"Hi there,” she began in a soft, bubbly soprano. "I'm Mrs. Collins, but please call me Faith. My family and I live right up the street so I guess we...re neighbors." Oh, my lord, I silently gasped as she stopped at the base of the ladder. She was beautiful, and my mouth dried as I attempted to speak. Swallowing, I struggled through an awkward pause, feeling an embarrassing hot flush coloring my cheeks. “Hi. Yeah… I'm Sean Marshall,” I eventually choked out. “Right, Sean, pleased to meet you,” she. She looked beautiful and wore a tight fitting black skirt and stockings with a see through white blouse.Elaine looked pained and I beckoned her into my house. She came in and I put the kettle on as she explained that she had to visit the doctors in our village the next morning for tests on a stomach pain that she'd been having. I was genuinely concerned as Elaine is a lovely woman who cared for my wife and k**s loads. As I poured the tea, she continued to explain the problem: the GP doctor. The person she picked was a retired native English speaker. He had taught in American public schools, but he had also worked in the computer industry, so he wasn’t as stuffy as a career teacher might have been.I liked him right away, because he understood why I needed to improve my English and what I wanted to accomplish. He set up my lessons to not only improve my spoken English pronunciation, but to improve my understanding of questions asked in English as well as my reasoning and ability to. Mami:mami mat bol abhi hum husbund wife hai darling.Me:ok meri jan neetu.Fir maine dhire se apne hoth unke hotho pe rakh diye. Wo bhi mere hoth chusne lagi. Bahut mithe the unke hoth. Wo mujhe hug kiya hui thi aur me unke bade bade boobs daba rahatha. Tabhi me muskura kar bola:aaj puri taiyari me aai hai ap. Andar kuch nahi pehna.Mami:ha mere raja. Abhi 2 year tujhse hi chudwana hai.Me: bas 2 year ?Mami:no no jab tak tumhari shadi nahi hoti.Me:ok mamijaan.Unki aankhe band thi. Aur boli:sirf.