...the night? He hurriedly but quietly finished his pee and crept back to Lisa’s door. He could still hear here whispers.
Very carefully he opened her door the whispering went on but he still could not hear what she was saying. He pushed the door wider. By now his eyes were accustomed to the darkness and with a little moonlight he could see her on the bed. The blankets had been pushed to one side, her legs were open and her nightie was pulled up. She was still asleep! She was talking in her sleep! Bart suddenly realised that this could produce some golden treasure to use against her if he could hear what she was saying.
He slid into her room and closed the door. He moved slowly over to the bed. As he got closer he started to hear some of the words more clearly, he caught “Milhouse” and “harder” the rest was still a jumble. Now he was close enough to see she had one hand between her legs so he moved towards the end of the bed. Now he could see that she had two fingers sliding in and out of her pussy and in the moonlight Bart saw the glisten of wetness on her fingers and on the soft mound of her pussy lips.
Now he was getting very close and realised that some of the sounds were little groans with a few words every now and then. As he listened he could make out enough for him to realise she was dreaming about fucking Milhouse. This was too good! He could hear her asking him to go harder, to rub her tits and squeeze her nip...