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The day was hot and humid. Al sat in the shade of the patio cover with an ice cold Corona clutched in his large hand. His eyes were closed, but his mind wasn't. Behind his eyelids, his imagination replayed once again what he had seen the previous night.
It was nearing midnight when he wandered out of the house to stretch in the cooling night air. He looked up to the cloudless sky and marveled at the number of stars he was able to see on this moonless night, even given the background glow from the lights of the city surrounding him.
As he stood with his head flung back, he reached down to rub the front of his swimming trunks. The soft bulge of his flaccid cock welcomed his touch and stirred slightly in response. He rubbed some more as it stretched outward and upward until it got caught in the inner liner and he was forced to reach inside to adjust it to a natural position nestled snugly between his trunks and his stomach.
He removed his hand from inside and returned to rubbing lightly up and down against the fabric. Closing his eyes as he rubbed, he simply enjoyed the sensual feel of the slippery inner liner as it slid over the head of his cock.
His reverie was interrupted by the muffled sounds of a man approaching orgasm on the other side of the thick bushes separating his house from his neighbor's house. He stopped rubbing to listen more carefully and realized it sounded as if more than one man was teetering on the edge of coming noisily.
Al cocked his head in puzzlement. Jim and Sheila were gone for the week, leaving only their twenty year old daughter home. She had always seemed extremely shy and circumspect to him. Surely she wasn't having an orgy at the house while her parents were away. He moved silently to the hedge and pushed the branches carefully apart to peek through.
Allison's bedroom window was open to take advantage of the cooling breezes. She sat sideways to her desk, naked as the day she was born. One hand was squeezing and pinching her breasts and nipples while the other hand was between her legs rubbing frantically at her pussy as she watched the source of the pre-orgasmic sounds he'd heard through the hedge. Playing on her large LCD computer screen was a high-def video of a gay circle jerk with five young men standing over a sixth young man. All six of them were masturbating wildly, moaning and gasping, and obviously on the cusp of orgasm.