virginity.  Using the smelling salts, purchased by the priest that day, the young beauty came back to conscious.  It took her several minutes to even realize where she was.  Then the pain in her raped vagina registered and she began to sob uncontrollably.  She looked fearfully about and thanked God that her rapist had left.  Diane cried from the pain, her eyes began to focus and she cried even more upon seeing the blood between her thighs and on the alter.  Her careful preservation of virginity, the prize for her beloved Michael, had been brutally taken from her.

Hidden in the church balcony, the two old rapists watched the young beauty in her distress.  Their eyes accustomed to the darkness, they could clearly make out the lovely white form struggle to get up from the sacrificial alter.  They watched Diane nearly collapse from the pain emanating from her bloody thighs.  They saw the young beauty struggling to gather her clothing.  Just as Diane was about to put her dress on, they saw her pause and look at the soiled alter.  Then the dress was used to clean up the bloody mess.  It was obvious that the young beauty did not want anyone to discover the messy alter, for the church records would show it was she who had been in the church on this evening.  That she did not want her humiliating rape from being discovered, that she had been viciously raped and would not be walking down the aisle in three weeks, as a pure virginal bride.

Three weeks later, Father Thomas took great joy in officiating the wedding between the lovely Diane Beinert and Michael Osborne.. Even Amos came in, on his day off, to view the special ceremony.  When the groom had been awaiting in the hallway for the time to enter the church, Amos made a point of going up to the young man to shake his hand and congratulate him on marrying such a beautiful young bride. The lovely bride was dressed in a long beautiful white wedding gown.  Diane looked so radiant and virginal, as she took the long walk down the carpeted aisle. Only three people in the church knew that ‘virginal’ description no longer applied to the bride.

Three months later, Father Thomas sat in the confessional when he heard the sweet voice of Mrs. Diane Osborne.  She was a bit distraught, having to confess her sins.  He listened as she told him that she had recently had to lie to her husband.  She had discovered that she was pregnant but her husband was not the father.  Diane went on to explain that she had been brutally raped several weeks before the wedding and the rapist was the father of her child.  But no mention was made of where the rape took place, for it was apparent that Diane did not want to tell how she was despoiled right in this holy church itself.  Diane went on to explain that she was allergic to the pill and that she and her husband had agreed to use condoms for a year till they decided to start a family.  She explained that she lied to her husband telling him that a condom must have failed on the honeymoon.

Father Thomas consoled they young wife and mother-to-be.  He reassured her that she did nothing wrong.  It was a good lie and that she was to be absolved of any sins, for such a lie only served for the better.  He counseled her that it would be sinful to think of getting an abortion for she would be taking a life.  He told her he would pray for her daily and that all would work itself out in the end.  He asked her to come to him for counseling any time and would be only too happy to help her in her need.

That night, while wanking his old cock while picturing the lovely Diane, Father Thomas prayed for her.  Prayed that the baby be his holy baby rather than that of the old black devil.  ‘Oh, God!’ he prayed ‘Let me be the one to have fathered that little baby growing in that lovely beauty!  Let her have my holy baby!’

Months later, going to St. Martin’s Hospital, Father Thomas strolled to the maternity ward.  At the window to the room housing the babies, he asked the nurse to see the Osborne baby.  He smiled proudly when the nurse pointed to the baby carrier of the Osborne baby.  He thanked the Lord, the baby had indeed been conceived from his holy seed, his holy seed had beaten back the assault of the evil black devil seed.

The Good Father went to the room where the mother of his child was resting.  He greeted her and Michael, congratulating them both on a beautiful baby boy.  Michael was so excited, saying that his mother told him that the baby looked exactly like him.  Father Thomas noticed the lovely Diane hesitantly bite at her lower lip, blinking back tears, upon hearing that comment.  When Michael went to the restroom, Diane told him "Oh, Father, thank you so much for helping me all these months.  Your counseling throughout the last six months helped me get through this ordeal.  I’m so happy I followed your advice and had the baby, he’s so cute and adorable, although created in such a despicable way.  You saw how Michael even thinks the baby looks like him.  Father, I’ve named the baby ‘Tom’ after you.  I want him to be just like you!” she said, pulling his arm down to give him a kiss on the cheek.
 

End of Story.