We need to join with more people. Go ahead.”“Michael, we have a good sized group here and I believe you would be welcomed. Please tell us the make...p of your group.”“I’m Michael and forty-two. My wife, Cindy, is forty-one. Our two children are Mike, eighteen, and John, who is sixteen. Our parents were both dead from accidents before the Day. We haven’t found any of our uncles, aunts, or cousins. We are both only children and so have no siblings.”I nodded at Shirley. Janice and Michelle were both. I turned to the boat house as music stars its the traditional wedding march. The doors open held by two groomsmen dressed in tuxedos. Coming up the door arm in arm are Kathryn sister Michelle and the groomsmen with her is Michael Junior, followed by Maria and Mark, Kara and Eddie, Karen and Matt, a friend from football, and Misty and Marshall are the last two. They all walk past me on their way to positions at the end of the dock. After Misty and Marshall have reached their spot the door opens. She looked surprised when I introduced her to Jerry.Sandra was no stranger. She hadn't changed from when we'd met at the Denver building. Her straw colored hair was longer than I recalled, but she still carried herself with an air of authority, and I found it hard to turn away from her probing stare.The first floor atrium was deserted. Even the directory of occupants looked like it had been raided, and the air was stuffy. Sandra directed us to one of the elevators and pushed the button to take. A third shot of cum flew through the air and hit his sister on her stomach.While Bart stood there with his throbbing cock slowly softening his sister scrambled back up onto her bed. She threw herself onto her back facing him and began to strip. First she took off her bra, tossing it at her brother. It hit him on his chest before falling to the floor. She then she slid her panties down her legs and tossed them to the side.Bart took in the sight of his sister stretched out on her bed waiting for.