It was the rainy season of 2014. June end as I can recall. Constant breastfeeding and overpampering had taken a toll on her figure. It was one such da... when it was raining heavily in Mumbai. Me and my neighbor friend Ritvik were busy in seeing a cricket match on tv while it was pouring heavily outside.My son started crying and Disha who was cooking food had to stop and she started breastfeeding my son turning the other side. She had turned a bit careless and after feeding my son, as she got up. Wo apne sarir pe cream laga rahi thi me dhire se utha or uske pichhe jake khara ho gaya wo apne sarir pe cream laga rahi mera lund ab sirf choot chahat tha ab wo jo bhi mujhe to choot chahiye the to meine dhire apne lund apni short se nikala or uski gaand pe dabane laga wo murne ki kosis karne lagi to meine use pakar liya or waise ki khare rehne ke liye kaha wo boli bhaiya nahi ye paap he to maine kaha kisi pata nahi chalega to sirf chup ho ja. Me use utha ke apne bed pe le aya or usko or apne. And her good opinion of me mattered more to me than pretty much anything else in my world.Jeff had no such reservations and half the pint disappeared down his throat.“Okay, let me explain.”He looked around the pub as if searching for inspiration.“When I met Karen, it was like somebody switched on a light in my life. You and Caro were almost instant friends, but with Karen it was love at first sight for me.”He smiled almost shame-facedly. “I know that sounds lame, and if someone else had. "I've been tracking you ever since you killed one of my friends six months ago. You cut him to pieces and watched him as he bled to death. Look into my eyes you fucking piece of shit, for they are the last thing you will ever look at." Charlie looked at the blue eyes that blazed in anger, to rage at him from mere inches away for she had knelt down so that she could be face-to-face with him. Charlie saw his death in those blazing blue eyes.The woman then formed an open mouth smile and Charlie's.