‘The Kid probably plays good, but I guarantee you he’s no Cecil Mundy. Now there was a guy who could really play the guitar,’ one of the men lau...ghed. ‘Josh, have you ever heard of this guy Cecil Mundy?’ Earl asked. ‘Yeah,’ I could only agree, my moment of glory over, ‘no one plays as good as Cecil Mundy.’ So, that’s how it went all through the World War II years. There was always someone to take the wind out of my sails and keep me humble. I grew sick and tired of hearing about Cecil Mundy.. What was she thinking? What was she doing? Before I realized it, I was peeing. A strong powerful arc straight out in front of me. I guess I relaxed or something inside of me let loose, I have no idea. She was watching me. She moved closer, and only watched. She crouched down not 10 feet in front of me. Neither one of us said a word or changed the expression on our faces. When I was done I squeezed hoping just a little more would come out. I did not want the feeling to end. But it did end. I. I allowed my joy to show on my face. I sat upright in the chair and leaned forward to take her hand and kissed her palm.“You make me feel humble, for you have freely given me the greatest gifts that a man can receive from a woman; first your chastity and then a child. There is a joy in my heart that I had never expected to know, my sweet flower, my dearest love.”Her face shone with joy at my response and it made her even lovelier if that was possible.“I assume that your husband is also aware of. For the next three hours I was kept on my hands and knees sucking and getting fucked in my ass and pussy by a room full of men.When none of them could get it up any longer, my friend, my husband's best friend Jerry, mentioned that he had not yet had a chance to piss on me.I thought to myself, "How sweet! The bastard!" I thought he liked me!The rest of them thought that would be a good way to end the afternoon, especially the dirty old men from the poker game.At Ted's insistence I went into the.