Without realising it, I lingered a while longer than necessary at his side.“Mmm, nice after shave,” I blurted out without thinking, but Graham’s...response took me quite by surprise.“Mmm, nice legs!” he quipped back, looking down at my legs from his seated position beside me.Now I could feel myself getting really flustered. There I was, in my own office, my normally cool and professional manner completely shattered owing to a guy I had literally met only 10 minutes before. This was just SO out of. I wasn’t sure what he meant at the time but it wasn’t long before I was going to know what he meant.It was a couple of days later and was about six o’clock in the evening when the phone rang and it was my neighbor. I will just call him Jim from now on. Anyway he said that he need some help and wondered if my son or I could come down a few minutes and help him. I told him that my son was gone but that I would come down and try to help him.When I got down and he was having trouble trying to get. The whole bra off I spent a few minutes soaking them in, they were amazing, silky weights that were good enough to eat... what was I thinking? I wasn't a lesbian."Take your next shot, double or nothing, my treat." Holly said catching me staring. Licking my lips unintentionally I shot at the two ball right in the corner, chances are I'd sink it. Plunk she took off another sock and a shoe, and told me "Same situation, try another."Swallowing at the thought of her in her panties I took a deep. This was going to be more of an ordeal than she expected. How do you teach someone who won't say a word to you? Even her smile was curiously lacking in meaning. It just flashed into life for the shortest time before vanishing behind an expression of intimidating seriousness."My name is Linda. I come from Dumbleford, a small village in Suffolk, er, England," said Linda nervously in French. "I am here to teach you English and I shall speak to you in English rather than French."Gabrielle.