After all she is my elder Didi.One day she had come to our house for holiday and even I was there on break. Again at night we used to sleep together. ...That night we were alone in the room. We were watching TV together, than were about to go to sleep. She as usual comes close to me. In winters we many times sleep in the same blanket. And that was it.She was close to me, put her arm around me, I could feel her boobs. I wasn’t able to control my feelings. I felt like screwing her that very moment.. Ed started the drive into the city. He decided to start at Horizon and see what he could find out. He was hampered in his investigation because he no longer had the police powers to enable him to put pressure on people when he had to. He would just have to play it by ear.Ed walked into the offices of Horizon. He flashed his badge at the receptionist and asked for Bynum's secretary. The receptionist didn't give more than a quick glance at the badge and directed him to George Bynum's secretary.. Of course, even our sex life began to suffer with her new behavior though I didn't see any visible signs of an affair: no overtime, no new sexy dressing and no "wrong number" calls when I took the phone. The only sign was that she had gotten totally angry when I had joked about her possible affair after a lousy Saturday night sex.She never mentioned much about her job at home but had been bragging during the last two weeks that she was working with a very important contract. Though she said she. So I thought it was a one night thing. And went on with our lives like it nothing had ever happen. I had no intention of sleeping with her, all my effort was on seducing my neighbor’s daughter. I would spend all my afternoon at her place and even wrote her some poems. I would go home disappointed, cause I couldn’t get nowhere with her. In school my friends used to brag of having sex with their servant and used to say servant pussy is the best pussy ever. I used to judge them and why should I.