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to them.
The woman was gritting her teeth now, her back arched. She reached
back between her own legs with one hand and began to stroke her
clitoris.

Thompson studied her features. She was in her mid-twenties. The
make-up around her eyes was smudged and most of her lipstick was gone.
He could see some of it on the duvet.

She was broad on the hips. There were stretch marks on her tits and
thighs.

Thompson heard her suck in a racking breath.

Saw his father redouble his exertions.

Thompson himself felt his erection pressing uncomfortably against the
inside of his jogging bottoms and he slipped them off.

He slid his fingers around his erection and began to move his fist
slowly up and down.

The woman was saying something, but Thompson couldn't make out the
words.

He synchronized his own rhythm to that of his father's powerful
stokes.

The woman allowed her head to drop forward onto the bed, her body
shuddering.

Thompson continued to work his throbbing stiffness, his eye pressed
tightly to the hole in the wall.

His own breathing was harsh now.

He saw that his father was smiling.

It looked as if he was gazing straight at the hole in the wall. Perhaps
he was, Thompson mused. Who cared?

Then the overwhelming feeling of pleasure wiped all other thoughts from
his mind.

He saw the woman shudder in the last throes of her orgasm.

Fucking bitch.

He reached for a tissue.