It was enough for Kelly’s clit to be in the game, but it wasn’t what she wanted.She gently wrapped her arms around his large bicep. She carefully ...ugged his arm, trying to get him to move his hand lower, onto her cunt. “They’re crotchless for a reason,” she whispered up to him. His hand slid onto her pussy. She shifted one leg, further opening her lips to him.His fat middle finger touched her warm, slippery slit and he started to jerk his hand away, as though he had crossed a line. Kelly. We wondered about the likelihood of merging. How many other people had it happened to?It seemed obvious that dying was involved in the process. We couldn't tell whether suicide was required or if any type of death would suffice. We thought that surely death was death, no matter how caused. It wasn't as if suiciding people wish their minds to leave their bodies because, judging from our experience, they just wished their current life to end. You'd think non-suicidal people would be more likely. I was definitely in the same boat. I now know what we are on about, and so do they. We didn’t start having sex once we had held our commitment ceremony; we were acting as if married well before that. The ceremony was just to cement our marriage in public; showing that to all intents and purposes, we were now married.You, Fiona, are at the earlier stage, preparing to join us, of your own free will. Having sex with me, and later with one or more of the girls, is one of the ways you bind yourself. ’ I raised an eyebrow at him. Max dropped his voice, made it huskier somehow before he continued. ‘It’s because I understand your body better than you do.’ He gave me a knowing look that made me quiver. I channelled my rage and screamed, ‘Fuck off,’ before racing towards my bedroom. If I got there before him I could shut him and everything he was saying out. He followed me slowly and wedged his foot in the doorway before I could slam the door shut. ‘Just leave me alone!’ I shouted. Max stood.