There was a lot of turkey, but there were a lot a people. The meal was something special and had to go down as one of the better Thanksgiving meals ev...er. I think I liked the turkeys that had been cooked, then smoked, the best. They were delicious.Desserts were pumpkin, apple, and pecan pies. There was a promise of ice cream later, but we were all stuffed and no one could have held any more.Mom supervised the road guys and all the rest of us men while we worked to clean up. Frank and I were. He must have been around 6'4? and well over 200 hundred pounds. He wore blackjeans and a small white T-shirt, which showed off his large muscles and hisnumerous tattoos. He wore this black Harley bandana over his head and had somewrapped around his wrists. Simply put, he looked mean. I was standing by my mom when Rocky grabbed me by the arm. He shoved me intothis office chair, as my mom begged him to leave me alone. I tried to get upbut he pulled me down by my hair. He grabbed an orange. I was not looking at this person, just my car, but I could understand his thinking when he mouthed to me, "What are you looking at?" I just simply replied that I was looking at my car. Over the next couple of hours I had a few more beers and ate a buffalo chicken sandwich for dinner, occasionally looking past the young man to my car in the parking lot and noticing at times the man just looking at me. Soon I paid the check and was ready to leave. I quickly used the restroom and headed. Not that there are any civilized folk around here, which is a blessing and a curse.”I do not want to hear about curses, I thought.She reached around and grabbed my manhood, washing it with equal vigor as anywhere else she had cleaned. I swear she lingered longer than necessary. To reach, she had to press against my back. The tingle in my length showed she was positively affecting me. Dropping to her knees she washed my bottom and the back of my legs. By the time she moved to my front, my brain.