Poor Stephen looked so lonely and cold I whispered into Daniels ear "Can Stephen come snuggle up with us he's here all alone and looks so cold to me."...o my surprise Daniel with no hesitation invited Stephen over to the couch and our warm blanket himself. Here I was sitting between my men all of us wrapped in the big blanket cuddling to stay warm watching some boring movie when we could be having so much more fun. I could not let this opportunity pass me by so I started rubbing Daniels thigh. Normal, no? The bedroom was was adjacent to Prakash’s flat and he, too, used to hang his clothes out to dry. One day I noticed that my inner-wear appeared to have moved a little out of place. It seemed to be in a different place.I did not think too much about it then, thinking that I may have been mistaken. A couple of days later it happened again and this time I was fairly confident that someone had moved my panties around. Thinking that it may have been my maid I dismissed the whole thing.. I stepped out of her sisters room and she asked what are you doing? Nothing I said. Just looking around. That seemed to satisfy her for the moment and she went back to bed. Into the laundry room I went on my nasty search. There it was, two piles of her dirty laundry. Underware, Bras, pantyhose...I picked up the pantyhose and could smell her musty pussy! A little bit of pee, but mostly sweaty pussy. My cock was throbbing and growing again. I pulled down the blinds in the room and started to jerk. Thanksgiving dinner was a rotating family affair. One year my sister had the family over, then it was our turn and then the next year it was my brother Jeff's turn. Joyce's family was 1400 miles away so they didn't enter into the mix. Dinner at Jeff's was the same as dinner at everyone else's, depending on timing it was watch football and then eat dinner, eat and then watch football or watch football and eat at the same time. About halfway through the afternoon I began to notice that Joyce was.