It took her a few minutes but she finally fully woke up.She looked at my baby's eyes, "What's her name name again?"I said, "It's Kara May Tanner-Myers..." That's lovely." Stacy rubbed Kara's cheek."How are you doing that? How can you move like that? After I woke up, I couldn't move nearly that well." I questioned.She smiled and said, "When mom had you leave earlier today she and the other doctors explained that with working things out with you and that little 8 year old girl who had the brain. My face was in her chest and I could feel the heat from her pussy hovering just above my cock. I looked up into her eyes as she slid down onto my cock slowly as far as it would go. Gravity was very helpful today first with the boxers and now with making me go deeper than I had been inside Heather. I could see the lust in her eyes as she held me there; her pussy muscles tightening and milking my cock. I watched as she began to push up and down with her legs and as we got into a rhythm I was. “Well… you need to open it up,” I tell her. “There’s not much you can do with it wrapped up.” Sandy smiles at me, then turns her attention back to the matter at hand. She studies the package carefully then says “Oh, it tears here….” and rips the edge of the condom foil pack. She pulls it open and looks inside, then reaches in with her thumb and forefinger. “It feels kind of wet….” she comments, “No…. slippery… weird.” Sandy removes the condom from the package and holds it in front of her face.. Her head was still arched back, her stare still vacant, fixed on the foot of the staircase. And then I saw it, a real foot at the foot of the staircase. Or rather a boot, von Gelding’s boot! He drove the stake through me with the force of his arms, narrowly missing my heart, but piercing that of his daughter. Without a sound, betraying no pain, she died in my arms. Since undergoing the change, I have never felt sympathy, or pathos, or even pity, for any of my victims. Not for those I’ve fed on..