However whenever I used to talk to her I used to look at her boobs which I wanted to taste at any cost. May be she had an idea that what I was looking...for and as she was newlywed she did not talk to me much.But as the time went we came closer to each other, played holi (could see her black bra from the wet t shirt and she noticed me), went for dinners and lunches, cooked together. So in short we became friends and used to share our talks. Whatsapp is latest trend these days and that helped me. As always, my hits, even in batting practice, were gentle liners to the outfield alleys. As always, I used batting practice to hone my skills at "placing" batted balls in pre-selected areas of right- and left-centerfield, or down the lines.Everything seemed normal. My vision, certainly, was normal. But I had no confidence that I could perform in a game situation. The most-recent bean-ball incident had succeeded in once again messing up my mind.Sandy had decided to come to the game, even though. “I would love that,” he said and kissed her neck.“Now come on, I’ll help you with the dishes. Let’s put this beauty to sleep as soon as possible,” he said and got up.He helped her in carrying the dishes to the kitchen. He was hugging her from the back and kissing her neck while she was washing dishes. Finally, she finished washing the dishes.“Good night, Aravind, have sweet dreams,” mom said and went to her room with Suresh. He was having his hand on her ass as they walked in. And I went to my. Instead of like ten hard pumps the speed of a heart beat, it was like a hundred in like three seconds. He swallowed it all and sat back while we both recovered.He washed his hands and started to roll a joint. We laughed at the intensity of the whole thing and chatted about stupid shit for a few while he lit up. He told me the story of what happened when david visited him.It seems dave didn't tell the whole story. Apparently right up to the point kevins dick fell out was true, but after that.