The car was busy but I found a free seat and, smiling, I sat down with the two men and a woman together already there. No sign of Arnie.It was just th...t simple. The trio turned out to be mother, father and 22 year old son. Just as George described. I introduced myself and ordered a drink for myself and they accepted when I bought a round for the table as well. They were the Fergusons, Trevor and Alexis and their son Ronald; "call me Ron." They were travelling to the coast where Ron was to begin. As such, I discourage venomous, nasty feedback full of violent wishes against essentially fictional characters in fictional situations. If this story does not appeal to you, there is undoubtedly one somewhere on Literotica that will, so your energy will be better spent on finding it rather than on vilifying me. Your opinions are welcome but your attacks are not. I wasn’t sure how much of the discussion on Chelsea Lately about Sarah Colonna’s bad luck with guys was purely comedy and how much was. I doubted that they much appreciated the honour, as they were required to dress in clothes as ostentatious and uncomfortable as mine, but they gamely agreed to bear the burden.The coronation itself began with a long procession from the Palace to Westminster Abbey, where I exchanged my (I thought rather effeminate) feathered hat for St. Edward’s Crown and my Sovereign’s Ring. Thence followed another procession, wearing the surprisingly heavy crown, to Westminster Palace, where we finally got to. I could not stop gasping, panting, and breathing heavy. "God Jessica, that's fucking intense. Come here," I said to her.She moved over slowly towards me. I pulled her against me, feeling her hands reaching below, stroking my dick, gently rubbing my balls, and her looking at me. I kissed her. And I mean I kissed her hard. She squeezed my dick. I felt it throb, jump, jerk, and twitch.Jessica pulled back, smiling at me, looking down, as my dick was rock hard, and giggled. "God, that felt pretty.