It was a time of celebration in the West. A commemoration of the birth of Jesus of Nazareth. My research was clouded by the vast amount of information...available on internet sites owned by Christian religions; not historical data at all, just religious dogma. From what I could glean from historical records, Jesus was a real man who lived two thousand years ago, in what is now called the Holy Land. He was born in what is now late March, and he was killed by the ancient Roman form of torture,. The spasming of her tight little throat felt exquisite around the sensitive glans of my buried cock. I stroked in and out a few times, then buried myself completely and stroked the bulging outline of my cock in her throat with my fingers."You look magnificent with my cock buried in your throat, slave!" I said, sincerely.With no one touching her pussy, she came! The flow of juice down her slimy thighs tripled, and her 'slave' shiver turned into a full blown orgasmic spasm!I stroked her cheek. Sensuously my daughter-in-law rubbed her behind against the hardness of my cock."Yes," she whispered and that was the signal I had been waiting for.With one swift movement I drew her panties down to her knees and from there gravity took over and they fell down to her feet. I felt how she took a little step to the side with her left leg and impatiently kick the panties away. Now I had free access to her pussy.I let go of her and she kept standing a little bent forward with her ass naked while I. Feeling as though I was the luckiest kid on the planet, I headed home beginning to wonder which other member of our little community would be the next to sample my dick.When I got home, it was about ten; and to my surprise, my mother who, normally went to bed around about nine, was still up, and as usual completely naked.“So how was it?” She asked looking up from the book she was reading.“How was what?” I responded terrified that my mother had discovered what I had been up to and who my.