Ok, that girl says with an amused smile now covering her face. I knew the best and fastest way to get this girls attention was to show off a lil, whic... I love doin every now and then anyway. I jumped over the bar and asked the bartender what she needed help with. I could tell by the look on her face she hadnt been bartendin in this kinda situation long, yet she knew her drinks so I was sure she wasnt much of a rookie. I made the margarita for my sexy lil lady friend, helped the simily new. She did not have the temperament to take care of a man, to provide for all of his needs. No, her one true love was the hunt.It did not matter the prey; it was the out-dueling of the game that mattered. This hunt could potentially be better than any she had ever been on. This prey had the potential to be the hardest she had ever faced, and she was almost giddy with the thought of it. But, first things first, she needed intelligence, she needed to know the lay of the land.Diana searched through. I realized the situation and controlled myself. I became normal. I pressed her shoulders with both my hands calmly. I was feeling guilty. What was in my mind. She is my bhabhi. I should not do this. All these thoughts were on my mind. But slowly and steadily lust took over my mind again. I started feeling the same feeling. Again. I was aroused. My breaths were getting heavier. So were her.Again. I started pressing her shoulders more vigorously. She started moaning, softly in the beginning. Her. Kira held me, and just made quiet little "shshsh" sounds, and rocked me back and forth. The smell and warmth of her hair was comforting to me, and reminded me of the few times I could remember when my mother was a mother, and hadn't been actively trying to fuck with my head.I kind of cried myself out, and looked at Kira, and I said, "I'll bet I look REAL attractive now, huh?" And Kira said, "My impartial answer is, 'You've looked better.'" I started giggling and said, "This is my serious.