Her eyes seemed to ignore Kine. "So, Don, how's your head today?"He cocked his head up at the taller girl, a faint smile on his lips."Now that's a rat...er personal question. How's yours?"Lessa stiffened, eyes narrowing as her face got even redder. Laughing, Kine got between the two of them and put an arm around their shoulders. Immediately, their anger turned on him for the intimacy of his touch. Which, naturally, was the idea. Kine might not be a leader by choice, but a people person he was,. "Have you never heard of 'The Pirate Queen of Cannaught'? Her actual name was Grainne Ni Mhaille, but has been Anglicized to Grace O'Malley since the original is somewhat unpronounceable to those not familiar with Gaelic. She lived in the 16th century."She was a terror she was, from what I was told by relatives while growing up. She had several Husbands over time and a number of children. She is said to have raided shipping, battled English Armies, and conquered the castles of rival Irish. "What's funny?" Cynthia asked."Well, I looked in before I knocked and you looked pretty relaxed then." He said, with a slight grin."Ahhh ha, yeah." She laughed nervously."Oh god he saw me rubbing my tits!" She moaned to herself.Cautiously they both looked around and finally their eyes came to rest on each other with a little sheepishness in their gaze. Seeing that they were both unsure strangely made them both feel better. Smiling, they turned a little more towards each other. That's when. After a bit of this she began to really pick up the intensity of how hard she rubbed her crotch against mine. Pretty soon she was humping furiously, hard, thrashing all around, moaning, and breathing hard. I was only too happy to respond by pushing myself harder against her and rubbing faster. Of course she crested after a bit, and began to try to catch her breath. “Cool,” I said, “you just had an orgasm, didn’t you?” I was, of course, grinning like the Cheshire cat.The big surprise came when.