“It’s always the quiet ones.”

“Those four weren’t very quiet.”

“Hence, the boner still visible in your pants, Jacob.”

“Honey, this erection isn’t from the impromptu orgy we witnessed in these woods earlier this afternoon.”

“Is it from the pizza Claire ordered as a peace offering for interrupting our picnic with their exhibitionist escapade?”

“Your cheeks in those yellow shorts are making my dick hard.”

“Jacob!” 

“Why are you whisper screaming?”

“Over in that poppy field. Is that yet another couple screwing out here?”

“Blimey! Are we the only two people not humping in this forest, Honey?”

“Let’s remedy that."