The views of the San Francisco bay were incredible. And it was there I saw her again. She was standing on the other side of the pool and wearing a tin... string bikini and high heels. She was surrounded by a group of guys all wanting to get with her. I picked up a glass of wine and slowly wandered over to get a closer look at the girl who I had fantasized about and and jacked off to a number of times since seeing her getting molested in front of everyone at the previous party. As I got closer,. I tried to look up her skirt but it was too long. She saw me trying to peek and smiled, like a trainer smiles at a dog who has done something naughty. Then she suddenly stood on one foot and raised her left foot above my face. Pointing her toes down, as she looked deep into my eyes, she slid her toes directly into my mouth. I could see the French girl steadying the doctor, holding her knee, guiding it directly into my open mouth. Deep they went. I was in heaven. I was at a loss for. But there was something in her expression that did not make a big deal about it. It was something like what all women think of men cockiness and conquests: not very different from childish games. She was in a mood to show how she sexy she can be, not sensuality crap. I drove us out of there and stopped by a spot- dark, uninterrupted roadside. It was not like taking my chance with a slut I barely knew. This was my bhabhi, and though she knew that I was sweating horny for her, knew that I can be. She let me in and said, mom is at the mall shopping, she could easily be another hour or two. You can watch cable or come back later up to you. At this point she was going in the fridge and we finally had a conversation, the first one in literally 8 weeks! As we did, she told me how she was bi polar, hyper sexual,, and easily excited when lonely. She would break up with her boyfriend and go back n forth between him and an ex and/or screw her mothers boyfriends.She couldnt feel loved unless was.