I started planning more to fuck her. I started hugging her in a friendly manner, would press her boobs and act as if I have not done it intentionally ...or would make her feel my dick when ever i used to hug her from the back. She never said anything when I did all those activities.One fine evening, my parents had gone to my relatives place and were supposed to return by night. I came from office and knew my parents are not there and went to her house. She was sitting in her bedroom and looked. I did sort of, but didn't want to hit him. Hanigan called for a slider and setup inside so the ball would be right to Longoria if the guy hit it.The ball went right at him again and he stood in to get hit. The ball didn't hit him but tailed over the plate for strike two. The guy was incensed and yelled at the ump when he made the call.Hanigan called for the palm ball and I threw it the way it was supposed to be thrown. The batter swung at the ball while it was on its way to the ground. The ball. I was 22 then. We were then in college final year and our hormones were also racing day by day. We didn’t have a place to spend privately then. So we thought we could go for a movie in the noon rather than roaming in the hot sun. So we went to a theater and got tickets for a long-running Telugu movie. When we showed the tickets to the attendant he told that only our 2 tickets were booked for the show. She gave a wicked smile to me and said you are going to enjoy.We and sat in the middle of the. “There, there, isn’t that better?” “You’ve got a cock in your mouth and I bet you feel better.” She looked at me with mixed feelings, anger, joy, satisfaction, and that lovely subby look that says, “You bastard, you got me to do this and I hate that I love it.” Merry fucking Christmas to me.“Put your fingers back in..” She started to frig herself and consequently sucked more enthusiastically. She was finding her stride in a couple of minutes and I was ready to shoot my load. Everything had gone.