I have bright green eyes and lots of freckles all over my body. My boobs are 36C and my hips are quite wide. My friends say I’m good looking and I h...ve no difficulty in picking men up. Boyfriends do not tend to last too long though as I get bored easily and like my independence.The school I work in is a weird place. The headmaster runs it like a traditional public school with strict dress codes for pupils and staff but his teaching policy is very modern. Most of our pupils are boarders and. When we get to the spot I have chosen it is a beautiful meadow with soft grass and a beautiful view, I climb off then pick you up, you wrap your legs around my waist and arms around my neck, my dick is pressing against your pussy lips making you want me more, I lay you down under a tree and lie next to you as I kiss you, we work each other’s shirts off and roll around on each other wrestling, I undo your bra and reveal your beautiful tits, I kiss each nipple softly, you start working my pants. “Here’s to Sethy, the most beautiful girl in the world whom I love with my whole heart and soul.” At that moment I felt like I had fallen into his eyes. He was all I could see. I love his hazel eyes and sometimes, like now, I just get lost in them. Someone somewhere wrote, “The eyes are the portals to the soul”. I think that’s right. When Rod looks into my eyes, I’m usually swept away into some place where all I see is him. I raised my glass of Chablis and responded, “Here’s to Rod, my lovely. Was it ironic? ‘Can we…’ ‘May I say, you’re doing a hell of a job.’ Diana grinned, tried to turn her put down into something else. I always remembered her grin. It stayed with me. It stayed with me after I left the ward. I didn’t know what the hell her grin meant. I knew one thing though. I wanted to see it as often as I could. Sawyer scribbled in his notebook and looked at the clock. It was only twelve fifteen. We were far from done. The Lingo: Girls were nicknamed ‘Sera’s.’ Only females.