Trisha, as usual was late. I was ready to go; the coat, a discreet toy, my phone and a clutch sat on the sofa as I waited. I turned and looked for my...forgotten drink; I grabbed the remote to the stereo system and turned on the tunes. I began to swing my body to the beat of the music, I felt so alive, so ready for … anything. I realized right then, that this was a dangerous feeling that I had to contain. I couldn’t find the drink, so I made another, and laid back on the sofa and again waited on. Bynum's house was in an upscale section of town and Ed figured that the house would sell on today's market for at least $1,500,000. The driveway up to the house was over 200 feet long. Ed parked in front of the house and got out of his car.Ed walked to the front door and rang the doorbell. After a minute or so a Hispanic maid answered the door. Ed showed his badge and asked to see Mrs. Bynum. The maid asked Ed to wait in the hall and went to get Mrs. Bynum.A pretty woman about 40 came from a. “You’re ready for another, big boy?”“You’re the most erotic creature I’ve ever met,” he told her.She sighed. “We should probably get going,” but the rubbing continued.“You’re not making it easier.”“No, I’m making it harder,” she chuckled. But relented, lifting off him and getting dressed, which he watched. Just the way she moved. Covering her parts. White on black. Or at least brown. The color of wet sand maybe. White bra and panties contrasted though. White shirt. Only the black jeans, tight. To maintain protocol, I would even go by the dreaded week and get terrific blow jobs. Often, I arrived even before Bill pulled out and headed for work. We would chat, then I would head in to lay some meat between my sisters thighs. The more I stopped by, the hornier Cathy got. We each anticipated our time before and after the girls left for school. It was now consistently MWF mornings. Cathy and I grew closer, the girls now expected my visits. Even Diane grew more attentive. I loved the feel of.