I jumped a little. She crawled up under my night shirt until I felt her fingertips exploring me through my panties. She snuck her hand underneath them... picking through the trembling flesh underneath. I let me legs fall open to allow her to touch me, exposing my panties to the low light of the room. She watched my face and I her hand as she pulled at the elastic with her other hand, reached inside until her fingertip traced easily down along the opening of my vagina as my warm wetness bubbled. Christopher, he was a long legged figure with a long beard, seated at his carpenter's bench with a tacking hammer in one strong hand, his other arm draped around the shoulders of the peasant boy Jesus, who clung absurdly dependant at his side. I studied Joseph's face interminably, striving to imagine what it might be like to have had such a father with strong, chiseled features and commanding eyes under a heavily furrowed brow. I wondered what his beard would feel like.And the Virgin Mary, a. "?Margaux leaned over and gave me a long tongue kiss, and I worked against the bonds trying to rub my cock against her pantied crotch.?"But you did it for me, baby." Margaux ground her stocking covered crotch against my thrusting, bloated, denied penis, chuckling deep in her throat as she saw the frustration in my eyes.?Margaux licked and bit my nipples gently. "Do you like that, darling?"?I nodded. It was much nicer than the mousetraps that had hung on my nipples earlier in the. Kate never did like doing anything of that nature because she considered it a complete waste of her valuable time. I understood that was one side of her nature that would never change even though she was overly generous in almost every other area including the dispensing of physical pleasures.I discovered that the rumor was making the rounds that I was already resting peaceably up in “Boot Hill” and my sudden appearance on the streets was a mite discouraging to a number of mean-spirited yahoos.