Kaafi der tak mein yun hi nazaraa dekhte hue apne lund ko sehlaata raha, aur phir bathroom mein jaake didi ki chudaai ke khwaab dekhte hue muth maar k... jhar gaya.Uske baad didi ke prati mera nazariya badal gaya mein unko chodne ka plan banaane laga. 5-6 din baad mein phir didi ke ghar gaya, didi us samay naha ke bahar aa rahi thi aur sheeshe ke saamne khare ho kar apne baal sukha rahi thi, mein kitchen mein jaane ke bahane apne lund ko didi ki chut se ragar diya, didi ko ehsaas ho gaya aur usne. She well and truly was pathetic...If it were not for the fact that some tiny speck of hope still remained within her, she would have prayed for a quick death days ago...but, as much as she cursed herself for it, she could not shake off the idea that there had to be some way out of this...maybe even some way to exact revenge. They were not the smartest people around and they were only human...? Pay attention!? Alius' yell was accompanied by a hard slap to her face, tearing her away from any. As Shakespeare wrote, ‘One woe doth tread upon another’s heels, so fast they follow.’ The first ‘woe’ that struck us, was the death of our baby son a few hours after his birth. I had barely held him and Roy not at all, and he was gone. People tried to console us, telling us, ‘You’ll have others.’ It did not help. We grieved for our lost baby. It was possibly this grief that brought upon me the next ‘woe,’ only seven months after the first. Roy was by then employed with a civil engineering. I couldn’t think of anything so I just said that I liked her profile and asked her if she would be interested in meeting up.To my surprise she was interested. I asked her if she could come to my place for dinner and she asked -“dinner date?” . I said yes and inserted a wink emoji. She said she would come by around 20:00. I stay alone in my flat so it was a perfect opportunity.I ordered some food and got two bottles of wine. I was wearing a black casual shirt and blue jeans. It was around 19:30..