I would wake up and yell at them, then go back to sleep. They were never able to do it without waking me.Until now, I had never lived in a place where...I felt safe enough to let my guard down. Not even when I was sleeping. This morning is different. I am dreaming of our realtor. I don’t know if it is a product of having a split-brain or some other anomaly, but when I dream, I often seriously think about real-world things.In my dream, I am sitting at my desk, and the song Faith by George Michael. Fifteen minutes passed and nothing stired, I was getting bored, something was needed to get the ball rolling and suddenly the light went on, not the one in the room I stood, the one thats in your head, when you get an idea. Simple, I looked like her, when seen from afar, so everything I did he would think it was her. Bending over her I made sure she was slepping, she did not dissapoint, she was way out for the count. Opening the curtains on her window fully, I switched her room light on, crept. Her sex was rubbing and rocking in an arousing way on her seat. I don't think any of this was intentional. But it hit me with irresistible force. It leapt unbidden and irresistible into my mind, Yes, Jillie, I know exactly what I'd like to do with you that is fun. A beat later I felt the furious blush in my face.Jillie stopped rocking and looked astonished. "Look at you blush. God you are turning bright red." Which, of course, made it worse. "You are so red." I couldn't think of a thing to say.. Ron Sellers was to obey, instantly. Amanda's place wasin the first row and she had to cross the whole classroom. This time therewas no shyness in touching her. She felt hands on her bum, under her skirt,caressing her legs; one hand even managed to squeeze her love lips. Finallyshe reached her sit and totally embarrassed she sat down, only to realize herskirt was to short to hide her sex from the teacher's view. Mr. Ron Sellers couldn't believe his eyes. Amanda Southampton, that's Amandafor.