At that time she had been a sarcastic, self-absorbed, pain in the arse. Now I studied her and saw her elegance. All the adolescent props had gone: the...feathered mop of dyed black hair was no more; gone too was the thick, soot-black eye-liner, the blood red lips, along with the black lace stockinged arms, those finger bunched outlandish rings.Her hair was now a salon-crafted sensation, pinned high with ringlets falling all about. A sword and sandals take on Helen of Troy. Her complexion. The pub was full with people, young man and woman on holiday, the old folk of the small town and some groups of people who came to ski.Around midnight or so the pub was almost empty, a few old drunk man, 4 guys ware sitting in the back, the bartender and me, I kept having this feeling like someone is looking at me, I was already at my 4th glass and felt woozy, I decided to call it a night and go up to my room to get some sleep when suddenly I felt a warm hand touching my shoulder, I was wearing. I was so turned on by it. Was she intentionally showing off or just being uninhibited? I didn't know. We all hung out eating dinner and watched a movie that evening. Nick was trying hard not to look. She kept tugging on the shirt all night trying to cover her ass, which I thought just made her look hotter.She wore this for the next several nights around the house, giving peeks of different undies, all full cotton bikinis, the color and patterns of each pair could be made out through the shirt.. With her lips still near Persia's cock, she savored the taste, wanting more.Persia suddenly jerked. The head of her prick banged against Jeanne's mouth. More cum oozed from her tip, smearing Jeanne's lips in the shiny drops."Unh," Jeanne moaned. The thrust of her cock banging into her mouth almost knocked her back on the floor. Stunned, she licked her lips. Jeanne's hands squeezed her shaft, shifting slowly along the thick throbbing piece of shemale cock."Gonna make you cum," Jeanne.