Didi ko sexy dikhne ka bahut shauk tha,wo short skirt pehene ka bada shounk tha,,uski figure or lips bollywood ki heroine priyanka chopra ke jese they wo apne aap ko Katrina kaif ke sath compare karti thi,, uska 5.7” lamba gora jism,,Katrina se kam bhi nhi tha jab wo punjabi suit ke sath patiala salwar pehnti to sabhi pichey mur mur ke dekhte the,,or jab jeans or top pehnti to uska ek ek ang teer ki tarah chubta tha,jab kabhi wo jab short skirt pehnti kisi sahlei ke yaha pehenti thi. mai short skirt mai uske jhuk ke koi cheez uthane ka intzaar karta rehta jis se Didi ki Panty nazar aa sake,,1-2 baar mene dekha ke jab usne jeans ke sath kamar ke upar tak ka small top pehna hota to use dekh ke meri to halat kharab hoti hi thi magar Meri nazar bhi uski taraf baar baar jati thi, lekin laakh koshish ke baad bhi muj se kuch nahi ho pa raha tha,apni behan ko chodne ke liye kisi ki advice bhi to nhi le sakta tha ,jab bhi mai Didi ke boobs ko ya uske jism ke kisi bhi hise ko sehla ke seduce karne ki koshish karta to vo mujey daant deti,,”Deepu kia kar raha hai,,Dimag sahi hai tera” mai dar jata or kampne lagta or kuch bhi na kar pata ab kai baar mai sochta hoon ke jitna experience larki ko seduce karne or chodne ka muje abb hai agar tabb hota to bahut asani se Didi ko usi waqt chod deta tha,,shyad jab mai Didi ko seduce karne ki koshish karta tha to us pe bhi asar hota tha or wo is liye daant deti thi ke kahin wo out of control ho ke apne chotey bhai ke sath kuch kar na bethe, or meri baat bantey bantey bigar jati thi abb muje lag raha hai ke us waqt ki meri sabh se bari kamzori meri ghabrahat or Darr tha or kuch bhi nhi,ek bar mere exam chal rahey they mai or Didi dono ek room mai sotey they bed alag alag they lekin room ek hi tha,,mai parh raha tha or Didi so rahi thi raat kafi ho chuki thi

