Fortunately, Helen never drank alcohol at those parties, or elsewhere for that matter, but after having to dodge drunk frat brothers repeatedly, she w...as leery of going to another one. So, when Eric wanted her to accompany him to their New Year’s celebration, a notoriously raucous affair, she had nixed the idea. Eric was pissed off at first, she cold-shouldered him for a few days, but then he conveyed an invitation for an evening at his parents’ home in the suburbs. In a way, she was looking. Stephanie then kicked me in the nuts as hard as she could and said. "Never hurt my boyfriend again, or next time I'll kick until both your balls are broken, not that you'd need them anyway." Stephanie said and they then left me there and drove off. I just laid there for about an hour, trying to ignore the pain.......That's the story on why I hate her. And now the revenge. I graduated and joined the police force. She was still in highschool on her last year. I had been stalking her through. My fingers trembling as I touched the nylon panties for the first time. I rolled the fabric between my fingers as I felt my cock hardening in my pants. My cock was straining at the zipper as I removed the panties and opened them up revealing the gusset. I exhaled as I raised them to my face and buried my nose in the crotch and inhaled slowly. At last...there she was! These were the panties she wore on her trip home. The panties that contained her sweet bottom on her 5000 mile journey. The same. He was 30 years old, wearing clothes like a mature Gujarati man and offering me no seat. Huh.I thought to screw the Oyorooms plan and say yes to the guy. I thought I would have sex in the future because I had to wait for the guy to be 45. LOL. I stepped onto the bus. He also came along and closed the door. I stood on the steps.For the first 10 minutes, it gave a very Imtiaz Ali vibe. My hair was waving with the cold air from the window cracks. I started singing, ‘Hum to milo chale.’ But reality.