We all were experienced in sharing to various degrees. Suk, my Asian wife and I had played in this arena once before. There were a number of aspects t...at we liked about sharing, but when one of the guys got greedy, and overbearing we were turned off and moved out of those circles. We kept to ourselves for a couple of years but reminisced about some the experiences that we actually enjoyed. We continued to stay away from those activities and decided that if the conditions were right we might. Mike wasn’t hostile toward Leyla, but he had been aloof and disdained her at first because of her looks and later because even with her homeliness, she was more popular among their peers than he was. But that had all changed the previous night. Drunk and horny, he tried to dance with former Miss North Carolina Kari McCoy. She had rebuffed him and said that he should dance with Leyla. For the first time Mike looked at Leyla and saw something more than her rough looks. He could see into her. The night before had been somewhat of a mess. In that moment of truth, that instant where the fork in the road had opened before me, it became clear which path was wrong. Everything Lara had told me suddenly made sense. True sense. The mistakes I’d already made that summer became painfully obvious, as if displayed in completely new lighting. I felt sad looking into those brown eyes as they silently pleaded with me. But I wasn’t trapped by them anymore, or by the promise of long days gazing at. "Now you have the idea," Red said. "Don't forget the bottle."I released her sheath as I took the bottle and first laid it against her pussy. I felt Maple's legs spasm as her pussy and clit instantly warmed. Then I inserted the bottle, bottom first, into her pussy, nice and slow. Maple moaned as her pussy was instantly warmed, but I did not give her time to relax. I again pushed back her sheath, and exposed that little nub to another onslaught of ice and my tongue. The combination of the warmth.