She wondered where the father was maybe he was working late. For a long moment Honey looked in at the family, almost deciding to leave since they weren't doing anything exciting. But finally she squatted down, deciding to watch and see if they would do something soon. If they were anything like her, they would not be able to look at each other undressed that way very long without touching or kissing or fucking.

She stared at Freddie's cock, watching it throb, wondering why he sat there with it so hard and not doing something to his mother or sister. Honey could not understand how that lovely mother or the very pretty sister could sit in the same room with that little boy, his cock standing so firm and beautiful. If she were in the room, her hands would be grabbing his cock quickly.

Even though they weren't fucking, Honey's cunt was throbbing as she looked at them. The little girl was extremely pretty in her panties, her hair in a long ponytail. The woman, too, was beautiful.

Suddenly a hand was on her shoulder.

"Oh!" she gasped, whirling about.

She found herself looking up into the face of the husband and father. Fear filled her pretty face and she looked for a way to escape. But there was no way out. The hand on her shoulder gripped tightly, almost painfully. It held her in her squatting position.

"Well, well," the man said. "We finally caught you, didn't we?"

"Please… I don't…" Honey's voice came out in a cracked sound. "I didn't mean anything, Mister!"

He ignored her plea. "Get up," he said. His hand on her shoulder slipped to her upper arm, gripping her tightly so she couldn't get away.

Honey found herself being pulled into the house. Her legs trembled with fear. Her heart was pounding hard, and she breathed with fearful gasps.

"Look what we caught," the man said.

"She's beautiful, Herb," Honey heard his wife say. Then the woman said to Honey: "Exciting, isn't it?"