"Paul burst out with a guffaw and, shaking his head said, "By George, I think you're right. Now, that's the strangest thing?"Abigail was laughing too....It was a belly laugh that sounded genuine to Paul. "My Susan has been telling me about some of the goings on out there in Arizona. She told me to expect to see and hear some strange things while I'm there. She never warned me about strange coincidences before I even get out of Texas." Pete's been hinting at some strange things going on too. He. I headed inside knowing this would not be my last voyeur experience with my daughter.Becky was coming home late every night. She would always leave looking sexy but, returned looking disheveled, like she had just been fucked. I knew my daughter was having sexual intercourse with her boyfriend or boyfriends. I also had her slutty Polaroid picture. She never asked about it so I had kept it hidden in my workshop. I often looked at that picture which always caused me to relive the memory of seeing. I fell to my knees, pulled his pants down and became a cocksucker. He was 6.5" uncut and average thickness. I spent the next ten minutes sucking and licking, tasting his musk and precum, I was hooked!He pulled me to my feet and pulled me to the bathroom. He had told me he had a mirror fetish in our chats so I knew what he wanted and followed.We traded blowjobs in front of the mirror nude and ground our bodies and cocks together. I was in heaven! We never kissed because I didn't have the nerve. The next day, my 8th of the 10 I planned, I once again passed the woman, Bea, and she greeted me as always with a good morning and after a few more steps she said, loud enough for me to hear, “after following me home, I thought you might ring my bell”.I stopped and said “I’m sorry?” It was not an apologetic response, I just wanted to know, clearly what she said.She smiled confidently and said “after following me home, I thought you might ring my bell”.I flushed red and apologized, explaining I.