And the muslim teaching that infidels be converted or put to death. One of the tortures had its roots in christianity.The Prefect of Rome, a greedy pa...an, thought the Church had a great fortune hidden away. So he ordered Lawrence to bring the Church's treasure to him. The Saint said he would, in three days. Then he went through the city and gathered together all the poor and sick people supported by the Church. When he showed them to the Prefect, he said: "This is the Church's treasure!"In. We'd driven about half a mile when I told hubby to stop the car. He looked puzzled and I repeated my instruction to stop the car. It was just after 8am on a Sunday morning, we were in the middle of nowhere and I was sure there'd be noone around.As soon as the car stopped and hubby was about to ask further questions, I unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. I sucked and licked it for only about a minute until it was just hard enough then I lifted myself over to his side, pulled my panties. I reached down and pulled his hat off, revealing his balding white head. His beard tickled the insides of my legs as he started sliding his tongue along my slit. Then he poured the last of the milk on my pussy and licked it off. It was so cold I shivered as it happened. Next Santa grabbed a carrot and started rubbing it along my pussy. Then he pushed it in, fat side first, about an inch in and I started to moan. ‘Are you a virgin Jenna?’ ‘No… I thought you knew all.’ ‘Oh I do. I just wanted to. “Terry!”I looked at my wife.“You know I’m going to die, right?”I nodded as tears started running down my face.“And I know you’re going to mourn, probably alone, at night, at home where no one can see you. That’s where Ronnie comes in.”I looked sharply at Ronnie, then back to Teri, “What…?”“I’ve asked Ronnie to sleep with you. To have sex with you. To make love to you.”I started to splutter my objections, my face undoubtedly beet red. I couldn’t face Ronnie.“Shut up, Terry. There isn’t time for.