"You first" Joseph and I said almost in unison. Dustin stood and undid his belt, being the showman; he made a strip tease out of it. Running his belt ...between his legs, over his body and finally resting on Josephs' neck. He then undid his pants and pulled them down slowly, revealing more and more of his treasure trail. Finally, he turned around, removed his pants, and wagged his sexy ass in our faces, covered in his tighty Whities. He then hooked his thumbs in his waistband and slowly reviled. He let my cock drop out of his mouth to catch his breath and relax his jaw. "I like your penis, nice" he said. My cock was standing straight up and I could see it throbing. He tounged my sack and got the hair nice and wet. He went back down on my penis and I felt his lips tighten around the shaft. In slow, deliberate motion he started to "jack" my penis off in his mouth using his lips. I could feel my sperm building behind my ball sack. He started to increase the speed and tightness of his. There’s a reason. Now, Boatswain Genevieve Arthur, I’m not trying to minimize the slots you’ve filled, but you have command potential. No! You have command abilities and need to step up. Are you ready?”“I’d come to that decision, myself,” Vivie told her, “if only to keep another idiot from being put in the slot. So the answer is yes. I, Bo’sun Genevieve Arthur without reservation accept your offer to move to the command track. Do I start as a midshipman or butter bar ensign?”“Don’t sell. Some of the cowboys just inside the entrance were twirling their lariats with a flair for showmanship making goo-goo eyes at the young girls flouncing excitedly in their ankle length Sunday dresses and button holed shoes.We merged into the crowd but stood out because our workers were dressed for hard labor on the track building project and our females were all gussied up for getting the slackers into the drinking tent and flat on their back in one of the private rooms for some mid-day.