Early on Thanksgiving morning, Roscoe got up briefly to stick a huge turkey in the oven. He’d prepared it the night before, with the rest of us chopping up vegetables and helping wherever he’d allow it.
He came back to lay down with us after adding more wood to the fire. Danny lay in front of me as usual with his back to my chest, and Ret was behind me, with Roscoe once again bringing up the rear.
I felt Ret shiver as he mumbled that Roscoe’s skin was cold. I reached back to rub Ret’s leg and comfort him.
“I’ll get you warm in no time at all,” I heard Roscoe murmur, and felt his still cool hands bump against my butt as they grabbed Ret’s prick. I heard his gasp of pleasure.
As Roscoe worked to warm Ret up real good, Danny slowly awakened and moved his ass against my crotch. “Touch me,”
