Back with my third experience with my Urdu teacher.Iam ready to give my matriculation exams. This experience that I had a week ago is a true real one ...ot a made up one.My matriculation exams are near and I am busy with my studies. I am lacking behind in Urdu. My Urdu teacher’s name is Miss Uzma.She is my new teacher. A 25 yr angel from god. Perfect height, perfect figure, and perfect face.I always use to dream about her, thinking of any ideas that I can get to score with her. Our school is off. ’ Sue giggled and added, ‘He can be so selfish.’ ‘When is the honeymoon over?’ I inquired. Just trying to fill in my future calendar. Amy just stared at me and made no attempt to lower her dress and just sat. Okay, I thought, that’s going to be a distraction. Dave looked at Amy, got up and pulled down his wife’s dress. I already didn’t like the man, but I wanted to sound like a Psychiatrist so I asked him why he did that ‘I’m not really sure, Mike.’ answered Dave. The man seems torn between his. He looks in Emily direction. Only her head and bare shoulders can surely be seen above the iron fencing. Emily tiptoes now so that her erect deep-pink nipples can hopefully be seen. Doug smiles showing gaps in his few teeth. Emily returns his smile and waves back. She points to herself and then to him, nodding her head. He quickly nods his head, his silly grin spreading wider by the minute. Now impatiently she has to wait until nightfall. It was a long and uninteresting day at work and study. ” I continued “If you are lucky, as I feel I am, you will be able to enjoy ‘The best of both worlds’ as my wife puts it; and you are right mate. I am here for you for any support you need.” With that said, I gave Brett a little kiss on the cheek and we climbed out of bed.This day was fairly normal and we both worked hard. We even managed to work on until nearly dark before packing it in and heading back to our little cabin. On the way, we stopped to pick up some take-away fish and chips. We.