Oh God, where do I even start? I’m Mira, and this Thanksgiving was supposed to be just another family gathering—me, my dad, my grandma, and my boyfriend Van Wylde. But then Gogo and Paris, turning everything upside down. We’d already had our little “pre-dinner fun” in the kitchen earlier—me, Gogo, and Paris tangled up in a sweaty, moaning mess of fingers and tongues, exploring each other’s curves like we were starving for more than just turkey. My pussy was still throbbing from ...