Daphne went into the living room to wait for the others. Uncle Al was already there, drinking a beer. He wore blue swim trunks that didn't look much bigger than Doug's "whitey tighties". His muscular chest and flat stomach was covered in a mat of thick black hair. His back and shoulders were smooth and tan. His legs were lean, not skinny at all, and also covered with hair. He had a perfect tan all over. Daphne's breathing quickened. This man was just too gorgeous and here she was with almost no clothes on, alone with him.

Uncle Al wolf-whistled. "Wow, Daphne, you're a beautiful girl!" he smiled. "Your sister,...