... did I just think that, under our trees?When you wake up I shall tell you that, our trees, Sweetheart, our trees.When I first saw you my impression...of you was no nonsense, so spit and polish in your uniform. Solid and formidable, unyielding with your feet firmly planted, much like your trees, our trees now! And then you shook my hand, firmly but gently, such strong hands, tough and callused hands, but warm, like the sun kissed bark of our lovely trees. Dear God, I'm so horny, I can't. The latter voice eventually won out. “Thanks, but no thanks,” he said, his voice not entirely steady. “But Jeff,” Mary began in a pleading voice that sounded on the verge of tears, but Erica interrupted her firmly. “Stop that, Mary,” she said. “It’s Jeff’s choice.” Swinging her leg over him, she crouched down and undid the manacles holding his hands. Mary took her cue and did the same to the restraints around his ankles. Jeff sat up on the chair, rubbing his wrists. “We’re leaving now,” he. Her laugh was so full of life and light, he quickly turned to see who could be making this beautiful, musical laughter and their eyes met. Fireworks, fireworks as their eyes met, or so Pierre liked to recall. He’d never seen eyes quite so green, almost a blue spruce green, with tiny flecks of amber. It was then he’d fallen under her spell. He made his way towards her, though he was not sure what he could say to this beautiful woman that would be worthy of listening to. Once in reach, she’d. She thought she recognized some of the people, but didn’t know from where.Linda then said, “OK slut, on your hands and knees and follow us!”She cried harder as she got down and started crawling. As she got closer to the building they headed for, she recognized that she was at the same place she had lost her cherry. The Animal House!They got up on the lawn and the girls told her to stop right where she was.Christina said, “You can’t go inside smelling like a dirty little whore tramp, so you need.