I am Rohit from BBSR. I live with my family (Mom, Dad & me). My elder sister married to an engineer 10 years ago.This story is about my didi cheating ...on jiju. At first, let me tell you about my didi. She is a perfect indian housewife with a damn sexy asset. She is so beautiful and looks very innocent. She is fair in colour. She has a perfect pair of 34D boobs. She wears deep neck blouses. So her cleavage is always visible. She has long black hair that touches her 38 size round ass. She usually. This time, I made a real cellphone call. I blocked her out of mind. And yet...the smell of her perfume was really getting to me. It was a really powerful scent.I looked over at her. Our eyes locked again and she slowly moved one of the suitcases out of the way so that I could see her legs. I closed my laptop and moved closer to her on the bench. She looked deep into my eyes and moved her hand onto her thigh. She closed her eyes and moaned softly and looked at me. She pulled her hand lower. Unfortunately, he said it with ambiguous intonation. I had no idea whether it was a compliment or an accusation. ‘You make it absolutely impossible not to love you,’ he said as he crushed me in a hug. ‘Do you really think that’s why I work so hard?’ ‘Jeff, you keep working even after you’re done. You get a problem completely worked out and then you keep working at it, like there was something you might have missed.’ ‘There might be.’ ‘But there never is. You keep trying to put in one hundred. The thing is heavy, full of bullet proof plates and gels designed to seal wounds if anything actually pushes though it. Worse though is the helmet, big ill fitting dome that isn't even designed to take a direct hit, just deflect glancing ones. I breathed heavily again and looked around; everyone was positioned with the same stoic expressions on their faces. It didn't make sense to me, when they come there will be fifty or sixty in the mob and all we have are shotguns and a heavy stubber,.