The Return of Cecil Mundy Finally, World War II was over. All the guys were coming home. Every few days more Cousins, Uncles, and friends would come b...ck to us. To say we were thrilled to see them, and them to see us, would have to be the all time under statement. I remember that day as if it was only yesterday. I had been plowing corn with our John Deere tractor all day. Coming into the house that evening I notice a strange car parked at our place. I didn’t think too much of it, probably just. " I told him as leaned forward and arched back further, shaking his ass side to side and up and down with my face in his ass. "Oh yes.. god yes... oh my god..." I said as I backed off and looked at him. Slapping his ass again as I stroked my cock. I went ahead and walked over to his face as I told took my cock and slapped it on his lips. "Open... open your mouth... suck it..." his wet mouth open as I slid my cock in there and placed my hand on his head as I let him suck me with his blindfold. There was at least the prospect that more people might join us. We were going to be living in comfortable surroundings, on a large yacht that three of my fellow refugees knew how to manage efficiently. We would have access to hot showers, and adequate (albeit canned) food, cooked on a real stove.There would be small but clean and efficient staterooms in which to sleep. The yacht idea was a real winner. I was weary of the RVs and the open road.I hoped that Ingmar and Roald had managed to find. "Oh, I'll bet. No way that happens," she said as the rest of us groaned."I've got to go shower, what a mess. You guys really shoot a lot," she said as she got up."I'll help wash you off," I said and she smiled."You wish," she said and Justin told her if she'd take her top off, they'd do it again. She laughed and left to shower, telling us she'd be back.So we all sat around, each guy, casually playing with himself, whiling away the time until they heard her say from the other side of the door if.