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Peeking back through the window, he sees that she's rolled onto her side. Both of her hands are now between her legs, the view of which is obscured, much to his chagrin. He unzips his pants and pulls out his penis, already fully erect, watching her as he strokes himself. He's especially interested in the way her breasts press up against her arms, flattening them into circles against her chest. He perches himself silently on her window cill, glancing up at her mouth as her teeth part and her tongue runs silently across her lips. A slow moan begins to build in her throat, which slowly changes shape until it's clear that she's saying, "Liiiiiaaaaaam..." At that moment he loses his footing, tumbling backwards across the roof, dick still in hand. He rolls off the porch, falling ten feet directly onto a garbage can. He yells, "Fuck!" and rubbing his back adds, "Ow, jesus christ..." His heart pounds as he suddenly realizes his situation; he jumps to his feet and bolts from the house, running toward the woods. A moment later he remembers to tuck himself back into his pants.
Elizabeth sits up with a start, pulling a blanket around herself as she goes to the window. She looks out, surveying her yard for a few seconds, but sees no one. She lets the blanket fall to the floor with a shrug and opens her bedroom door, deciding that things might be better finished in the shower.
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