In a flash she was beside me, offering comfort and wanting to call an ambulance. "I'm fine," I croaked out. "The stairs were more than I anticipated, ...nd this apartment is not going to cut it with my weakness. I've decided to check into the Marriott and find somewhere to live tomorrow, when I feel better."I saw a look of near panic cross Constance's face and wondered what was wrong. She didn't keep me waiting, but dialed a number and had a hushed, but intense conversation with someone who she. "My ears perk up at the words out side. I give Nimrod a wide grin and gesture for him proceed me out of the door. Nimrod blinks at me and then with a deep breath he heads for the door.Once outside we are struck by the change in temperature. All the sweat that we have built up on our bodies wicks away. I can feel my breasts peek with the change. Nimrod gives me one more glance to see if I am still willing to follow him. I flash him my teeth. He quickly leads me around to the food bunker. We go. Funny thing is, Claire and I both cried. Even though she was alive andwell and standing right next to me, it did feel like a death for herformer self.A couple of days later, we returned to Smallville, both dressed inmourning black, with a weighted coffin in tow. Jonathan met us at thetrain station in his black suit. We would all spend the next month inblack, and I hung mourning crepe from our front windows at home and atthe store. It was harder than any of us had realized. Claire spent a lotof. I grabbed her waist with one hand and reached up for a handful of her sweaty tit flesh with the other and started fucking her tight hole with conviction. Each thrust made a sloppy smacking sound as my balls and pelvis slapped against her upturned ass and pussy. Sex fluids were drooling out from between us and dripping down onto moms thigh as I repeatedly shoved my throbbing cock in and out of my sisters drooling cunt. My little sister was moaning loudly. I was afraid the neighbors would.