Cold day outside today - that means me and the boys will be shriveled up all day. At least it won't be sweaty in here.Lunchtime - a walk outside, cou...le of cups of coffee and hey buddy it's time to empty the tank. Oh shit - you're gonna piss in the snow? HEY DAMMIT WARM UP THOSE FUCKING HANDS FIRST! Jeez, those fingers are like ice! That's right, write your damn name in the snow while my head is freezing. If you were bald you'd wear a hat so why are you doing this to me?An afternoon in. The most strikingfeature though was the face. Unlike the cartoon version at the shop, thisone looked like a real Siamese cat. Her ears were upright and her muzzlewas narrowed to the tell tale point of the Siamese breed. Her ears werepink inside with thin black fur along the back. The eye holes were empty,but there was a set of contact lenses in a plastic bag taped to thebottom of the box. He noticed that there were even eyelids built into thecostume and they felt slightly sticky on the inside.. ”“Gravy, too!” I heard Barb yell.“They probably got gravy enough,” Sara snickered. “I hope I do.”Bink made a big deal of tossing the covers off us. Her head was closest to my dick.“Bink!” I hissed. She had me in her mouth. “Sara doesn’t wanna see that.”“Maybe not. Go away, Aunt Sara...”Sara left, tittering “What a horrible little thing...”“Ben or Bink?” Mandy asked after her.“He’s always so hard in the morning,” Bink observed. “Can’t resist our Ben.”“Can’t resist biscuits and gravy, either,”. Her Mom'sthings were in her hamper. As well as the two laundry loads, she alsodid a sink full of delicates: her and Mom's bras and panties. She hadmemories of doing that regularly in the past. When all were done, shehung them to dry on the clothesline behind the house. There was noelectric dryer in the house.She had just come back in from hanging the last of the laundry, nearlyfilling the line, when she heard the front door open. "Who is it?" sheasked in some alarm."It's me, Rachael," Bobby.