toward good or evil. When we hit a lull in the conversation, Lindsay, who had been listening very attentively with a determined glare on her face interjected with, “Hey guys, wanna watch me fuck Mai with an empty High Life bottle?”

A little taken aback, Joey and I responded in Unison, “Sure.”

Mai’s eyes widened in excitement while Lindsay’s mouth curled into a devious grin. Lindsay reached forward and grabbed one of Joey’s empties. She took the bottle and squirted into it a few dollops of several of Mai’s fluorescent paints. She twisted and flipped the bottle around in the light, admiring it as the glowing colours swirled and mixed inside the transparent glass, creating a rainbow of glowing hues that made the bottle seem alive. Joey handed her a roll of saran wrap that, for some reason, he had sitting conveniently on the end table next to the couch.

Lindsey carefully unrolled a couple of feet of the wrap and laid it out flat on the carpet. I realized that my drunkenness was getting the better of me as I stared gape-mouthed at her perfect, jiggling breasts that swung freely inside her loose pink tank top as she leaned over to spread out the saran wrap. I admired her creamy shoulders and sharp jawline, her wide hips and the little dimples that peaked out from under her shirt as it rode up from the waistline of her skirt. She was hot. And I was horny.

Lindsey laid the bottle down on the thin, clear plastic sheet and carefully sealed it inside the wrap. Joey sat up from his reclined position for the first time of the night to gain a better vantage of what was about to happen. As Lindsay rolled up the bottle, Mai leaned back, tossed her legs out in front of her, and flipped her grey pleated skirt up over her hips. She reached her thumbs through the straps of her thin, little red satin thong and gracefully snapped it off over her short, but shapely, legs and tiny, demure little feet. Her cunt was clean-shaven, and looked entirely too small and tight to ever accommodate something with the girth of a beer bottle.

Lindsay, still donning that devilish grin, finished wrapping the bottle, and then crawled forward on all fours, toward where Mai was leaned back against the edge of the couch, with her skirt up, presenting her wet pussy. Rather than staring at the gaping love hole Mai was presenting to the room, I watched with admiration at the perfect apple-like curve of the shape of Lindsay’s ass through her skirt as she crawled and bobbed like a horny feline across the carpet of Joey’s living room floor. She dragged her knees and elbows through the wet paint of Mai’s masterpiece, coloring herself with the glowing fluorescent paints.

When she reached Mai, she immediately dropped her trunk to the floor and buried her face between the adorable little Chinese girl’s legs. Mai cooed and bucked as Lindsay lapped at her sweet cunt with a rapidly flicking tongue. I felt my cock begin to grow inside my jeans as I watched. I glanced up at Joey to see if he was having the same reaction, and I was a little surprised to see him staring back at me, smiling. He nodded in the direction of my crotch, widening his smile in letting me know that he knew I liked what I was seeing. I felt myself blushing.

As quickly as she