Old Beginnings

As dawn vanquished the winter solstice the celebrations were over but Mary and Joe felt frisky,his fingers underneath her dress, stirring her pot keeping her simmering till she arched her back and moaned, pressing against his hand as her juices overflowed. Joe settled back licking his fingers as Mary dropped to her knees and burrowing under his robes released his staff and slowly, teasingly relieved his tumescence, although her hymen remained intact. Satiated they spooned, chatting of their upcoming nuptials and Joe shared the rumor that King Herod was to grant passage to some learneds from the East who were seeking to observe next year's comet. They always brought trade goods with them, so Joe was short selling frankincense and myrrh but he thought gold would stay firm. Their conversation then turned to their upcoming journey to register in Joe's natal town. Another damned tax, the Romans would run them into penury. And he'd better book a place at the Inn early, or else they'd end up sleeping in the stable.