”“You could use the sugar,” Wendy agreed. “Yes, please.” I took that to mean bring two.I fetched.“David?” Wendy looked inquisitive.“Th...y’re in the pool,” I said.Just then, a kindle of wet kittens scampered around the house corner and climbed to the porch.“Were in the pool,” I amended.“Kittens!” the blonde recommenced bawling, “I killed a mom!”Personally, I think she’s weaning her kittens.The vet said we’d find her when she begins to stink ... or she’ll come back on her own ... or never.At. ”“Such as?” She was sweetness and light. She knew exactly what she was doing and my mouth was starting to go dry. Unfortunately things were happening in other places so I shifted my weight slightly.“We could look at old masters, or new ones for that matter. Dinosaur bones? Fancy stones? Silk kimonos?” My mind was spinning as I dredged up as many things as I could. Truth be told, I am not a tourist in my own city and spend very little time walking around town, even though I spend several hours a. Vic lost his cool, blew his load and shot a stream of white sticky goo four feet across the room and right on to his sister's uniform top.Victor was blushing deep red, his hand was shaking even as it still held his cock which continued to spurt cum. He was speechless, but that didn't matter as there was nothing he could say. "Sorry" wasn't going to cut it. But his sister, whose own humiliation and disgust was matched only by her growing rage, had plenty to say. But she said it in an eerily calm. (Dang it, here I am getting all righteous about Christmas, and I’m thinking that box might have said, like, “18 shopping days until Christmas,” but anyway.) I remember my excitement growing by the day until by December 24, I was almost vibrating. Then then the day came and we’d open presents (presents!) and have a big meal with relatives and then poof, it was all over. Kind of like air going out of a balloon. Where’d it all go? And then it was 365 shopping days until next Christmas. Sure, there.