The moans turned to groans "uUHh!" which turned out was coming from Amy, she was pressing against me bit by bit. She must be having a dream and at thi... point I was too tired to intervene, so let her sleep.The sounds continued, more erotic than before, "uUHhm Uuhmmmm!". Damn, was she having a sex dream? I closed my eyes tight and tried to sleep, feeling her almost grinding against me, her pelvis against my ass cheeks and her hands holding me a little tighter. I decided to ride it out as it was. Once in my bedroom, I had an overwhelming feeling that Marco would visit me. Much as I would’ve loved that, I didn’t want to sully the evening with a base sexual encounter. Resultantly, I locked my door. I was, therefore, not surprised when I heard my doorknob unsuccessfully turning a while later.The following morning, when I joined Patrizio, he asked, “Why did you lock your door last night?”“Because, mia Fratello (my brother), last night was all about you,” I answered.A strange look of. ” She turned in her seat, uncrossing her legs so that he would be able to see her panties in the gap her short kilt would allow. Her smile widened as she watched as his eyes dropped to her snatch. She knew she had him at her mercy. Mr. French knew he was in trouble. He had struck a pupil in an unseemly place, the welt on her ass would prove testament to his guilt. He had struck in anger rather than chastisement, further guilt and now, his eyes were beholding a possibility that was very much. It was getting difficult for the people around the table to tell what Brett was doing as he quickly and proficiently worked the computer.“The young man Brett is excellent at what he does. We are impressed, and yes, his assumption is correct. You can see a face, and he will have the answer momentarily.” The words quickly erased from Tim’s vision after the closing tag, “End of message.”“Here you go. I’ll have it cleaned up in just a sec.” Brett enhanced and focused on the face. While the computer.