I suddenly found it hard to breathe; it was as if the air had been sucked right out of my lungs. I began to gasp for air. My babies were fucking each ...ther. My gorgeous kids that I had raised were fucking like animals while locked up.How long had it been going on? Where they in love? Where they using protection? Oh my, so many questions raced through my mind as I watched them. They were oblivious to my voyeuristic act. I needed to turn it off; I should stop watching. It wasn't right; these were. I might have just been paranoid being half naked right now, so I kept cleaning. I pulled out the mop and finished cleaning the linoleum floor. Then my legs got too hot, so I slipped off my jean shorts too. I bent down to pull them off my ankles, sticking my ass in the air, the only thing covering them was a pink and yellow lace panties. I stood up and saw something in the window again, but once again, I turned to see it, and it was gone. I fought with myself trying to believe that I wasn't. He had to gothrough the indignity of exposing his undersized genitals. The pantiesNicki settled on were made of mesh, so that they would hide almostnothing. And they were pink. He had to step into them and slip themup his legs. Once they were on he kept moving his hands, wanting tocover up at least some part of his body. But sharp looks from histormentors made him drop his hands to his sides."I'll tell you," Nicki said, "he looks real sissy right now. But hehas to lose the hair on his. Come on tell me – I’m not going to bite, what is it? Are you alright? Is Sue alright?” “I’m sorry Jane, but Rob is having an affair with Sue. In fact they’re at our house at the moment.” Jane went still and her mouth fell open. “No!” she cried, “it can’t be – you must be mistaken Malc. I don’t believe it. My husband is having an affair with your wife – my own sister? How do you know?” “I’m really sorry Jane. I found out a few weeks ago and I hid a web cam in the bedroom. I’ve got some of it.