After I swallowed, I had to laugh. “Ok, ok…” I said, trying to stop laughing, “it’s like this. Weed doesn’t make me horny per se, but smok...ng weed in situations like this makes me horny when I probably wouldn’t be if I weren’t smoking,” I told her.“And what kind of situation is this?” she asked.“Being alone and so close to you, you’re hot, and neither of us is wearing much. Being high and looking at your body right now, with no one else around, is making me kinda horny,” I said, looking away. Then I started peeing uncontrollably and everyone knew.Awake in my baby bed, trapped by the bars, I wanted to go back to my life before the Cages. It was like after masturbating in my sister's panties; I was ashamed and wanted nothing to do with my offending fetish.I could hear Mrs. Cage talking downstairs, her voice light and somewhat reassuring. I'd tell her that I have had enough of this game and wished to go home.While I waited, I tried to calm myself and stop the tears running down my. I could see her cleavage. I now gathered some courage and took her breast out and touched and felt them. I just placed a kiss on them.Now I was turned into a monster and wanted to fuck her right then. I decided that if she didn’t co-operate, I will force her to have sex with me. I just started kissing her on her lips wildly, She woke up in a sock and pushed my hardly. I fell down on the floor. She quickly adjusted her breasts into her nightie and tried to run out of the room. As soon as she. We even licked each other’s assholes. That felt really nice too. We both had orgasms in each other’s mouth. It was a lovely memory that we both shared. Even though we shared this intimate time, we’re basically sluts. We love to have sex. A group of us in high school were in a clique and we all basically had sex together. It was a friends with benefits kind of thing. Usually the girls would give all the guys blow jobs and the guys would lick our pussies. Sometimes, we would have sex in pairs.