Ms. Granger, you may rephrase the question or move along."Allyson nodded and looked at her notes."Mr. Currence, did Mr. Mayfield do anything out of th... ordinary in regard to Miss Brockleman?" she asked."Very little of what he did in that regard was what I would consider 'ordinary'," Currence answered."Can you give us an example?" Allyson asked."He insisted that we – he, Trevor, Joey and me – arrange our schedule so that one of us was in every class with her," Currence said. "If he found out –. I just walked outside dressed like that, and grabbed his arm as we were both halfway down the sidewalk."You can call me Andrea, John," I said in that same seductive voice.We stood there for a minute and said nothing. I lived in big neighborhood, so people could see me if they looked out there, right then."Mrs. Stone, what are you doing?" John asked.As I was still out there, I dropped the robe. He couldn't help, but check me out. Even as it was a little dark out, he had no problem getting turned. He draped the sheet over her and turned off the bedroom light. Fred pulled the door behind him, then undressed for his own makeshift bed. The room was cool enough to be comfortable, but not so cold that he would need a blanket. He had a small headache and a not-so-small erection. In the bathroom, he brushed and flossed, then pushed his briefs down to tend to his other needs. His cock stood out heavily, and he had to force his mind onto monthly sales projections before his groin relaxed. I know, as well, that, after a skinful of beer, he doesn’t sleep soundly. He’s continually twitching.So, instead of trying to disguise what I was doing, I exaggerated my movements. As I played, I moved my elbow which moved the duvet cover ever so slightly. I lifted one knee which obviously pulled the cover sharply. Rubbing away, the cover was now being pulled tight across his body. This went on about 15 minutes. Then, his faint snoring stopped. Good, he had woken up. I carried on, now letting.