A local scholar, who had been teaching me Gaelic, told me that 'King Makers' should be 'Queen Makers' because the Celts didn't have Kings. They had Q...eens - Queens known for their beauty and their daring and their physical ability. Brave generals who had won great battles would be rewarded with a night or two in bed with the Queen. That not only served to provide incentive to the generals, it also provided brave breeding stock for future Queens to rule over the Celtic tribes." This same. She didn't know how to drive stick but she was going to learn tonight. As she bottomed out & let out a gasp of air I leaned toward the door so I could see the road ahead. It was after 2am & the road was pretty clear except a car whose lights I could see on my rearview. She rode & ground deep on my hard dick as I palmed her ass with my right hand. The car behind us seemed to change lanes to my right but never passed which was odd since I set the cruise at 55 in a 60 zone. She took note & enjoyed. I can tell he’s confused and a little afraid by what I might do and while it tickles me to beat the crap out of High School Royalty I’m looking at a potential ally. “That feeling you’re getting right now. That one that says call for help before he causes permanent damage? I did that in less than a minute with you,” I tell him before changing my expression from sinister to joking,” Imagine what I can do with two days and one girl.” “Wow, that’s fucking hardcore. But she’s not just a girl, she’s. “You were so fucking good, babe!” Christine gasps, running her hands all over the stud’s sweaty body before he pulls out and dismounts. Christine experiences yet another thrill as Doug now enters the room. The 17 year old, 5’6, 165 pound running back is compact, muscular and strikingly handsome with his piercing blue eyes and curly black hair peeking out from under his backwards baseball cap. His 7 inch love worm is fully erect and throbbing, his sperm swollen nut pouch slung tightly.