Let me come to the incident now.Where it all startedWe were visiting my in-law’s place and my SIL and her kids were also at home. Her husband is a b...sinessman and always on business trips abroad. It was weekend and we all planned that we will have fish today. My SIL took initiative and bought fish from the market and was cleaning the same in the backyard of the house. The washbasin is near the window facing the backyard. Everybody was having breakfast and I wanted to wash my hands and had gone. Holy shit was she hot. Her long hair was down, her red pubic hair was trimmed to a little triangle above her slit and the rest was shaved. She leaned against the door frame and said, "I thought that maybe you would eat me." Gladly I said. She grabbed my hand and led me to her bedroom. She laid on the bed and spread her long legs. I slid down and nestled into her pussy. It was already wet and ready. I parted her lips with my fingers and licked from the bottom to the top. I licked for all I was. You have every right to worry about her and me and the others, but honestly you don't have the right to tell us what we can and cannot do."I nodded. "You're right. I don't, but that doesn't help me worrying." There's something else too. What is it?"I looked at her again. "Us. This new bond. Why?" Why what?" I knew why I was binding all my other girls to me, with the exception of the very first ones, But you. I could try to explain it away, but this was nothing more than my need for sex." Why. Marsha uttered the fateful words, "You wouldn't know what to do with it!"I said, "I bet I could choke YOU if you tried it!"After another hit or two, Marsha was high as a kite, and she called my bluff by saying, "If you can show more than my eight fingers (holding them side by side), then I'll do you!"Well, I could show eight of my thicker fingers so I found myself stripping for action, and Marsha took over that chore while handing me the joint.She said, "Sex is more intense when you're high."My.