She stayed clear of that one house, but found nothing interesting in the others. In the only open window she found was a man reading nothing else. Then she found herself on the same street with the incestuous family's house. She stood on the sidewalk, her heart beating wildly. Lights were on, and she wondered if they were fucking and sucking again.

The garage door was open and the car was inside. Compulsively, she entered the garage and looked immediately at the windshield. She found another note. It said: Where were you last night? We missed you.

Honey's heart raced. She began to breathe harshly with excitement. It was one thing to secretly peer into windows, but something else entirely if those people knew they were being watched. And that was her fear: they knew about her.

They want to be watched, she thought. They really want me to watch them fucking!

Before Honey knew it she was creeping silently to the rear of the house. Every window, including the patio door, had light shining from them. The first window she came to, she found the mother there with her children. At least she had one name to match a face. Freddie – the young son. She wished she had a name for all of them.

The little girl, that sweet little girl she had seen so lovingly sucking her father's cock, lapping daintily but delightedly, at her father's come juice, was wearing only a pair of panties. Freddie, Honey was delighted to see, was naked. His cock was hard, beautifully hard. The mother was wearing a bra that was well filled and also a pair of panties. The panties did nothing to conceal the lush growth of her dark cunt hair.

The three were not doing anything except sitting there, and Honey was somewhat disappointed.