“So, I did right, then?” she fished for a compliment.“Of course, sweet cheeks! So, Megan Devlin ... you couldn’t get much more Irish than that... could you?” I teased her as she held tight to me, not wanting to be put down just yet.“True. My grandparents on my father’s side ... as Irish as could be. Cork. Left when the country was still very economically depressed. Too many men on the dole and my grandfather refused to be one of them. That was the Ireland recalled in ‘Angela’s Ashes,’ if I. Maybe I’ll have another sexy dream of my girlfriend.Just drifting off. A bang at the door! What idiot’s banging on my door so early in the morning?I get up, throw my night gown on and stumble to the door. Opening the door I see some sleazy man and a wobbly naked girl who looks like she had a very rough night. Woozily I recognize the man…the hotel keeper. The girl, oh yes, Susie, or was it Laura? Casey maybe? I don’t remember but it’s the one from last night. What’s she doing here?Oh yes, I. Pushing him off I stared at his dick, the thick pulsing veins and sticky head and I thrust my mouth towards it. Wanting him to erupt and fill my mouth with his cum, but no? He had pushed me off. Did he not want this as much as I did? Had I misread what he was intending to do? No. He wanted it the other way around. We changed positions and he enclosed my twig of a dick into his mouth, having grown and being about 5" now it seemed more difficult for him to accept it all. He did it though and I. "For now though Mum said she wants you to learn how to properly do yournails and hair. She wants you to keep them shaped with polish on themand to learn how to style your hair so that you wont look like a boy ina dress so much." You are kidding," I asked hoping she was inventing that story.Ruth simply replied by handing me a bottle of her clear nail polish. Shethen told me to sit while she styled my long hair with a hair-dryer andbrush to add some body to it."That will need to do until we can.