The next thing I know she comes up to me and says something to me in Serbian. I tell her, “I only speak English”. Then she says in broken English,...“Toilet...one is where?”I tell the woman (truthfully) that there are no toilets in the park. Then I manage to get her to follow me back into the bushes and I say, “Pee here.” There is nobody around except me but she orders me, “Okay. But go away. Don't look.”There's no way I'm leaving and the woman can't wait anymore so she squats down, pushes her. Buying this tenement flat had seemed such a good idea when we were newly married but lugging a toddler and shopping up three flights of stairs had caused me to curse like a sailor on more than one occasion.As I stood outside the door of the flat, putting the key in the lock, I wondered if this was really such a good idea, then glanced over at her, leaning against the wall, one foot hooked behind the other ankle in her little summer dress and all second thoughts flew from my mind.I opened the. Her eyes were a seductive icy blue. Her body was that of a goddess. A thick hourglass figure, a full perky bust, thick, but firm thighs, and petite size seven feet. She was the wife of a man named Devin Carswell. Her name was Annabel. She was the most perfect wife any man could ever wish for. Her cooking skills were excellent, her entertaining and hospitality made all happy, her cleaning routine was flawless, her oral skills always pleased Devin. Not a meal would go uneaten, not a cup empty,. Where have you been hiding that tan?" I asked."You must miss it in the bedroom. We should make love with the lights on sometime." he wisecracked back as he opened another split of bubbly."How many of those things have you had? And do you really need a bucket of them?" I asked."I'm on my first one, and this one is for you. Oh, and of course I need a bucket of them. You should see how many pretty girls walk by here in an afternoon." He said with a big smile on his face."Your FIRST one?" I asked,.